The Troublesome Twins

Ch.1 Berk

(P.s. PICTURE ISN'T MINE!!)

(Fia Haddock has red short length hair, light freckles across her nose, and bright blue eyes.)

*3rd Person Pov.*
This is Berk. It's twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It's located solidly on the meridian of misery.

The Berkians are all sleeping in their houses, trying to stay warm from the cool night air.

My village, in a word. Sturdy. It's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunset. The only problems are the pests.

*Fia's Pov.*
I quickly jumped from my bed, before following my brother to the door.

You see, most people have mice or mosquitoes, we have...

My brother opened the door to see a Monstrous Nightmare, and quickly shut the door as it fired at us. "Dragons." My brother said what our pests are.

"Fia, stay close to me." My brother told me, making me nod. My brother opened the door and we started running out into the village. Which is now a battle field.

Most people would leave. No not us. We're vikings we have stubbornness issues.

As we left our house we see a Berkian jump for a sheep that a Deadly Nadder had, and another Berkain hitting a Gronckle in the face with a mace.

My name is Fia, and my twin brothers name is Hiccup. We sometimes talk, and act the same, but we look completely different. Hiccup has brown hair and green eyes. But me on the other hand, I have shoulder length red hair much like our fathers along with bright green eyes.

We soon stopped as a Berkian randomly fell from the sky in front of another Berkian, before he grabbed his axe, and ran off. We started running again and ran past two Berkians that were carrying a log on their shoulders, while one bumped his head on the log as he watched us pass.

My brother has a great name, I known. But it's not the worst. Parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls, like our charming viking demeanor wouldn't do that for us.

A few Berkians bumped into us, and we turned around to see a Gronckle fire. Hiccup and I fell to the ground when the blast got closer. Suddenly a Berkian yelled in our face, "Morning,"
before running off. We jumped down onto the docks and kept running. "Get inside!" "What are you two doing?" I heard a few Berkians yell at us as we ran past them. We soon got into the village, and see the Blacksmith Shop not to far away.
"Hiccup, Fia!!" Someone shouted as they grabbed our shirts before we took off again. "What are they doing outside?" He asked looking around for answers. "What are you two doing outside? Get inside both of you." He added pushing us towards the Blacksmiths.

That's Stoick the Vast, Chief of the tribe. They say when he was a baby, he popped a dragon's head clean off it's shoulders. Do I believe it? Yes, I do.

Once we got to the Blacksmith Shop, we where greeted by Gobber, who was waving around his iron mason. "Oh, nice of you two to join the party. I thought one of you would have been carried off." Gobber stated as Hiccup ran to one part of the shop and I ran to the other.
"Who, us?" Hiccup questioned. "No, come on. We're to muscular and tough for their taste. They wouldn't know what to do with all of this." Hiccup said as we put our aprons on, with Hiccup also trying to show some muscle, making me roll my eyes.
"They need toothpicks, don't they?" Gobber asked jokingly about us as Hiccup went to the window and opened it.