After Time - How To Train Your Dragon

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Hi all! It's @Astridsfury on Instagram here and welcome to my first how to train your dragon fanfic! I hope you enjoy! Don't forget to vote and comment 🥰
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I am Dahlia Storm Haddock, next in line for chief of Berk, warrior princess and most of all terrified.

I mean my parents like to tell me I have nothing to worry about but I beg to differ, much to the displeasure of my little brother Stoick, I'm the firstborn of Astrid and Hiccup Haddock. To be honest here, I think for the most part I'm just working myself up over this but... it's a big deal,  my father is one of the greatest chiefs Berk has ever seen and his father, well there's legends about him for a reason. According to my father he died in battle, a great war that involved dragons, most of my dad's stories do.

"Dahlia, dinners ready, come downstairs" I hear my mother shout. Most people tell me I'm lucky to have Astrid Hofferson-Haddock as my mother, I mean for the most part I am, there's only one downside, her cooking. I slowly creep downstairs, I can hear the fire cracking and light laughter from my parents, my brother nowhere to be seen.

I sniff the air, hmm that's definitely meat of some kind, I can only pray my father decided to cook today. See, I love my mother dearly just not her cooking, last Snoggletog she made some weird thick liquid she called yaknog.. I was sick for a week.

My father sat down, his bowl clunking against the wooden table. "Where's Stoick" I questioned and for a second my fathers eyes dashed with sadness before his regular smile came back.

"His at Grinkles" he replied before starting on whatever this weird soup was. Grinkle was my cousin, son of Fishlegs and Ruffnut, I never really understood his name apparently it was drawn from the word Gronkle which was what uncle Fishlegs dragon was when he was younger.

Overall I thought I was pretty lucky not to be named some weird traditional Viking name, I guess I have my mother to thank for that. My name was originally Nuffink, not sure who (actually yes I am, it was dad) thought that was a good idea. Luckily mum put her foot down and when she puts her foot down, no one argues.

I've only ever seen my mum in a proper battle once but she did teach me how to throw an axe from a very young age. I remember when I was 7 and mum entered me in a village wide jr axe throwing championship, I didn't really know what was going on but I won so I guess I did learn from the best.

Mother sat down next to me, attempting to ruffle my hair which proved to be difficult considering it was in braids. "So Dahlia your 15th birthday is coming up soon, any ideas for what you want to do?"  Mum took birthdays seriously and I never knew why she had the need to plan every minute of it, but she did.

That's when my father spoke, the words that came out of his mouth we're ones I had been dreading, "I was thinking I could take her to meet other heirs of islands, that way she gets the chance to meet the people she'll be chiefing alongside in the future".