Hela the Dragon Tamer

Hela has always been... well.

Strange.

She was quite.

Hardly ever spoke.

She looked weak and frail but was all but that.

She wasn't a fan of violence.

She had a long fuse.

She was patient, calm, and collected.

She was just... just strange for Viking standards. (Cough* calmer cough*)

She 'couldn't' (cough* wouldn't cough*) kill a dragon.

So she worked in the armory with her good father Gobber.

She never really spoke.

No one spoke to her.

Her father was Chief.

He was Stoic the Vast.

He was strong.

He was buff.

He was huge.

He was loud.

He was nothing like his daughter.

Or so they thought.

In reality Hela was smart.

She thought before she acted.

She observed.

She planned.

She trained in secret at the dead of night.

Where no one and nothing can see her.

There was more to Hela then others thought.

Secrets she kept close to her heart.

Secrets her father refused to believe out of fear for his daughter's safety.

Hela had a birthmark on her back.

That of a dragon it's wings stretched across her shoulder blades.

It's head resting at the nape of her neck it's tail reaching down to her mid back.

She could understand dragons.

Manipulate the elements of the world.

Such as fire, water, earth, plants, air, lightning, water, ice, and so so much more.

She had hair of fire, blood, autumn leaves, and dawn.

Her fathers hair.

She had eyes if Icy, electricity, water, and sky.

The most brilliant and brightest blue ever seen.

Her mothers eyes.

Then there was her dragon.

A hybrid.

His father was a Night Fury his mother a Razor-whip.

Making him a Night-whip.

This is the Story of Hela Haddock.

A dragon named Sharpstorm.

And.

A male Viking named Asger.

A How To Train Your Dragon FanFic with some changes and twists.