How To Train Your Dragon- From One World To Another, And Yet I'm Home  

Disclaimer:

The Film 'How To Train Your Dragon', is Copyrighted by DreamWorks Animation and Distributed by Paramount Pictures. Directed by Chris Sanders and Dean DeBlois and released on March 26, 2010

The DreamWorks 'Dragons' were directed by Dean Deblois and Chris Sanders and released in 2013- 2018. I only claim Copyright to my characters and some of the elements of the story that are of my own creation.

Author Warning:

This Chapter overshadows a small smidgen of my own OC-character's past story-events that the Vikings will see in the Movie Theater, as this is essentially a '' To Watch How to Train Your Dragon', fanfiction story. Well, partly :)

The Villagers will see short but important moments of a time before Ronja was brought to the Viking Era, as well as important moments of times she was just becoming a Villager on the island of Berk. And finally, the moments that happened during the 'How to Train Your Dragon' film.

This symbol (*) and a number, means that there's something written about this particular paragraph in the Ending Author's Notes. The Chapter Title (below) is old Norse. Its meaning is 'cut asunder'.

*D*** means Diary Text and *ED** means End of Diary

*BOF*** means the Beginning of Flashback

 *EOF*** means the End of Flashback

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Chapter 2 Taka i sunder

This is the island of 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 nestled on an outcropping of seamounts. The village, in a word, is sturdy and it's been here for seven generations. 

Despite the colonization being so old, every single building in the village is new. And why does one call it ' twelve days North of hopeless, and a few degrees South of freezing to death'?! Well, it snows nine months of the year and hails the other three. Which is pretty much the reason why any food that grows here is tough and tasteless. And as my friend Hiccup tends to say, the people that grow here are even more so.

Hah hah hah!

*ED** 

'' I'll give you guys a 'meridian of misery' when I beat you all to a pulp if you don't give back my diary!'' I shrieked at Fishleg's who had been the one to steal the notebook in the first place. The others, mainly Snotlout, Astrid, Ruffnut and Tuffnut were still cackling from the blond-haired Viking boy's narration of my written text.

'' Awww, don't be embarrassed, you write so well,'' Fishlegs called out as the six of us hurdled past tables and chairs; as well as younger children, adult Vikings and my Dragon. A Monstrous Nightmare female I'd named Ancalagon, Anca for short. Humans and one dragon alike were staring at us teens in confusion and even amusement..'' Everyone here the Great Hall probably believes we teens have gone crazy, as well as wondering what in Helheim I'd written on the pages to make it so secretive. And to be bluntly honest, practically everything I'd written in there was secretive. Oh, the others must have gone completely mental. Especially Fishlegs! I would never have believed, in all my life, that he would be the one to steal my diary,'' I thought rather darkly, grimacing at that.

Indeed, I had been sitting beside the wooden Healer's table in the middle of the Great Hall (where the fireplace stood), giving emotional backup to my cousin Hiccup as Gothi was using her healing ministrations on his still-healing stumped leg. Then all of a sudden I'd found myself being ambushed by the others who had snuck up on me from behind.

A sudden burst of amused laughter was heard coming from one of the vacated, nearby tables. And when I quickly glanced over from the corner of my eye I caught sight of my uncle Stoick sitting on the benches with Gobber, Spitelout and the parents of the other Teens.The adults were all watching us run around the Great Hall in various stages of humour on their faces. They were leant against the surface of the wooden table with goblets of mead in hand like they were in the process of watching some hilarious show going on in front of them.

*D**

Here on Berk, we have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets included into the daily lives of the Villagers. A charming little village, really, and I would be completely satisfied living here if it weren't for the raids that tend to burn down the houses and are the reason I'm forced to enter the fire-brigade six times a 'bloody' year.

And before you ask whether its all due to neighboring Villages... no, our island tends to be so isolated from other Viking Villages that we don't often see raids among humans. The reason for the raids are something Hiccup tends to call 'pests'. And yeah, we have the usual mice and mosquitoes during the warm seasons. But the real problem we Berkians have to contend with are Dragons. Dragons, for gods sake! Some were huge in size like most dinosaurs had been back in my old world millions of years ago. Not all Dragons were huge, though, as certain species were the size of ponies, some even the size and weight of wolf- cubs.

*ED**

'' This isn't some fun show, honestly! I'm gonna murder these guys,'' I thought in frustration, inwardly cursing Fishlegs, Snotlout, Astrid, Ruffnut and Tuffnut all the way to 'Helheim'.

'' You can pound us, 'Ro', if you can catch us!'' Snotlout called to me in a sly voice.

'' Yeah, really now, you're as slow as a yak caught in deep mud!'' Tuffnut jeered, cackling.

'' Really, guys, is this the way to treat a girl?'' I snapped in a biting tone even as I doubled my speed, thanking the gods that I'd had the habit to go jogging every morning on those days I hadn't been training with Snotlout and his father.

'' If you even ARE a girl!'' Ruffnut joked, cheering loudly when I actually pulled out my thrusting-sword from its sheath.

'' Oh, that's it! I'll show you all just how much a girl I am! ''I counteracted as I held the weapon threateningly in one hand.

Astrid glanced over her shoulder, blue eyes dancing with mischief as she called out,'' Now, now, 'Ro! There's no need for you to get violent, especially when your arm is still...''

'' I'll calm down once you give me back my diary!'' I roared as I jumped onto an upcoming bench before clambering up onto the table.

Clatter, clink, clank

As I was running across the table, I could hear and feel my feet knocking aside empty goblets and plates amidst the laughter of some of the elder Vikings sitting around the table watching me give the other teens a reason to be afraid of the consequences if I were to catch them.

...

Hiccup couldn't help but chuckle along with some of the other Vikings as Snotlout and Fishlegs uttered twin, very girlish shrieks when Ronja just about caught the bigger boy around the tunic after she had taken a short-cut over the table and nearly speared the darker haired boy's butt-cheek with her sword.

But the one-legged 'Hero of His People' sobered after a moment as pain lanced against his stump. Toothless the Nightfury gave a soft croon and nudged his head against his Rider's side to give him comfort, and Hiccup leaned forward to rest his forearms against the Dragons head.

The discussion he had with Ronja inside the Great Hall during dinner hour some hours ago was still on the very surface of his thoughts. His friend's feelings were causing the teenaged boy to worry, for the past week, Ronja has been wearied and listless of mind, like something important was pressing against her heart and soul. But obviously of such matter that she couldn't discuss with anyone, or refused to discuss with others.

He sighed as Gothi finished tying off the bandages over his stump before handing him a steaming mug of herbal tea. Wincing, Hiccup took a cautious sip and grimaced at the strange, bitter taste it left in his taste buds.

'' Ugh, yech! Tastes almost as bad as that fish Toothless had me bite,'' he thought before forcing himself to consume the rest of the beverage. He shuddered violently once he was finished and slid off the table to the chair Ronja had vacated some time ago.

He then turned to watch the 'merry- chase' that had circled back to the table that was occupied by the other Teens parents, Gobber and his own father; who by now had his hands crossed over his chest and was tapping his foot on the ground.

'' When I get my hands on you, you're all gonna pay!'' Ronja was shouting as she scrambled onto the bench and then onto the table where she knocked over more empty goblets and plates.

Clink, clatter, clunk

'' Oh no, that's enough young lady!'' Hiccup's father exclaimed as he snagged Ronja around the waist the second she was about to lunge at Fishlegs again.

And there it was, again, the flinch that always followed when there was sudden contact between Stoick the Vastandher. It wasn't that Ronja reacted so at every touch, but it happened when she wasn't expecting it.

Hiccup felt his forehead furrow. The scenes from the past flashed in his memory. Past moments when he had actually been afraid of his own father when he had roughly pushed him into the Great Hall, and then pushing him away when he had tried to talk him out of going for the attack on 'Helheim's Gate'. But worse had been to witness the moment Hiccup's own father had almost committed the 'Blood eagle' execution on his best friend. The cruellest punishment a Chief could give to someone he viewed a traitor of the people.

Hiccup, who was a known relation to the chief, had not been tied to the 'Execution- pole' in the middle of the 'Kill- Ring', unlike the younger teen who had no relation to the island. She had been a nobody, an outsider that Stoick's tribe had taken into their midsts. And in Stoick the Vast's eyes befriending Dragons had been of the most damning of treacheries an outsider could do to the Villagers of Berk.

Through careful eyeing, Hiccup had become very much aware that his best friend had been somewhat mentally damaged by what had almost occurred out there in the ring the day he had been trying to prove to everyone that Dragons really weren't bloodthirsty devils. Therefore he couldn't, and wouldn't, begrudge Ronja having become slightly wary of his father's presence.

Stoick and Ronja had mutually worried for him when he had been unconscious for weeks due to his serious injuries but from what Gobber had noted during the time the young, one-legged Viking had been out of it for weeks on end, the teenaged girl had not allowed herself to be fully at ease in Berk's Chief's presence.

After he had woken up, Hiccup and Ronja had come to combine their views on how different Stoick the Vast had become following Hiccup's near death experience. It seemed to be, that the reason for his flaring anger and frustration had been long drawn due to the constant Dragon Raids. But once the source of them had been eradicated, Stoick had become less inclined to snap at someone and was paying close attention to whatever his son was saying whenever the teenager needed to speak to his father. And yet that lingering apprehension was still noticeably present in Ronja's heart.

Hiccup knew it bothered his father to some extent, though it was difficult to notice with him keeping his posture straight and face impassive. But it was all in his eyes! And Hiccup himself couldn't deny he was discomfited every time his friend flinched at his father's contact. 

He watched intently as his father carefully lifted the slight- built girl up onto his left shoulder and said,'' You are going straight to Gothi's to get that arm looked at and then you, and every other teen will go to bed straight away.''

*D**

Now you might very well ask, ''what are Dinosaurs?''

Well, as someone who had always been interested in said prehistorical creatures, let me tell you...Imagine a world very different from the before the time of man, even before the time of the first mammals. Millions of years ago our planet was filled with prehistoric plants, insects, bugs and animals which splendour went far beyond our imagination. Some of the plants we will never know of as to their properties, and there may have been wildlife out there that science will never discover in our lifetime.

But what we do know is that millions of years ago our planet was ruled by the mighty beasts that ruled the land from generations to generations. The mighty animals were what we humans came to call Dinosaurs after Sir Richard Owen came up with the word in the year 1841st century.

Some were absolutely massive in size and some of the dinosaurs turned out to be the height and weight of wolf cubs or even smaller. You could even describe them as being wingless, and fireless Dragons. The Queen Dragon, on the other hand, I could only describe her as being a Tyrannosaurus Rex on steroids. She was MASSIVE! Bigger than any long-necked dinosaur ever discovered on Earth.

These ancient beasts came in three different kinds. Plant eaters that ate only vegetation substances while omnivores ate their fill upon berries, meat and plants. Then there were the dreaded carnivores that hunted solely for the herbivores and omnivores for food sustenance.

But what was still debated on, as we humans had never laid eyes on a live one, was what sort of texture of skin these beasts had and if they came in different colours. That's what extinction tends to do to creatures that have been gone for millions of years. 

*ED**

Hiccup sighed loudly and shook his head at the hefty blond-haired boy who continued to read as he and the other teens followed a little behind their Chief (who was also Hiccup's hulking sized father) as he carried Ronja over to where Gothi was waiting somewhat impatiently with all needed medical equipment spread out along the table. Snotlout, Astrid and the Twins were chuckling good naturally at the text, but the way Ronja was glaring at Fishlegs spoke volumes of how she felt about the continuing narrations.  

'' Will you stop reading my diary, Fish-breath?!'' Ronja snapped out loudly, tone dangerously cold as the insult erupted from her mouth.

This time Fishlegs did pause for a long moment, uncertainty crossing his face at the flash of true anger flickering across Ronja's eyes....

'' 'Legs really should stop before it all goes too far,'' the light-brown haired Mrs Ingerman commented from where she and the other parents had stayed to observe. She looked rather worried.

'' I agree, my dear. Has the entire 'Dragon Rider Gang' gone completely crazy?!'' her flaxen-haired husband sighed out, putting a hand to his face in exasperation.

'' Well, I'd say with the twins, that ship has sailed a long time ago,'' Mr Thorston, a man with long dirty-blond coloured hair, chuckled out. It earned him a firm nudge to the side from his wife whose hair colour was a shade lighter than his own.

'' All this madness is probably due to them being forced to stay indoors until 'Devastating Winter' is all over,'' Mrs Thorston emphasized with a sigh.

'' Well that's just perfect. I thought my son would begin to learn how to act properly in the presence of a girl, this had to happen tonight. And just when I was starting to believe the young lady, Ronja, had begun to warm up to Snotlout's presence, he now messes things up again,'' Mrs Jorgenson groaned out.

'' What in Odin's name are you 'clucking' on about, woman? Our boyo is acting as he should be, as a Jorgenson,'' Spitelout, whose hair was a darker shade of brown than his wife's, grunted as he took a sip from his mead.

'' What you might consider the proper action isn't always the right one, my dear husband,'' Mrs Jorgenson retorted, loud enough for the other parents to hear, but not Spitelout. She then turned to watch in silence as their Chief carefully lifted the young girl off his shoulder and down onto the wooden surface of the Healer's table.

'' Why would Ronja let the Twins braid her hair in the same way Ruffnut does to her own? Her hair was far better off in one loose braid,'' Mrs Hofferson murmured.

''Probably so that my children could let out some of their hyperactiveness. And really, the three braided look doesn't look so bad with the black overtunic not clashing with the vibrant red and blonde hairs that together make it look golden colour,'' Mrs Thorston answered with an amused smirk.

'' Yes, and speaking of the tunic, you really did make it seems like she is wearing Dragon scales when in fact the black fabric is shaded to look like Anca's scales,'' Mrs Jorgenson chuckled out as she turned to watch Gothi unwound the leather strings of Ronja's overtunic before helping her to pull it over her head.

'' Oh, yes,'Ancalagon the Black'. Quite a suitable name for a Monstrous Nightmare of such a rare colouring, even though it's apparently from a storybook and is a boy's name,'' Mrs Thorston answered with a smile and a chuckle. The women then all went silent as the old healer helped lift Ronja's injured arm from the undertunic sleeve before ushering the young girl to lay down on her stomach against a pillow. The women could see her wince when Gothi cautiously started unwinding the bandages over the left arm which had been damaged in the battle against the Queen Dragon of 'Helheim's Gate'.

'' (*1) I wouldn't be surprised if at some point the burnt skin on the inside of that arm will tighten as the skin heals. It means she wouldn't be able to fully straighten that arm,'' Mr Hofferson muttered to Spitelout, fingering his platinum coloured hair thoughtfully as he glanced at his own arm that had once been in the same situation with burns.

'' Then it means she will have to work around that disability. She'll have to learn a new stance that doesn't give an indication to the enemy that she can't use that arm to its full potential,'' Spitelout grunted out, if with a tiny flicker of regret flashing across his bluish grey irises.

'' Aye, hopefully, that injury won't make it impossible for Ronja to get perfect aim in her throwing. Did you all see the way she threw those smaller throwing- axes at the beasts three eyes? I would find it a great shame if her injuries were to hamper her in the future,'' Mrs Hofferson joined in on the conversation. She brushed away a strand of wheat-coloured hair away from her eyes with a serious expression on her face.

'' Those injuries could prove a problem when it comes to accuracy. She will just have to get around that disability and I'll make sure she keeps her dagger and axe throwing skills. As well as her sword-combat. Those are the three main weapons any Viking should at least sufficiently master,'' Spitelout answered in his typically gruff tone.

'' Aye, but still, it's going to be tough on her, and on Hiccup to get used to their new normal, isn't it? Both teens have scars that are a permanent remnant of the battle,'' Mr Ingerman muttered thoughtfully Gobber, who had been silently observing the conversations going around, took the moment to jump in to throw his own 'hatchet' into the midst.

'' Aye, it will be a new normal for those two, but they're still young. Hiccup just turned fifteen this year and Ronja had her fourteenth birthday some months ago. As their still children, they will be able to adjust to the difference more easily than adults. Now, all we have to do is wait until both have recovered enough to begin weapon training again for all the teens. Those kids all showed real promise for a strong fighting-team out there at Helheim's Gate, and it would be a shame to not take the opportunity to make that bond 'iron strong','' the one-legged and armed man said, scratching thoughtfully at his chin.

'' You would be right about it being foolish not to take such an opportunity, Gobber,'' Spitelout answered gruffly, fingering his beard thoughtfully.

'' Just as long as you two don't overdo any of the teens training. It would do more harm than good,'' Mr Hofferson shot back with a warning look.

'' And we will see just what Fishlegs thinks of these new plans of team-training,'' Mrs Ingerman muttered to her husband with a long-suffering expression to her face. She knew how adamant her son could be at times. Her husband gave a small sigh at her words.

''He will have to learn to properly defend himself out there in the world, dear. 'Legs' has to push aside that unwillingness to complete weapon training. He won't like it, but he is better off being able to fend for himself.''

Mr Ingerman then winced ever so slightly, along with everyone else sitting around the table when Gothi carefully pulled off the last strip of bandages.

The long scar that began from Ronja's upper arm was now visible. Disfigured, reddened skin blotted the edges of the wound that slithered down the entire length of it to stop on the back of Ronja's hand. The skin surrounding the scar was also blotched with burn marks. It would have made the ' Valknut' tattoo (that everyone in the Village knew was there), to look distorted if at that moment it had been visible on her arm. Odin himself had bestowed the 'Valknut' tattoo on Ronja and its uniqueness lay in how it stayed invisible until stubborn Vikings needed proof that she had been brought to this world and time through a god's intervention.

*D** 

Evening has fallen over a snow-covered Berk some hours ago. The darkness had the huge monumental building standing on the steep, yet small mountain to look even more formidable. What added to its formidable countenance was its steep staircase of one hundred and twenty-five steps leading to a huge arch doorway with intricate patterned double doors. The doors, which have no stopper and just fling wide open when slammed open by human hand or the touch of fierce winds, are flanked by two humongous sixty-eight-foot statues. The statues themselves are mounted on huge dragons and holding a torch that has been lit as night set in.

The entrance is also alight by two huge torches secured on the floor of the entrance area. And if that didn't look formidable enough, you had to realise that the entire structure is solid as stone, literally. It had been carved from the very mountain it was nestled against.

The interior of the hall is simple but also intimidating. Just inside the entryway stand huge, impressive and yet fearsome statues of Viking ancestors. Along the ceiling hang larger-than-life tapestries depicting historical battles and achievements and there is also a long row of shields that depict former Chiefs and their heirs. Most of those showcased the proud lineage of the Haddocks. The longest standing line of leaders that had ruled Berk. As one stepped deeper inside the person would see the stone walls and the dirt floor resembling the interior of a simple cave.

Wide wooden pillars with decorative metal bands and carvings on them are scattered throughout the inside of the Hall. I ain't sure if their purpose was to be ornamental, and neither do the people of Berk. Apparently, some of the information written down by the forefathers of this land had either disappeared or had been destroyed in the past Dragon- raids long, long ago.

The Hall also exhibits a few short steps to counter the uneven terrain of the ground on which the Great Hall had been built upon. There is a raised platform along one wall where a 'speaker' can address attendants and behind that area, there are carvings on the walls.

And in the middle of the hall sits a huge, circular table with a fire pit that is lit into a blaze during important meetings, or during these cold winter days. There used to be a golden figure of a Grapple Grounder Dragon impaled by a sword, hanging over the firepit but it had been taken down a few weeks after the return from Helheim's Gate in respect for the newfound peace between Vikings and Dragons.

*ED** 

Mrs Jorgenson groaned out loud, slapping a hand to her face upon hearing her son narrating the contents Ronja had written in her diary.

'' Why?! Why can't my son cease to make the girls hate him for everything he does when under the influence of his own pompous, bragging mask which he wears in public without fail. He is such a different boy whenever he is with just me,'' she thought in exasperation and worry as she saw the young girl turn her head slightly so that her eye was trained on the amused group of teens standing just beyond the reach of the Healer's -table.

*D**

Small fire torches lined the walls throughout the Hall so people would have sufficient lighting. Dozens of benches and long wooden tables, used often by the Villagers during communal gatherings, were full of Vikings at this current time as we Berkians took refuge in the Great Hall during severe storms, specifically a blizzard, during these cold months of 'Devastating Winter'. The reason being, that the Great Hall is carved out of the side of a mountain. It was the safest place to take shelter during natural disasters because it was underground.

*ED**

''I SWEAR!'' Ronja snapped loudly, before pausing to take in deep calming breaths. When she continued, her voice was quieter but with a steely undertone.

'' If you don't give back my diary right now, we will go straight back to being reluctant comrades in arms, Snotlout! And that goes for all of you five!''

Ronja's expression was impassive, but her eyes were narrowed and full of fire. That expression was a clear warning to not mess with her any longer. And her sentence turned out to be the 'magic word'.

Snotlout quickly shut the book with a loud' snap' and leaned forward to hand it over to where Ronja could easily reach for it. And she promptly snatched it from his hand and swiftly pressed the small book to her chest like it were an immeasurable treasure. And it was her diary! So to her, it probably was as important as gold and jewels. '' Ronja,'' Astrid murmured, but then paused at the glare the younger girl threw in her direction.

'' W-we...,'' the Twins and Fishlegs started to say. But Sonja shut them off with a furious,'' Shut up!''

'' Ronja, please listen, we...,'' Snotlout stammered out but the glare she gave him immediately shut him off again.

'' Just shut your mouth for one minute so I can think! Before I explode,'' she gritted out between clenched teeth as Gothi started to wipe the scars with a clean rag soaked in warm water and whatever herbs she had soaked in the liquid. Ronja turned away from them all, looking down at the table's surface that was filled with holes and deep scratches.

Memories that were an awful 'Deja vu' to the moment when Fishlegs had snatched up her diary and had started going through it with Snotlout, Astrid, Ruffnut and Tuffnut. The day she had been upstairs in the upper corners of her grandparent's house putting up snacks and sandwiches on a tray with her kind, helpful grandmother. The day her friends, her mutual friends with her sister Sonja, had found her diary and had started going through her own personal thoughts. The day when she had disappeared out of sight and sound within the forest near her grandparent's house!

Ronja's hands clenched into fists even as she slipped the diary underneath the pillow and flopped over it. Her shorter bangs that had not been entrapped within her three long braids, flopped over her eyes and hid her eyes from everyone. She even resolutely shook off the hand Hiccup had been trying to offer in a sign of him wanting to give her comfort as Gothi continued her ministrations. The corners of her eyes had begun to fill up with tears that she refused to allow to fall...

Gobber uttered an exasperated sigh, running a hand over his face. '' Ai, ai, ai! '' he muttered, loud enough for the parents to hear.

'' So much for building an 'iron strong' bond between those teens,'' Spitelout huffed out between a sarcastic laugh.

'' Spitelout, dear, don't be so negative. They could still pull through,'' Mrs Jorgenson retorted scoldingly, nudging her husband sharply on the side.

But she, along with the Ingermans, Thorstons and the Hoffersons kept their eyes fixated to where the Healer's table stood, surrounded by the other teens who all looked discomfited, and Stoick the Vast who sat on the circular table surrounding the fire-pit.

End of Chapter 2 Taka i sunder

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Author Note: 

(*1) One might wonder why I'm giving Ronja another disability on top the one I mentioned in the Prologue, but rest assured I have concocted a plan in mind as to how she will lose the other and unfortunately gain a more permanent disability in the future.

P.S In some of the upcoming chapters, I'll be using scenes of my own childhood. Though most of the scenes are vastly different and more exaggerated than what happened in real life. But then again there is truth in them, as well.

In this chapter, what I wrote about the other teens reading Ronja's diary was taken from a moment in my childhood when my two sisters and my second cousin had found my old, and really terrible, fanfiction pages and started going through them. Not a very fun surprise for me, and I was pretty embarrassed to have others read my personal stories. But I certainly didn't start chasing them around the house

P.S.S Constructive criticism is always welcomed by the Author