How To Train Your Dragon (Genderswapped)

Introduction During A Raid

''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.

We go past the statues only to dive through a crashing wave and jump to a closer shot of the island. As we pan in a circular motion, we see several structures, houses, and a sheep farm.

 ''My village. In a word, sturdy. And it's been here for seven generations, but, every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunsets.''

(We land on two sheep grazing in the grass.)

''The only problems are the pests.

 (A creature carries one sheep away. The other resumes grazing.)

You see, most places have mice or mosquitoes. 

We have...''

A dragon fires at the screen as a door slams shut, a girl cowers behind it.

 -dragons.'',gasped the girl,''Hicksca Horrendously Haddocker  III, a  green eyed and brown haired in two pigtail braid 15 year old girl wearing a brown animal fur vest over a light green and light brown tunic dress, dark green leggings, a tan furry cloth secured around her waist and black-brown boots.

 ''Most people would leave. Not us. We're Vikings. We have, stubbornness issues. 

(Hicksca runs outdoors, where all the houses are on fire and Vikings are tussling with dragons all around) 

My name's Hicksca. Great name, I know. 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.''

(Hicksca is seen dodging several Vikings. A nearby explosion from the blast of a teal gronckle causes her to trip and a female Viking roars in her face.]

''ARGGGHHHHH! Mornin'!'',greeted a big viking woman with a huge grin named Acka.

'' What are you doing here?!'',yelled another large viking woman named Hoarka.

''Get inside!''  called a viking.

''What are you doin' out?" shouted another viking.

''Get back inside!'',yelled a viking with a brown beard named Phelgman.

''Hicksca?! What is he doing out aga--?! What are you doing out?! Get inside!'', yelled a large red-headed in a braided ponytail woman grabbing Hicksca by the collar of her tunic.

 That's Stolida the Vast. Chieftess of the tribe. They say that when she was a baby, she popped a dragon's head clean off of its shoulders. 

''Do I believe it? Yes, I do.'',narrated Hicksca as Stolida throws a wooden cart at a Deadly Nadder, knocking it out mid-air and releasing the sheep it had in it's claws.

'' What have we got?'' asked Stolida asked a viking with long braided down hair,Starkarda, the third-in-command.

''Gronckles, Nadders, Zipplebacks. Oh, and Hoarka saw a Monstrous Nightmare.'', reported Starkard.

'' Any Night Furies?'', demanded Stolida.

 ''None so far.'',said Starkarda before shielding herself from a fiery explosion.

Burning embers land on Stolida's shoulder and she casually brushes it off, while Starkarda just looks in shock.

'' Good.'',said Stolida calmly as if nothing had happened.