1: Introduction.

1: Introduction.

The dragon fighter and the dragon tamer. The warrior and the inventor. The girl... and the boy.

But it hadn't always been this way.

At first, she'd ignored him. Shunned him. He was weak, not worth her time; yet he desperately tried to get her attention. But she always pushed him aside, like he was worthless.

He wasn't a proper Viking at all. Or so she thought.

Then, she began to hate him, with a fierce jealously.

How dare he take her spot as the lead warrior in dragon training! She was amazed like all the others, but frustrated, angry. She was the one who was to get all the pride, to kill the first dragon... before he suddenly took her spot.

Oh, how she'd cursed Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III's name back then.

Then, her life changed.

Everything she had thought about everything was wrong.

Dragons. Berk. Hiccup.

He'd managed to do something which no other guy had ever done. He'd taken her breath away.

Of course, he'd had the help of a scaly friend along the way. But Hiccup was the one who had found the dragon, tamed- no, befriended it, gained it's trust.

He'd opened her eyes, and for that, he needed an reward. A grab and a kiss - on the cheek - was sufficient, at least for now.

And as she walked away, there was a whisper, in the back of her mind. But she shoved it out the way, of course.

Next, came the battles. The real battles.

Betrayed by his own people, he was father-less, best-friend-less, village-less; heck, he had nothing. And yes, he thanked her for summing it up.

Of course, she forgot to mention that he still had her... But that would be soppy and weak. Wouldn't it?

He'd thought of a plan. Not something stupid, something crazy.

Befriended more dragons. Flew. Fought. ... Won.

Hurt.

He'd almost been lost. Lost a limb, almost his life.

She'd almost lost him, altogether, and she felt something she hardly ever felt.

Real, pure, true and hard, fear.

Life went on. Seconds, minutes, hours, days... They all seemed like an eternity as she waited outside his house, watching. Hoping.

Then he'd finally woken up. Came out into the bright sunshine, green eyes opened to the world, metal leg shakily getting used to as he realised what he'd lost.

But then he saw what he'd gained.

It was when she kissed him. In front of the whole village, nonetheless.

He figured:

Hey, he could get used to it.