Chapter 1- Too Smart

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My dad always told me that great stories should be preserved, and while I don't think my story is a great story, just about everyone else thinks otherwise.

My youngest brother got the idea to have me write it down one day. I thought it was ridiculous, so I refused. The idea spread to my family and boyfriend, so they ganged up on me and convinced me to write about five years of my childhood.

Let's put you, the person reading the beginning of my life, to decide if it's great or not.

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"Starfire! Bard!" mom called.

My older brother Bard and I exited our rooms and raced down the stairs to see our mother and father.

Our father was pretty famous. Not just in our village but everywhere. He is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third, chief of Berk. He owns a night fury named Toothless. Toothless is the alpha of all dragons and is very protective of our family, especially my father, Hiccup.

I look like my father with my auburn hair and emerald green eyes filled with curiosity and love. Dad and I are very close. Mom says that I'm like dad when he was little: tiny and thin but smart and adventurous. I may have been five but I was intelligent- often helping dad with his upgrades on Berk or Toothless' gear. Well, I helped with the planning anyway. Though I learned from Gobber how to make the things, my father makes the stuff for Toothless and the other dragons, saying that I could be have been hurt if I handled the 'dangerous items.'

I was named after my dad's sister, Starfire Valka Haddock. She was missing at sea for nearly ten years before she made her way home. I've never seen her, so I don't really know what happened to her. All I know is I was named after my aunt. She wrote her story, too. How To Find Your Family ((AN: on my profile, though you don't have to read it if you don't want to)). If I'm being honest, that's where I got the title for this story, my story.

Our mother is Astrid Haddock. She use to be Astrid Hofferson. She had her blond hair in a braid, resting over her left shoulder, as usual. Her vibrant blue eyes shone with love and happiness as she looked at dad, then Bard and I. Her dragon, Stormfly, is a beautiful deadly Nadder, and was the second fastest dragon on Berk.

Bard was ten, five years older than me, and the most annoying brother ever. We fought often and thanks to that, I was quite good at dodging. He is like our mom: a fighter. He's a tough Viking, and everyone is glad he is to be chief one day, although he once told me that he doesn't want to be. But don't tell mom and dad! I, actually, found it quite interesting and often followed dad around the village while he was working. Bard looks like mom with his blond hair and blue eyes. His hair was only an inch long. He may not look it, but he is the strongest kid under thirteen in the village. And he can beat most fourteen year olds as well. Mom and dad are extremely proud of him.

"Morning, mom, dad," Bard said, happily.

"Today's the day," dad said, excitedly, smiling at Bard. "Today's the day my boy gets a dragon." Here in Berk, when you're ten, you pick a dragon to train. It use to be thirteen, but that changed years ago, about two months before I was born.

Dad and mom hoped that we were like dad with the dragons: loving and kind to them. Our father is the 'Dragon Conqueror' or the 'Dragon Master', as other islands call him, so it's kinda hard to live up to him.

I ate my eggs and bread along with a piece of chicken as dad went on about how proud he was of Bard.

"You're not our little boy anymore," mom said, with tears in her eyes.

"Nope," Bard agreed, much more delightful than mom.

"Star, promise me you won't grow up to fast like your brother did," mom asked.

"I make no promises, but I'll try," I said, fluently. I talked much better than any five year old in the whole village, but I didn't talk much. More tears fell from her eyes. "Mommy, please don't cry," I begged, watching more tears fall from her eyes. I walked around the table and hugged her to make her feel better. I knew when to act like a little kid and when not to, my parents didn't like the fact that my brother and I were growing so quickly, so I tried to act like a kid my age when needed.

"Oh, baby," mom said, pulling me onto her lap. "My beautiful baby girl."

"Our beautiful baby girl," dad corrected, kissing the top of my head. "Star, want to come watch Bard and the other kids pick out their dragons?"

"Yes, daddy!" I squealed, making my voice sound like a normal young child's. "Can I mommy? Please?"

"Yes, mommy," dad begged. "Please?"

She laughed at dad. She also- might have- hit him on the back of the head, causing Bard and I to laugh as dad faked a frown before the smile won back its place on his face. "Yes, you can go. You'd just sneak out if I said no. You always do. And, Hiccup, it doesn't help when you encouraging it," she scolded him, lightly, as she handed me to him.

"But I like to watch daddy work. It fascinates me," I said, smiling, making my eyes shine a little bit using tears that didn't spill. It took me months to prefect that trick- and it gets me out of trouble almost whatever I want.

"Aw, you're so adorable!" dad said, hugging me tightly.

"Yes, I am!" I giggled.

"Bla bla, let's go," Bard started pulling dad's sleeve and rushing us out the door.

"Bye, mommy!" I shouted.

"Bye, Astrid," dad rushed as Bard slammed the door.

Toothless followed us outside and was waiting for us to get on. I sat in front of dad, and Bard sat behind him. Like always, dad had one of his arms around me to make sure I didn't fall off, though we both knew that Toothless would catch me if I did fall.

"Hurry, Toothless, hurry!" cried Bard. Dad was so happy that Bard was acting like this. I made a mental note of that. Dragons = happy daddy. Childish thought, but it was- and still is- completely true.

Soon enough, we got to the Dragon Academy that dad started when he was fifteen, all those years ago. He's thirty one now so it had been a long time since it started. It used to being the dragon killing arena, back when the dragons were our enemies. Mom and dad never tell me nor Bard about those days, so I found out from Gobber, who was very close to my Grandpa Stoick, whom I've never met.

Grandpa Stoick (my father's dad) was a great man who died protecting my father. Grandma Valka is my father's mom. My dad first meet his mom when he was twenty, a year before Bard was born.

"Grandma!" I cried when we reached the academy. She was getting off her dragon, Cloudjumper.

"Star! Bard! Hiccup!" she laughed as she hugged me. "Nice to see y'all here. Today's a big day, isn't it, Bard?"

"Yes, it is," he said, excitedly. "I can't wait!" A kid from his small group of friends called him over. "Gotta go. Bye!" He ran off.

"So, Starfire, are you happy for your big brother?" grandma asked, her strange accent fascinating me once again.

"Yes, I am."

"Wish he was here," dad muttered, looking at a statue of Grandpa Stoick.

"Don't we all," grandma agreed, standing up and putting a hand on dad's shoulder. "It'll be alright, my dear boy."

"Daddy? Would you save me like grandpa Stoick protected you?"

He smiled at me, his eyes slightly happy as he scooped me up in his strong arms. "Yes, baby girl, I would." His eyes narrowed almost immediately afterwards. "Wait. Who told you what grandpa did for me?"

"Now don't tell your father I told you this, lass," Gobber had said. "He won't be to happy about it."

"No one," I smiled, sweetly.

"Starfire," he warned.

"It's a secret," I giggled, squirming out of his arms and running away.

"Star! Starfire, be careful!" he shouted. I ran around the crowd of villagers and behind them, so I could overhear their conversation.

"-don't know who told her, son," grandma said.

"Star, she's a intelligent girl. She seems to be smarter than Bard at times, but then will act like her own age when she wants to. She's too smart for her own good. The other day she walked up to Astrid and me to show us the axe she made for Astrid. She made it all by herself, so she says. When I asked Gobber about he looked shocked and said 'She made an axe? When?' The axe was extremely sharp too, cut my finger just barely touching the blade. It worries me. How did she make it? When did she make it? She could have easily hurt herself!"

"Hiccup, there's nothing wrong with Star being bright. You were bright, too."

"Yeah but not when I was her age. She's growing up faster than Bard. She tries to hide it, but I can tell. She can talk like an adult. She does it all the time, but when she wants something or she's in trouble she uses a little kid voice and uses unshredded tears to make her eyes shine. That trick works wonders!"

"Aye, I know," grandma laughed.

"Last week she fixed a flaw in one of my plans for Toothless' saddle."

"Did she?"

"Yeah. There was a flaw in my plan, and she noticed it, explained it to me in detail and gave me way to fix it. She was talking to me like she was an adult!"

"That girl of yours is extremely smart, Hiccup," Gobber said, walking up to them.

"We were just talking about that," Grandma noted.

"Yeah, I know. That worries me."

"It shouldn't. It's a good thing she's smart. We need more people like the two of you."

"She's smarter than I was when I was fifteen! And she's five! I'm glad she's smart, but she's too smart!"

"At least she's not like the twins."

Ruffnut and Tuffnut were really dumb. Ruff was the smarter one of the two, always teasing, pranking, and hurting Tuff. Ruff was now the mother of four, almost five. Her oldest two were ten, identical girls, and were in Bard's group of friends. The third and fourth are twins, too. They were five years old, one boy and one girl. The boy lead a small group of five year olds. The boy acted a lot like his father, Snotlout. Snotlout is dad's cousin.

"That's true," dad said. "But she could be a bit more," he trailed off to find the right word, "I don't know- her own age." Both Gobber and grandma agreed. I felt a pang of guilt.

"Chief," a villager said. "It's about time we started." Dad nodded and ran off to the chiefs seat above the arena.

"Attention, everyone!" Dad started his speech when mom appeared next to him. I didn't pay much attention to his speech at that time but to the one earlier.

Am I too smart? Do I learn too quickly? Everyone clapped and cheered, interrupting my thoughts for a moment. I make dad sad by being smart, I concluded. I promised myself to act dumber, for my father's sake. He wanted me to be more like a little kid, so I would be.

I barely noticed Bard pick a Deadly Nadder for his pet dragon.

Bard flew home on his dragon, while I was in front of dad on Toothless, Stormfly and mom were on the other side of Bard and Spikestone, the green- blue deadly Nadder he picked out.

"Star, are you alright, sweetie?" asked dad.

"Yes, daddy," I said, closing my eyes as I smiled at him. His eyes narrowed a bit, like he knew something, but didn't say anything.

When we got home Bard asked dad to give him some tips with Spikestone. Once dad was done with that he had some chief work to do and Bard went to play with his friends.

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I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. If you like it, I'm glad. If you don't- first, I'm sorry and second don't like, don't read!

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