This is a story of what would happen if Astrid met Camicazi. The next chapter should be up soon! For those of you who don't know, Camicazi is the character in the books (yes, there are books) whom Astrid is Very Loosely based off. I don't think that there are too many spoilers for the books. This is set after the books end, and after the second movie.

Many thanks to my sister for helping me with awesome ideas, and for proofreading! You are the best!

Disclaimer: How To Train Your Dragon does not belong to me. Though I do own a dragon.

It was a normal day for the Vikings on the isle of Berk. The residents of the village were going about their daily business; dragon riding, arguing, sword fighting, and picking their teeth with knives. Hiccup, Astrid, and Fishlegs were flying through the air on their dragons, doing crazy stunts to the sound of epic theme music. Just as Toothless was performing a double backflip, there was a commotion in the middle of the village. The three friends flew over to investigate.

The square of the village was full of fighting villagers, all without helmets. If one listened closely, one could hear that they were shouting at each other for stealing their helmets. The headwear itself was nowhere to be seen.

The three friends circled the village square on their dragons, trying to find who could possibly have taken all of those helmets. Suddenly, Hiccup spotted a tiny figure. "Look!" he cried. In the corner of the square, there was a small girl, who had long blond hair that looked like it had been tussled around with a pitchfork. She was sitting on top of a pile of helmets, and cheering on the fight.

The friends nodded to each other, and on the count of three landed their dragons in the corner of the square, completely surrounding the girl. She grabbed her sword and held it out at them, waving it ferociously in the air. "Do you want a fight? Do you, do you?" she cried.

Hiccup climbed off of Toothless. "We are not here for a fight, calm down. But what are you doing here? You're not a Viking."

"I am actually, but I am also a Bog-burglar." The girl gestured to the fighting Vikings in the square, who were completely oblivious to what was going on. "You Hooligans really are ignorant. They didn't even look for me before they started fighting. A Bog-burglar is the best Burglar, as I always say!" The girl spoke rapidly, swinging her long sword in her hand.

"But what is a Bog-burglar? And how on earth did you get into the village without being seen?" said Astrid.

The girl shook her head slowly. "Wow, it really is worse than Old Wrinkly said it would be. Imagine not knowing what a Bog-burglar is!"

"Old Wrinkly?" said Astrid, perplexed.

"Listen, you're going to have to explain yourself. I'll have you know, I'm the chief of this village, and I don't hold with strangers stealing villagers' helmets!" said Hiccup.

"What are you talking about?" said the girl, genuinely confused. "Wait... what island is this?"

"It's Berk," said Fishlegs.

"Berk is currently destroyed by dragon fire, and everyone is currently living on the island of Tomorrow." The girl spoke in a matter of fact tone.

"What?" cried Hiccup.

"It's true," said the girl, putting her sword back in her belt. "Though you Hooligans are starting to rebuild. But it'll take you forever. Good luck, I say. It's not like we can help, we have our own island to rebuild, you know."

"Okay, who are you?" said Hiccup.

"Camicazi," she said, shaking his hand rapidly, "the greatest and best of the Bog-burglars, three time winner of the burglering awards, and the companion of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third, the great King of the Wilderwest, and the Bog-burglar who won the right to come here in a competition where she defeated many foes older than herself. And you are..."

"Hiccup, the chief of this island, and..."

Hiccup didn't get any further, as Camicazi flung her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. "Oh Hiccup, what have they done to you!" she cried. "You are so... so... so different!" Hiccup wasn't sure what to do.

"What on earth?" cried Astrid. "I'll have you know I'm his girlfriend, so back off."

"Who are you?" said Camicazi. "Hiccup doesn't have a girlfriend."

"Yes he does! It's me!"

"No he doesn't!"

"Yes he does!"

"STOP!" the two girls turned to look at Fishlegs. "I don't know what's going on, but it's really freaking me out!"

"Who are you?" said Camicazi.

"Fishlegs," said Fishlegs.

Camicazi screamed. It was a mixture of a war cry and a terrified screech, and it made Astrid put her hands on her ears. "Oh Fishlegs," cried Camicazi, "What have they done to you! You're... you're fat!"

"I'm just big-boned!" cried Fishlegs.

"That wasn't very nice," said Astrid.

"But it's true! Fishlegs would never be fat, he is as thin as a piece of grass!" cried Camicazi.

Hiccup took a deep breath. "Look, Camicazi, I don't know who you are, but you need to tell us what's going on. We have no idea who you are, but you know about us, but you don't really, and it doesn't make sense!"

"Okay." Camicazi took a deep breath, and seemed to calm down a little. "I am from another world."

"Another world?" said Fishlegs.

"Another world," said Camicazi. "There are many worlds, you see. The world of movies, the world of games, the world of books, and heaps more. I am from the world of books. You are from the world of movies. It really is quite clever how Old Wrinkly worked it out, he made this whole portal thing and it really is genius."

"Who's Old Wrinkly?" said Hiccup.

"He's your grandfather in my world, which is, by the way, the best," said Camicazi. "Your world is sort of a secondary world based on my world. Some of it's good, but most of it's rubbish. You can see that by what they did to poor Fishlegs here." She looked sadly at him, and shook her head.

"Your world is not the best!" cried Astrid. "And anyway, I suppose you're all making it up, anyway."

Camicazi turned slowly, and fixed her gaze on Astrid. "What is your name? You didn't tell me before. And are you really the girlfriend of Hiccup?"

"I am Astrid," said Astrid. "And yes, I really am Hiccup's girlfriend. Not that it's any of your business."

"But... but Hiccup is way to young to have a girlfriend!" cried Camicazi. Hiccup snorted, and Astrid giggled behind her hand. Camicazi glared at the both of them, then sighed. "They really have messed you up terribly," she said. "Not that Astrid even exists in my world. I do suppose that they must have based you on somebody, though. I do hope to Odin that it's not me. Imagine, you based off of me! That would be truly terrible. And embarrassing. Oh dear. I can just see it now. How awful. Ahh well. We know that can't be it; so who else could it be? It couldn't be any Bog-burglar, but there aren't many girls your age in the Hooligan tribe. Wait, what does this mean! You can't be based off me! No, it's impossible!" The entire speech was spoken rapidly, with many arm gestures and hands waving in the air.

"I should hope that I am not based off you," said Astrid. "You are heaps younger, for one thing."

"Hey, I'm a lot older than I look! It's not my fault I'm so short." Camicazi shrugged her shoulders good naturedly.

"The two of you really do look nothing alike," said Fishlegs.

Hiccup shook his head. "Look, Camicazi, this is a bit ridiculous. You just turn up, and expect us to believe that you are from a different world, we are based off of your world, and your world is better? Plus that Fishlegs is actually thinner, and Astrid doesn't even exist?"

Camicazi nodded happily. "Yep."

"And my grandfather in your world told you to come here?"

"No, you're a little mixed up," said Camicazi. "Your grandfather worked out how to come here, and wanted to see what it was like, so he offered us Bog-burglars the chance to come and see it. We had a competition to see who was the best burglar, and I won! I, the youngest, won! It still makes me laugh to think of it." And to prove it, the girl sat down on the ground and laughed for a whole minute. The three friends raised their eyebrows at each other. Hiccup looked over his shoulder, and the Vikings were still having their brawl. He would have to sort that out, he supposed. He sighed.

At last, Camicazi got up and continued. "Well, after that I took my dragon, flew through the portal, and landed here. I had a spot of fun with the helmets, and now I'm here, talking to you lot!"

"Wait... I don't see a dragon. Some owner you are, just leaving it behind you," said Astrid.

Camicazi grinned widely. "It's fine. It's a stealth dragon, so it'll come when I call. I burgled it from mum before I left. I was meant to take my own, but frankly, I don't want to, and it's a mean, selfish old thing. For once I wished I could speak Dragonese like you, but then I had the idea of taking mum's stealth, and it worked!"

Hiccup, Astrid, and Fishlegs stared at her. Then Hiccup sighed. "Look, I can't speak this Drag-Dragonese thing, and we are wasting our time. I am the chief after all, and I have important things to deal with. So why don't you just go back to the portal from whence you came."

"Yeah, and we're better than you anyway!" said Astrid. She was still a little hurt from being non-existent in the other world.

"I would, of course, but I want to do a little exploring first," said Camicazi. "Find out a little more about your world. And how terrible it is, of course."

"Fine, but not without our supervision!" said Hiccup. "And not before I fix this brawl."

"Oh, that's easy," said Camicazi. She picked a helmet from the pile, and threw it into the pile of fighting Vikings. "Oi, look at this!" she yelled. They all turned to stare at her. "I, a little girl, stole all of your helmets, you slimy dead sea coral that has been up a dragon's nose! Come and get them! They're right here!"

Time seemed to stop. No one moved for a moment, as the Vikings worked out what had just been said, and the three friends were too surprised to say anything.

Then it clicked, and the Vikings ran as one towards the small girl. Hiccup grabbed her, and hoisted her onto Toothless' back. "Go, Toothless, go!" he cried. The dragon leaped up into the air, flapping his wings. Astrid and Fishlegs followed on their dragons, and the four of them were soon far away from the village.