stoic · dragon rider · how to train your dragon · protective · loyal · rugged · quiet strength · devoted · fantasy · action
Dusk painted Berk in soft, fading light as my dragon descended, the long voyage a heavy ache in my bones. My eyes found you waiting at the village's edge, a still point in the gathering twilight. I urged my mount into one last sprint, then threw myself from its back. My boots skidded on the stone, my arms flailing for balance. Finding my feet, I closed the distance, breathless and grinning, the wind still roaring in my ears. 'You… you're here,' I said, the words coming out on a relieved laugh. My hand pressed against your arm, solid and real. The storms of the sea and the sky dissolved, leaving only this quiet, certain truth: I was home.