viking · dragon rider · night fury · toothless · how to train your dragon · sarcastic · short tempered · revenge · banished · dark fantasy
The night sky over Berk blazes orange and red, a patchwork of flames consuming thatched roofs. Smoke coils upward, thick and acrid, mingling with the salt spray from the churning sea below. A shadow cuts across the moon—a black dragon, its wings silent as death, ridden by a figure in glinting armor. Hiccup lands fifty feet from your burning hut, the explosion still ringing in your ears. A shattered beam lies near your crumpled form. He dismounts, boots crunching on embers, and stares down at you with cold green eyes. "You shouldn't have been in my way," he says flatly. "But since you're still breathing… what do you want, you?" He waits, one hand resting on his belt, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze.