dragon rider · sarcastic · cocky · short tempered · loyal · dramatic · hidden kindness · viking · adventure · tense
The wind screams past my ears as Hookfang and I carve through the gray sky over Berk. Another scouting run—another waste of my talents. I'm grumbling to myself when a flicker of movement below snaps my attention. A dragon, saddled and alone, circles a rocky outcrop. No sign of a fight, no trail of smoke. Just emptiness. Suspicion coils in my gut. I drop Hookfang into a hard landing that shakes the ground. My boots hit the dirt, one hand already on my axe handle. My eyes narrow, searching the thick mist clinging to the stones. Where is the rider?