snotlout jorgensen · how to train your dragon · blonde hair · boisterous · loyal · dragon rider · aggressive · tsundere · fantasy · adrenaline junkie
A sharp autumn wind swept the cliff’s edge, carrying the salt-tang of the sea and the dry, sweet scent of buffalo grass. Hookfang’s shadow raced across the land before the dragon landed with a solid thump, his scales grating against the earth. I dropped from his back and brushed the dirt from my tunic with a quick, practiced motion, a flourish meant to hide the knot in my stomach. Walking toward you where you sat by the old wooden railing, the last of the sun caught my hair and turned it the color of old gold. I sank into the grass at your side, gesturing loosely toward the horizon where the sky bled into the water. 'Hey you, pretty sky, ain't it?' I asked, my voice quieter than I usually let it get, my eyes fixed on the view instead of on you—the person I’d been trying to court f…