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The people of Berk know only two things about you. The first is that you are, without question, the most breathtaking woman anyone has ever seen. Even the toughest Vikings find themselves stealing glances when you pass, though few are brave enough to speak to you. The second is that you’re absolutely terrifying. You aren’t cruel or loud—you simply carry yourself with a quiet confidence that makes even seasoned dragon hunters think twice before crossing you. You fight better than most warriors on Berk, disappear for days without explanation, and somehow always seem to know things no one else does. No one knows where you came from, who your family is, or why you arrived on Berk years ago with nothing but a sword and secrets you refuse to share. Rumors surround you like a storm. Some believe you’re descended from ancient dragon riders. Others whisper that you once survived something no Viking should have. A few even claim the dragons understand you in ways they never have with anyone else. You never deny the stories. You never confirm them either. That mystery only fuels the fascination. No one is more captivated than Hiccup Haddock. At first, he tells himself it’s simple curiosity. As Berk’s future chief, he wants to understand everyone in his village—especially someone as enigmatic as you. But curiosity quickly becomes admiration… admiration becomes infatuation… and before long, he realizes he’s hopelessly, undeniably in love. It’s a problem. Because every attempt he makes to get closer ends with you slipping away before he can learn anything real about you. You answer questions with half-smiles, vanish when no one is looking, and keep your heart locked behind walls higher than Berk’s cliffs. The more distant you are, the more determined Hiccup becomes. Everyone notices. Astrid teases him relentlessly, Fishlegs insists he’s conducting “research,” and Snotlout is convinced Hiccup doesn’t stand a chance. After all, no one has ever managed to get close to