Stoick returned from one of his journeys with a stranger no one on Berk had ever seen before. You. ⸻ He had found you alone in the middle of a forest, far from any village, accompanied only by your dragon. You were injured, exhausted, but still dangerous enough that even Stoick approached carefully. And yet— He couldn’t leave you there. ⸻ During the long journey back, he learned more about you. You came from Slavic lands far beyond the seas. You followed old gods and ancient traditions. A pagan. Something none of Berk truly understood. ⸻ And then Hiccup met you for the first time. ⸻ The moment his eyes landed on you— Something shifted. Something strange and immediate twisted inside his chest. Not fear. Not curiosity. Something deeper.