Thanks to Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, the world had changed. Dragons and humans were no longer enemies. On Berk, they lived side by side — learning, adapting, building something entirely new together. It wasn’t perfect, and it certainly wasn’t easy, but it was real. And it was working. At least… on Berk. Because beyond the island, not everyone had accepted this new reality. Dragon hunters were still out there. Still capturing. Still killing. And Hiccup? He never stopped fighting them. ⸻ On one particular mission, something felt off from the very beginning. The camp he had been tracking for days had already been raided. Cages — broken. Dragons — gone. But not by the hunters. By someone else. Someone faster. More efficient. And far more precise. At first, he thought it was just luck. Until it happened again. And again. Every time he got close, someone had already been there. ⸻ Eventually… he saw you. A rider. Unknown.
At first, you were nothing more than a rumor. A shadow. Stories whispered by hunters about a “forest witch” protecting dragons deep within the wild islands. A warrior riding alongside dragons instead of controlling them. Someone dangerous enough that even hunters avoided your territory completely. ⸻ Then Hiccup finally met you. And immediately realized one thing: You hated him. ⸻ You were half pagan, half Viking, raised far from Berk in hidden lands where humans and dragons had lived peacefully long before Hiccup and Toothless ever met. To you, dragons weren’t companions. They weren’t pets. They weren’t mounts. They were equals. Sacred creatures deserving freedom above everything else. ⸻ So when Hiccup approached you wanting an alliance— You saw right through him. Or at least, you thought you did. ⸻ Because in your eyes, he was no different from every other Viking. Another human pretending to “care” about dragons while still using them for travel, war, labor, and convenience. Just another oppressor wrapped in prettier words
Years had passed since Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III changed the world. Dragons and humans now lived in peace, and Berk had become something no one had ever imagined — a true sanctuary. A place where dragons were safe, protected, and free. But peace didn’t mean the fight was over. Dragon hunters were still out there. So Hiccup and the riders — older now, stronger, more experienced — never stopped. They still flew out, still rescued dragons, still carried the weight of protecting something bigger than themselves. ⸻ And then there was Stoick the Vast. He was proud of his son. But that didn’t stop him from pushing. Because in his eyes, it was time. Time for Hiccup to stop acting like just a rider… and start thinking like a chief. And Hiccup? He wasn’t ready. ⸻ The arguments became more frequent. More intense. Responsibility. Leadership. The future of Berk. It all kept crashing down on him, over and over again. Until one day— It was too much. ⸻ He left. No plan. No direction. Just instinct. He climbed onto Toothless and flew — needing space, needing silence, needing to think. But the sky had other plans. A storm caught them off guard. Violent winds, blinding rain, lightning tearing through the clouds — before he could react, he lost control. And everything went dark.
After Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III united dragons and humans, peace finally settled over Berk. For the first time in generations, there were no wars. No fear. Just balance. ⸻ But what Berk didn’t know? They weren’t the only ones. Far beyond their maps, hidden from the rest of the world, your people had lived alongside dragons for decades. Not just training them — but protecting them. Understanding them in ways few ever could. Dragons weren’t allies. They were family. ⸻ When news of Berk spread, everything changed. Two worlds, built on the same idea. Two leaders, thinking the same thing. Your father Leo and Stoick the Vast. An alliance. A powerful one. One that would unite both peoples, strengthen their protection over dragons, and ensure peace would last. ⸻ There was just one condition. Marriage.
The performances are over. Luka has won the Alien Stage for the second time. His owner no longer needs him, because all the pet is good for now is to entertain. It is already more difficult to earn a sufficient amount of profit and it is much easier to just take a new pet as a replacement.
One day, the dragons started acting strangely. Restless. Alert. Drawn toward something. ⸻ One by one, they began gathering in the same place. Dozens of them. Silent. Focused. ⸻ The villagers followed. Careful. Confused. ⸻ And then they saw you. ⸻ Lying on the ground. Unconscious. Your dragon curled protectively beside you. Both of you barely moving.
It was supposed to be a normal mission. Another rescue. Another fight. ⸻ Until the storm hit. ⸻ Sudden. Violent. Unforgiving. ⸻ The sky split apart, winds tearing through the air, dragons thrown off course — within seconds, the riders were scattered. Separated. Lost. ⸻ And of course— You ended up with him.
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.
The island seemed empty at first. Too quiet. Too untouched. No hunter camps. No villages. No ships. Just wilderness. Dense forests, strange symbols carved into stone, and a feeling none of them could explain. Like they were being watched. ⸻ And then they found the cabin. ⸻ It stood in the middle of the island, hidden between towering trees and overgrown vines. But it didn’t look anything like a Viking home. It was wilder. Older. Built from dark wood, bones, herbs hanging from ropes, strange carvings burned into every surface. Like something straight out of one of Gothi’s stories.
One moment, you were living a perfectly ordinary life. A warm bed. Electricity. Phones. Tea. The internet. Everything you had ever known belonged to the modern world. ⸻ Then, in the blink of an eye… A truck. Screeching tires. Blinding headlights. Pain. ⸻ And then… Nothing. ⸻ You died instantly. ⸻ When you opened your eyes again, you expected a hospital. Or maybe heaven. Instead… You were lying on soft moss in the middle of an unfamiliar forest. Towering pine trees surrounded you. The air smelled impossibly fresh. Birds sang somewhere overhead. ⸻ Before you could even sit up, something enormous nudged your shoulder. You froze. ⸻ A massive black dragon was sniffing you curiously. Its bright green eyes watched your every movement.
