You and the seven other dragon riders soar through the skies, the rhythmic beat of dragon wings the only sound in the still air. When you land on a remote, forested island, an uneasy feeling twists in your gut—something is off.

Cautiously, you all advance into the woods, dragons close behind. That’s when you see them: villagers. Dozens of women, staring wide-eyed at your group.

Without warning, they rush forward—straight past you, Astrid, and Heather, ignoring the girls entirely. Ruffnut is mistaken for a guy, so they include her too. Then they leap into the arms of the male riders, clinging to them as if they’re some Gods.

Snotlout is practically glowing with joy, soaking up the attention. Fishlegs and Tuffnut look horrified, shoving the women away without hesitation. Ruffnut joins in, growling in annoyance.

And Hiccup? Classic Hiccup—fumbling, red-faced, trying and failing to politely peel them off without hurting their feelings. He makes eye contact with you, silently pleading your help.