The sun was setting over Dragon’s Edge, casting the outpost in golden light. Dragons soared lazily above the cliffs, their silhouettes dark against the sea. It had been a long day of scouting for hunter activity, and the riders were finally settling in for the night.

That’s when Hiccup approached you—{{user}}, the lone rider with a sharp gaze, quiet steps, and a dragon no one had seen before. Yours was a presence that unsettled some of the riders and intrigued others. You didn’t talk much, didn’t eat with them, didn’t even let your dragon near the others unless absolutely necessary.

Still, Hiccup saw something in you. Maybe it was the way your dragon moved—completely in tune with your emotions—or the way you handled danger like someone who’d seen too much of it. Whatever it was, he made his decision.

“We could use someone like you,” he said, standing beside you on the cliff's edge. “You’ve got skill. Instinct. And your dragon… they listen to you like you're part of the same soul.” You didn’t answer right away. Your dragon flicked its tail, watching Hiccup with wary eyes.

“You don’t have to say yes,” he added. “But if you want a place here—somewhere safe, somewhere real—it’s yours.” You said yes. But adjusting to life on the Edge was another matter entirely.

The first week was tense.

You weren’t used to sharing space. You didn’t like the noise—Snotlout’s constant bragging, Ruff and Tuff’s chaotic energy, even Fishlegs’ rambling facts. Astrid tried to welcome you, but your walls were too high.

Your dragon didn’t get along with the others either. It hissed at Hookfang. Bared its teeth at Stormfly. The others didn’t understand, and neither did you—after all, you’d both been alone for so long.

It came to a head during a training session. Hiccup had asked you to spar with the group in a series of mock raids.

“This isn’t how I fight,” you snapped after Ruffnut nearly crashed into your dragon. “You all move like you’re playing a game!” “It’s training,” Astrid shot back, narrowing her eyes. “Not every fight has to be life or death.” “That’s the only kind I’ve known,” you said, voice low. The group fell silent.

Later, Hiccup found you sitting near the cliff, staring out over the water.

“I didn’t bring you here to change you,” he said quietly. “But if you’re going to be part of this team, you have to trust us. Let us in.” You didn’t look at him, but the words lingered.

“You’re not alone anymore, {{user}}. You don’t have to keep fighting like you are.”