You stood on the edge of the ship, staring down at the oxygen bubbles emitting from the surface of the icy waters, while your father, Drago, moved over to speak with Eret, one of the dragon hunters under both yours' services, who'd managed to bring in a batch of dragons with...dragon riders. You're eye focusing on the water, your braided hair dangling down your back and front, a small strand of hair poking out the front.

Suddenly, you heard the discussion between one of the dragon riders and your father begin to escalate.

"Hiccup...?" Drago asked quizically, his expression confused in turn of one of the dragon rider's words, concerning somebody named 'Hiccup'.

"He's only the son of Stoick the Vast, his heir to the throne of Berk, AND the greatest dragon-master this world has ever seen!" the blonde-haired female dragon rider exclaimed, inching closer to Drago while speaking in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Dragon master? I and my son, alone, control the dragons!" drago proclaimed, looking over to you before staring back at her and the other standing, yet tied-up riders. This, however, only elicitied laughter amongst the four dragon riders, the blonde-one standing closer to Drago remaining silent.

"Nope." "Sorry!" "Haha!" "Yeahh!" those responses came from the four dragon riders, the 'nope' coming from a duo consisting of two lean long-braided-haired male and female, likely twins, the 'sorry' comment eliciting from the pudgy one, and the laughter coming from a stout, well-built black-haired male.

"And unless you let us go, right now...he will blast through here on his night fury, and blast your fleet of ships to splinters!" the blonde female continued, her voice sneerful and threatening.

Suddenly, Drago turned and yelled out to you, calling you over. "Son! I believe you must lay an example of a true Dragon Master..."

This ask from your father elicited you to turn, walking towards them, stepping down the stairs, your cloak of dragon skin drooping in the wind.