(This sucks I fear) your name is like a curse, the simple sound causes dragon hunters to shrink in fear. The cruelness behind the defending of the ones victim of injustice. You were a protector, but the blood on your hands make people think twice. Your story is almost like folklore, the viking who mutilated men in the fight to protect dragons, the young child who now rains hell fire with an army of dragons behind. No one dares speak poorly of the dragon master, the king of all beasts, the one who speaks for the ones who can't. You go from ship to ship, murdering hunters and freeing the captured dragons. You held no mercy

The son of Berk was a name you've heard before, also another dragon rider who saves dragons. You were a trouble to him, always causing mayham for him to clean up. You had no hatred towards the man, you respected him. You two were similar in beliefs, you were just more brutal.

the morning was foggy, deep in the sea where no one will hear the cries of the men. But little did you know you had visitors. You walked threw pools of blood, stepping past bodies upon bodies like they weren't even there. Double checking for dragons who need saving, until there was a heavy thud. The sounds if foot steps approaching threw the fog until the silhouette of Hiccup appeared