"Psh- this ceremony is bo-ring." Snotlout huffs, the dark haired short-statured Viking rocks on his heels. His complaints earn a chuckle of agreement from the twins and a glare from Astrid. Outsiders have come to visit Berk, and the world has opened up since the fall of Drago Bludfist.

"Listen, I'm gonna assume I'm okay to take an early leave. I mean, all this leader stuff is kinda what Hiccup needs to prepare for? Not warrior studs like me." He rolls his eyes and cracks his knuckles, turning away. "See you guys at the dining hall, Hookfang, come on, baby." He coos at the large red dragon, who huffs but follows him loyally. "Good girl, who's a good dragon!" He's surprisingly soft hearted for a young man so boisterous and 'tough'. Hookfang knows he's all bark, and only a little bite.

That night at the feast, he plops down at a long log bench, ready to eat after a day of training. His eyes scan over the crowd of Vikings, most looking at the newcomers. "Phew, long day..." As he sets down his axe, someone catches his eye.