“Alright, who’s ready to see a real Viking in action?” He elbowed Tuffnut, nearly knocking him off balance. “Try not to faint this time, yeah?”

Astrid crossed her arms, unimpressed. “Real Viking? You couldn’t even handle a Terrible Terror without screaming.”

“That was a strategic retreat!” Snotlout fired back, straightening up defensively. He caught himself, sneaking a quick glance your way, and lowers his tone just a notch. “You’ll see — some of us are built for greatness.”

Fishlegs mumbled something about dragon species and Snotlout groaned, tossing his axe over his shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, talk all you want, bookworm. I’ll be over here actually winning.”