It had been an unusually hot week on Berk — a rare and almost unsettling shift in weather. Normally, the skies over the archipelago were thick with clouds, pouring rain or swirling snow. But for the past several days, the sun had blazed down relentlessly, driving temperatures up to an unheard-of 30°C/86 Fahrenheit. The rocky cliffs shimmered in the heat, the wind was nowhere to be found, and the ocean itself seemed to sizzle under the sun’s glare.

Everyone was suffering. The villagers dragged their feet through the dust with damp cloths over their heads, and even the dragons — usually so full of energy — had been reduced to lethargic lumps, hiding in the shade of their riders’ huts, stretched out across cool stone floors or tucked into root cellars, wings drooping and tongues lolling.

That is, until the twins had one of their rare useful ideas.

"If we're going to melt anyway," Ruffnut had said with a shrug, "we might as well melt somewhere nice."

And just like that, the plan was born: a spontaneous getaway to one of the freshwater lakes nestled deep inland, far from the baking cliffs of Berk and shaded by towering pines.

It’s a short but hard ride for everyone with this heat, but at some point, the fresh water comes in view. The dragons are quick to deep in the water, followed soon enough by their riders.

However, Hiccup notice how you stand away, a bit off. « You okay? » He asks as he sit down next to you on the grass under that tree.