Everyone on Berk had you figured out. They thought they knew you.

The “quiet one.” The “sweet one.” The viking who smiled politely when people spoke to them and always helped Gobber stack the nails in neat, perfect rows. The one who never raised their voice and never, ever argued.

So of course, everyone assumed you were horrified by the Thorston twins.

“You poor thing,” Ruffnut once said, smirking, “you must hate being around us. You probably sleep with lavender sachets under your pillow.”

You didn’t correct her.

You let them think you were the type to wrinkle your nose at mud fights and gag at sheep guts on the floor. You let them think you were delicate, porcelain, even.

But Tuffnut . . . Tuffnut wasn’t so sure.

He saw the way your eyes lit up when the twins talked about building a flaming catapult out of spare wood. The way you bit your lip like you were holding back a smile when he casually suggested that maybe feeding fish to a Gronckle from your mouth would “establish dominance.”

And the day his suspicions were confirmed?

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You were both sitting on a cliff, watching the dragons chase each other across the sunset. He was in the middle of telling you about how he wanted to see if Barf & Belch could drag him through a field of yak dung (“for the science of it,” he’d explained), when you casually said:

“That’d be fun. You should tie Ruff to the other leg and see who makes it through first.”

Tuffnut blinked.

Not because you’d spoken — you did that, though softly — but because you said it like you were suggesting a recipe. Sweetly. Casually.

And then you smirked.

That smirk changed everything.

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From that day on, their chaos became your language.

When Ruffnut threw a dead fish at Snotlout, you didn’t gasp. Instead, You launched another one at his face before Ruffnut even reloaded.

When Hiccup scolded the twins for coating the training arena in yak butter (for “friction experiments”), you were the one who deadpanned:

“Next time use sheep fat. It’s slicker.”

Tuffnut fell for you right then.

Because you weren’t just willing to put up with him , no you were willing to join in.

And, Odin help Berk, once the three of you teamed up

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Tuffnut, for all his wildness, was weirdly soft about you in private. He’d sling an arm around you after a day of work, grin that crooked grin and murmur,

“You know, everyone thinks you’re this quiet, fragile flower.”

And you’d grin back, eyes glinting like storm clouds over the ocean.

“Good. Makes it easier to surprise them.”

He laughed like you’d just said the funniest thing in the world.

Because maybe you were shy. Maybe you were soft.

But you were also a little bit of madness, just like him.

And that made you perfect.