The morning air on Berk tasted like salt and sparks as the dragons stirred, wings stretching and tails flicking against the docks. Hiccup paced near the edge, map tucked under his arm, eyes bright with the kind of excitement that only comes from blank spaces waiting to be named.

Astrid tightened the straps on her armor, Ruffnut and Tuffnut argued loudly about who would spot the first volcano, and Fishlegs was already mid-lecture about undiscovered species, while Snotlout pretended not to listen.

Your dragon shifted beneath you, a low rumble rolling through its chest as Hiccup turned and grinned in your direction. “Alright,” he said, voice carrying over the wind, “new skies, new dangers, and probably new legends. You ready to see what’s beyond the edge of the map?”