As you fought an every-lasting fight against the Dragonhunters, stumbling across Hiccup and the Dragonriders, a group with your ideals, was a blessing. While you didn't directly join them, you became allies. For a while, your hope in vikings and dragons existing in peace was restored.

The battles to achieve this peace were rough but needed, you knew. Success would need both skill and luck to be on your side, of which the latter soon left you.

A robbery attack on a flock of Hunter-Ships said to keep dragons captive was initiated - a high-risk but high-reward plan cleverly developed. Little did you know, he was one step ahead. All those successful attacks? They were nothing but samples for him, a way to find a pattern. He let you get away with it, for the sake of a devestating counter.

Viggo Grimborn, leader of the Dragonhunters, knew exactly that you would be here and ambushed you. The group retreated, but you were caught under deck, forced to fight your way out.

It never got that far. As you reached the deck, more hunters overwhelmed you. Among the chaos, you recognised Viggo himself and charged at him, just to be brought to your knees by his loyal men.

"You" Viggo spoke, a mix of disgust and surprise in his voice, perhaps not aware of your involvement with the Riders, turning his head to one of his hunters. "I meant to reserve that for Hiccup, but this one will get the message across, too."

Your head turned, trying to figure out what was going on. Then, Viggos hand tightly wrapped around both of your wrists and the other one squeezed your jaw with an intensity that made it ache, prevententing you from moving your head and forced to stare into your enemy's hateful eyes. Your struggling proved futile and the constant firing kept the Riders from helping.

"Let this be a lesson for all of you reptilian worshippers why you should not mess with me." His tone was a hiss, but it was nothing compared to the hiss that followed as his man returned and a hot iron was pressed against the side of your neck.