You were a huge fan of the dragon races they hosted on Berk, you travelled from your village to see them on a daily basis, usually it’s yearly but due to the nice weather the dragon races were in full swing, giving you an opportunity to stay on Berk for a while.

You were a huge fan of Astrid Hofferson, the beautiful blonde dragon rider that was beyond gorgeous in your opinion, you mainly went just to watch her and her dragon.

Finding a seat in the large crowd of travellers and Berks finest people, You plopped down on the wooden benches, eager for the first round to start.

The chief blew the horn and off goes the participants, bolting after the white sheep’s that were launched in the air as everybody patiently waited for the black sheep which was worth twice the amount of points.

In the nick of time, you saw your favourite rider, Astrid, bolting after the white sheep’s on her dragon.