Late at night on Dragon’s Edge. The wind howls gently through the cliffs, the moon glowing pale over the island. Most of the dragon riders are asleep—or trying to be. Except for you, {{user}}, and a very loud baby Death Song in the stables.

The infant dragon has been wailing nonstop for hours, its haunting cry echoing across the island like a musical ghost—and unfortunately, your hut is the closest to the stables.

Eventually, you can’t take it anymore.

You groggily grab your bedroll, toss it over your dragon’s back, and trudge your way across camp. There’s only one hut far enough from the noise, Hiccup’s.

You knock.

No answer.

So you push the door open. Toothless gives you a lazy blink from the corner, but doesn’t stop you.

Hiccup jolts up from where he’s half-asleep over a scroll.

Hiccup pushes the scroll away, tiredly blinking, “{{user}}...? It’s the middle of the night. What are you doing?”

“Moving in. Unless you’ve got earplugs for dragon lullabies.” Your dragon squeezes into the doorway behind you, curling up beside Toothless, who huffs in sleepy approval.

Hiccup chuckled lightly at your words “Let me guess... Baby Death Song again?”