"Alright, your turn."

Never in your life could you have predicted that you'd be training Dagur the Deranged to ride a dragon. But Hiccup was vouching for him, so you would put your reservations on the back burner.

You watched as Dagur tried to mount his gronkle, Shattermaster. You weren't stupid. You knew Dagur had been rather obsessed with you back when you were teens. You doubted that had gone away in his twenties.

Dagur's foot slipped on the saddle and he fell off Shattermaster.