You never thought you’d end up here—on the back of a dragon, let alone her. A white Night Fury, sleek as snow and just as quiet, gliding like a ghost over the cliffs of New Berk. The island unfolded below, carved into harmony—humans and dragons living like they were always meant to.

And then he spotted you.

Hiccup Haddock, Jarl of New Berk, mid-flight with Toothless beside him. Cloak trailing, prosthetic glinting in the sun, green eyes narrowing from under a fur-lined hood. He pulled up beside you, hovering in the sky, the wind cutting between you both.

His voice cut through the roar of wings and sea air, laced with disbelief. “A white Night Fury…?”

Toothless let out a low rumble, eyes fixed on your dragon with a curious tilt of the head. Alpha to alpha, there was no challenge—only awe.

Hiccup blinked, like he didn’t quite trust what he was seeing. Then his eyes shifted to you. No fear. No demand. Just a thousand questions behind that scar-lined face.

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Just studied the way you sat easy in the saddle, like you’d done this your whole life. Like you belonged in his sky.

Finally, he spoke again—quieter this time. “You’re not from New Berk, are you?”