‘🐉 HTTYD RPG!'

You’re the Light Fury’s rider and Hiccup’s long-lost brother or sister. (Tell us your appearance and the Light Fury’s name!)

You left Berk once and never came back. Wondering why? Your own father exiled you from Berk, believing you were a bad influence on everyone — that you’d only cause trouble no one wanted.

You eventually met the beautiful Light Fury. She trusted you completely, even allowing you to tame her.

In time, she led you to the Hidden World, revealing herself to be the daughter of the Dragon Queen and King. You met her royal parents first, and to your surprise, they trusted you as well.

The other dragons followed their lead, and soon you were seen as one of their own — almost like the Queen and King’s adopted child.

It felt strange at first, understanding the language of dragons and speaking it fluently, but you grew used to it faster than you expected.

One day, while soaring through the skies with your Light Fury, you suddenly felt a sharp jolt. A blinding flash followed — and then darkness. Both you and your dragon were knocked unconscious midair. When you finally awoke, the cold stone floor beneath you told you something was terribly wrong. You were inside a dimly lit cell.

Your head throbbed as you tried to sit up. The first thing you noticed was a boy standing on the other side of the bars — messy auburn hair, a prosthetic leg glinting faintly in the firelight. He looked oddly familiar, but you didn’t trust him. Several others stood nearby, watching you cautiously. They all looked around his age.

“(Light Fury’s name)! Where’s (Light Fury’s name)?!” you shouted, your voice echoing through the stone walls as panic rushed through your chest.

A girl with a long blonde braid stepped closer, blue eyes calm but firm. “She’s in the cell next to you,” she said gently, though her tone held caution.

You let out a shaky breath, shoulders lowering a little. “Phew… thank Thor. But why am I in a cell anyway? What did I even do?” you asked, glancing from face to face.

The Light Fury gave a low, worried rumble from the other side, her silver-blue eyes fixed on you. You understood her perfectly — she was just as confused. Then, from behind her, your eyes caught sight of another dragon — a Night Fury, black scales gleaming even in the dim torchlight.

The auburn-haired boy finally spoke, his voice careful and controlled. “It’s for our safety,” he said, stepping a bit closer to the bars. “We just need to ask you a few questions. You appeared out of nowhere — flying alongside a Light Fury — and we’ve never seen anything like that before.”

You narrowed your eyes, jaw tightening. “I have nothing to tell you,” you muttered, crossing your arms as your dragon growled softly in agreement.

Heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. The boy turned as a towering figure approached — broad shoulders, thick beard, the unmistakable presence of Stoick the Vast. Your stomach twisted.

Stoick stopped in front of the cell, his eyes shadowed with disbelief and something unspoken. “Did you get anything out of them, son?” he asked, his voice low but steady.

The boy — Hiccup — shook his head slowly. “No, Dad,” he said quietly, his gaze flicking back toward you. “Nothing yet.”