《love on the battlefield》 (Ruffnut x gender neutral reader)

Viking for Hire

Some people are born into their places, like my uncle Stoick. Or some people discover there's, for example Hiccup.

People made places where they were needed which changed every so often, for example Gobber, who differed between many jobs to help out. May it be defence or teaching new recruits

But then the world changes, and they're unsure where they belong in the changing surroundings

My brother got to continue his training as a medic and is getting better by the day

While I still don't have a specific place I belong just yet. I'm a dragon rider sure but it's not like people see me and think that. I'm the one who lost their parents just before the dragon War ended. I'm the one who's cousin is the one who ended the war

But I still try to show I'm more, even with all the training Hiccup forces upon our group, I try to help others in the village as much as I can

"Every dragon has its own unique abilities that give it its special place in the world. Which dragon makes the best welding torch?"

I wish to be able to fly instead of being in Hiccups school. Isn't that what we're meant to do anyway?

"Oh! Deadly Nadder!"

"Its magnesium flame burns with the heat of the sun"

I was on Astrid and Fishlegs side, split three for three. Thankfully that meant that I didn't have to fully listen, but that also meant that the others were getting burnt to a crisp against us

"Point to team Astrid" Hiccup draws yet another line "its now one hundred to ten"

"And you started with ten" the other two laugh as my head yet again slams against the barrell, having slipped off my palm

"Oh yeah? Well the games not over. Wait... what team am I on?"

"Snotlouts team Tuff... Snotlouts" I smile, rubbing my forehead from the head to barrel impact

"Next question, the shot limit of a Hideous Zippleback. Team Snotlout?"

"I don't think they can count that high" Astrid whispers obnoxiously, making Fishlegs laugh

"Oh really? Let's find out... Barf, Belch"

The duo duck down as the Zippleback shot six times above their head

"Looks about three"

"See? Told you we could count that high" the twins taunt

"Its six, you're half right. Five points"

"Yes! We're up to thirty"

The trio high five, their team is so much nicer than mine...

"Alright, it's our turn. What happens when you shoot fire at the owner of a deadly Nadder?"

"She doesn't belong to you. She's a dragon, not an axe" I whisper, petting D/n gently

Stormfly had shot multiple spikes, each pinning the trio to the arena wall

"Thats unfair! She didn't give us time to answer"

"I've got a question, what happens when I stick Hookfang on you?"

"Okay guys! That's enough training so, WE did some really good work here today"

I pinch the bridge of my nose, kind of annoyed with how everyone was acting