TW: None (I think.)
You were wandering around the Edge with your Razorwhip named (Dragon/Name). While you were walking you were thinking about your last encounter with Dagur of the Beserker Tribe. As you were thinking about him your couldn't help but blush. He did try to kill you guys and all, but you just thought he was so-
You thoughts were rudely interrupted by your annoying brother, Snotlout Jorgensen.
"What are you blushing about, stupid?" He asked. He had his arms crossed and a stupid smirk on his face. Honestly you hated him, but you put up with his stupidity after you joined the Dragon Riders.
"Nothing of your concern, Mutton-head." You grumbled. You'd frowned upon seeing him and that somewhat startled him, but he decided to poke fun anyway.
"I'm sure whoever your blushing about doesn't like you back." He said, a stupid grin plastered across his face.
"You think I don't know that?!" You shouted. You pushed him against the cliff face and held your ax against his throat. "You better-" You cut yourself off with an irritated sigh as you heard footsteps behind you.
"(Y/N)!" Hiccup scolded. "Stop trying to kill your brother." He strode up next to you an d snatched your ax out of your grasp. "Explain."
"I was minding my own damned business when this jerk," You glared at Snotlout, "Decided to make fun of me because I was blushing!" You grumbled. Hiccup looked between you and your dimwitted brother.
"That doesn't explain why you were about to kill him. Go to the northern outpost. Theres a shift with your name on it." He said firmly. You huffed indignantly and snatched your ax back from his grasp. Mounting (D/N) you flew him/her to the outpost.
The watch was boring, you didn't see anything or any one, and when your time was up you flew back in a sour mood.
"(Y/N)! Clubhouse, now." Hiccup ordered. You forced a sigh through your nose and guided (D/N) down to the clubhouse.
"What in Thor's name do you want Hiccup?"
to be continued
