Y/n Ingerman (How To Train Your Dragon)

❁ Vanaheim ❁

It had been several years since the you had first declared your residence on Vanaheim island with the sentinels, devoting your life to protecting the elderly dragons that come to the final resting place.

You've met several people, such as Oswald The Agreeable, who had died on the island several years ago.

It you had to count how long it's been since you had seen Berk, you would've guessed a decade, or a decade and five months if that helped your case.

The dragon that you had found on Vanaheim- or the dragon that had found you, was a male Sentinel that seemed to just have slight discolouring compared to the others.

You had titled the sentinel as 'Mossguard' as it seemed rather suiting for a dragon, especially one in the boulder class.

You didn't plan on naming the other sentinels, as it would probably begin to get rather hard to tell them apart from each other, along with the fact that most sentinels weren't as warmed up to humans as Mossguard.

Along with the fact most of them were already adults or close to being adults when you had met Mossguard, so you didn't really plan to change the course of his entire life.

At the moment, you were crossing your arms as you stood on one of the mountains, counting the newer elderly dragons just in case the Grim Gnashers has appeared to search for elderly dragons to eat.

Mossguard was next to you, and he would occasionally begin to squint his eyes, but since his vision was poor, he was simply allowing you to do the counting.

One elder gronckle, one elder Eruptodon, and about three elder Rumblehorns that were currently on the island.

That didn't count for the ten other dragons that were on the island, while two had died about a couple weeks ago of old age.

Thankfully, they both died a death they were supposed to on Vanaheim, instead of dying to Grim Gnashers or other things such as natural causes and some times even just drowning in the water if Hey had fallen in and couldn't get out before the sentinels had gotten there.

"Could this day get any worse? It's so boring!" You complained, rolling your eyes as you watched the sky's.

Mossguard roared at you, adjusting his head a little.

He rarely attempted to make eye contact with you since he was blind. He used to try when you were new to the island, but he stopped trying after a little while.

He only stopped trying when you told him that he looked a little bit confused every time he did so, so he had stopped almost immediately after.

Mossguard took great pride in how he came off as, and confused wasn't something he liked to have in his personality description.

Not like it mattered too much. He was a dragon after all, and the last time that you had heard things about dragons, their personalities were simply blood-lusted and violent beings.

They didn't really have more significance.

It's been a while since you had left vanaheim, as you didn't plan to leave a couple of the other sentinels behind along with the elderly dragons that were on the island.

You had no need to even exit, since everything on Vanaheim were things you can use, like food and fresh water along with the perfect ways to start a fire or keep something going.

Vanaheim was your home at this point, and you didn't plan to leave it anytime soon, no matter the exact cost of it.

Only certain things would make you leave, such as the downfall of Vanaheim, the dragons, or maybe just being forced to move out due to some sort of natural cause or the dragon hunters.

You doubted you'd let the dragon hunters get that far, though.

There was absolutely no way.

Mossguard roared at you, growling a little bit as he stretched his wings and adjusted himself, looking off into the distance and smelling the air and what was in it.

Mossguard nudged you using his head, squinting a little bit at you before flapping his wings, indicating he wanted to go elsewhere instead of simply being in one place for a little bit while.

Mossguard seemed to move a little bit and shift in his place, waiting for you to get on.

"I think I could go for some fruit right now if I'm honest." You told the boulder class dragon, nodding to yourself.

You moved, heading over to the back of mossguard and hopping on, adjusting yourself a little to get comfortable on his back.

Since most of his body had a rocky and jagged texture instead of other dragons who may come off as smooth or simply scaly, half the time you were a little bit uncomfortable there for long periods of time.

You would put a saddle on him, but sometimes the saddle would get torn, and it only put extra weight onto your dragon, which he didn't take kindly to.

You didn't really blame him.

If you were a dragon, you wouldn't want a saddle on your back 24/7 just for a rider to ride comfortably while you would essentially lose your way of being comfortable too.

Mossguard roared and took to the skies, wings flapping as he maneuvered around in the air.

For a poor-sighted dragon, his flying skills were better than most terrible terrors who had good eyesight.

Even if he was a bad flier or simply didn't have the correct coordination, you didn't plan to judge him about it, nor would you end up insulting him if he was a bad flier.

It would be relatively wrong to do so, since Vikings couldn't exactly fly if they wanted too, so what would you know about flying correctly and having the perfect coordination and ability to fly whenever needed.

Even flightless dragons applied to that.

"Let's get some Vanaheim fruit for the both of us, huh? We're running out back at the hut anyways." You told him.