How To Train Your Dragon Scenarios

Introducing: Eret, Son of Eret

.: How You Met :.

You knew sailing through that area was a risk - you'd heard the stories and witnessed firsthand the wrath of the sea, and it was no secret that dragon trappers were beginning to call that stretch of water their home. But you didn't have a dragon, despite living on Berk for the past year. You didn't have the time, and were always afraid to get attached knowing that you'd wind up leaving the island sooner or later and other places might not be as welcoming towards you in your travels if you were arriving aboard a potentially dangerous beast. So you figured it would be safe, or at the very least easy to talk your way out of any issues.

And yet when you arrived on the dreaded expanse, there was nothing. Nothing, save for unnatural formations of ice jutting out of the water, and the all too familiar sound of the waves lapping up against them. You stayed your course, perhaps even warier then than you were at the start. You didn't plan on straying from it - too much risk involved in that - but something strange caught your eye. The formations were littered with the wooden remains of some sort of fort. Planks were strewn about beside splintered poles and hardly intact walkways. Common sense suggested you should run, but you'd never seen anything like this, and you weren't going to just leave without figuring out what was going on here. Maybe there were survivors. Maybe there would be a good story to come out of this.

You docked your boat at one of the sturdier looking posts, and made your way onto the frozen mass.

It was slippery beneath your feet, as all ice would be, and you navigated the terrain carefully. Your hands were always latched onto whatever remaining wooden structures you could find, and you would only step any place that looked sturdy, or at the very least like you wouldn't immediately go sliding down into the frigid water below. Below, of course, being the last place you wanted to look. You were making steady progress climbing the formation, and with every movement you were getting further from your boat, or any semblance of solid ground. But your entire motto this entire journey had been "too late to turn back, now", so you simply kept climbing.

"What was that?"

Your heart skipped a beat, footing becoming unsteady as a man's voice rang out through the air. Your throat went dry, and you wondered for a second if you should reply, or perhaps just wait it out and see if it happens again.

"Is someone there?"

Yep, it happened again.

"Uh. Yeah." You replied, mentally scolding yourself for being so awkward about it. But you really didn't expect anyone to be up here. You were kinda hoping you'd find survivors and be hailed as a hero or something, however whoever this was sounded pretty territorial and something told you that you'd actually just wandered into an inhabited area entirely by mistake.

There was the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching, and within seconds a man stood before you. Tall, broad shoulders, with dark hair and an unfamiliar style of tattoo on his chin. "And who might you be?"

"Me? I'm uh. I'm (Y/N). I was just sailing through the area and noticed all the wreckage so I decided to check it out."

He nodded, with an expression that gave you the distinct feeling that he was sizing you up, and didn't completely believe you. Which was notably less alarming than the group of other men gathering behind him, weapons at the ready. "Right. Sailing through. Where about were you headed?"

"I..." Oh no. This is bad. This is very bad. The name of the small island you were headed towards had completely escaped you. In any other circumstance you'd remember, but face to face with a group of very angry strangers? Your mind decided to gloss over any information other than the overwhelming knowledge that you were likely in danger. "I honestly don't remember the name."