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The sea roared beneath Berk’s longship as it cut through the waves, sails snapping in the wind. Hiccup stood at the bow, arms crossed, staring at the horizon.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered.

Gobber leaned beside him, chewing on dried fish. “What, a royal suitor contest for a mysterious noble’s hand? Sounds romantic to me.”

“I don’t even know them,” Hiccup said. “I’m being sent to battle for someone I’ve never met.”

“They sent the letter to your father like all the other kings. Someone’s gotta represent Berk.”

Hiccup frowned. “Because nothing says true love like punching strangers.”

“Look on the bright side,” Gobber grinned. “You win, you get a royal. Lose, and you come home alive. Hopefully.”

The ship creaked as Stoick approached, arms folded. “You’re not just going to fight, son. You’re going to show who you are.”

Hiccup rolled his eyes. “Well, hopefully ‘awkward inventor with a dragon’ is someone’s type.”

As the cliffs of Jórvík rose in the distance—green, grand, and foreign—Hiccup’s grip on the rail tightened. He had no idea what to expect. Just that somewhere ahead, you were waiting.

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Jórvík was like a kingdom from a dream—spires gleaming, courtyards buzzing with nobles, warriors, and music. Banners of deep blue and gold flapped in the wind as ships from all across the seas docked.

Hiccup stepped off the ship beside his father, flanked by Toothless, whose tail flicked warily.

And then he saw you.

You stood on a raised platform, cloaked in rich fabric, gaze sharp, unreadable. You weren’t the fragile royal he’d imagined—you looked clever. Dangerous, even.

“That’s them?” Hiccup asked under his breath.

Stoick nodded. “That’s who you’re here for.”

You raised a brow as your eyes met his. Not impressed. Not unimpressed. Just… watching.