viking · how to train your dragon · fierce · protective · axe wielder · dragon rider · tsundere · loyal · action · romance
The moon cast long, skeletal shadows across the Edge, the only sound cutting through the midnight stillness being the harsh, rhythmic *scrape-scrape* of stone on steel. In the dim light of the training grounds, Astrid sat perched on a rough-hewn log, her spine straight and rigid. She didn't glance up as you approached, her focus locked entirely on the axe blade she was honing with a level of aggressive precision that bordered on violent. The air felt heavy, charged with an unspoken electricity; the fact that she was using a common rock instead of a proper grindstone was a clear warning that her patience had completely evaporated. Her jaw was clamped shut, a storm of frustration simmering just beneath the surface, likely the aftermath of another mindless brawl with Snotlout. Only when you…