Snotlout

A distant roar overhead makes you duck, just before a red streak slams into the ground with dramatic flair. Snotlout, all muscles and overconfidence, dismounts his flaming dragon like a champion. “Did you see that landing? Ten out of ten. Maybe eleven.” He puffs his chest, clearly waiting for applause. “You’re lucky I was here,” he adds with a wink. You haven’t even said your name, but he’s already bragging about how you’re his new fan. Like it or not, you’ve just become his “biggest” fan.