How to train your dragon

On the island of Oluh, a huge hall is carved right into the rock; this is a place where Vikings can rest, eat, socialize, or hold important meetings.
Stoick is most often found there, constantly in council with several trusted men, most of whom are the fathers of the team of riders.
A large hall can quickly turn into an impregnable fortress, where most of the food resources are stored, since it is always dry inside.
The great hall is decorated with fabrics, and the walls are carved with patterns and hung with stories, even with Hiccup, as the first man to subdue a dragon, although Hiccup himself prefers to say "tamed."

In the Viking settlement, spacious pens now stand next to the ordinary houses—dragons live in them. In the morning, the owners and their riders go out to feed their dragons: some are given fish, others special roots, and the hatchlings soft grass. While the dragons eat, they are examined, their scales are cleaned, and their wings are checked: after all, each dragon has its own day.

Some dragons help with farmwork: with their strong paws, they easily move heavy logs, help build new houses, or haul boats ashore. Others fly over the sea, spotting schools of fish—making it easier for fishermen to find a good catch. The fastest and most resilient ones carry people: in the morning to a distant cape, in the afternoon to neighboring islands, and back in the evening. They carry comfortable saddles on their backs, and a warm blanket is always nearby: the wind over the waves is sharp.

Fire no longer frightens dragons, but rather helps them: their barns are carefully heated to prevent mold from growing in the dampness, and even their wet nets are dried to strengthen them. Dragon skin is used to make durable linings for gauntlets and hoods, and the scales are used to decorate harnesses with small plates that glitter beautifully in the sun.

Children aren't afraid of dragons—they learn to understand their habits from a young age: by the way a dragon twitches its crest or taps its tail, you can tell whether it's tired, hungry, or just wants to play. In the evenings, everyone gathers in the great hall: the dragons sit alongside the people—some are given a large bowl, others simply have a bundle of hay placed by the entrance. Someone tells stories, someone sings, and the dragons snore softly or click their teeth softly in time—and it seems as if it's always been this way: people and dragons side by side, each in their own way helping to keep the settlement strong and vibrant.

Life in a Viking settlement is simple and straightforward.

The houses are made of thick logs, with roofs covered with shingles or turf to keep out the drafts and keep the people warm. In the center of the village is a large hall where everyone gathers to talk, eat, and listen to stories.

The day begins early. First, they light a fire, feed the animals, and check the household. Then some go out to sea to fish, others practice with an axe and shield, and women and children help around the house, spin wool, mend things, and gather firewood.

The food is simple: fish, meat, stews, flatbreads, and sour milk. Everything is cooked over a fire, eaten from wooden utensils, and usually shared by the whole family or entire group. They stockpile salted and smoked foods for the winter—enough to last until spring.

In their free time, Vikings craft something useful: the blacksmith forges tools, the carpenter repairs a boat, and the women sew warm clothing. And in the evenings, everyone sits together, sings songs, and listens to stories about old heroes and ancestors. And so the day goes on—working, caring, and talking by the fire.

Hiccup's crew is one of many who have mastered dragon flying better than anyone on the island. They haven't even submitted to the chieftain yet, so their status matches that. In everyday life, they're little different from anyone else, but when the island gets busy, they're irreplaceable—a fast and capable force, capable of crossing the ocean in hours, something that would take ordinary boats days and a lot of luck.
On the island they are treated with a little respect and equality, because they have earned trust over the course of their lives.
And what can we say about dragons? Their flights are the stuff of legend! Actually, no... but dragons are cared for just as much as people, they deserve it, because they do a very difficult job—defense and reconnaissance.

Previously, on the blockhead, and everywhere else, it was accepted: "kill a dragon and become a hero!", but as it turned out, dragons, although they seemed like evil lizards, stealing food and drowning in a box, turned out to be quite... cute lizards...
Now the old order is gone, and a new concept has emerged on Berk: "Tame your dragon and make a best friend." After all, a dragon is the most loyal creature you'll find on the islands, and once a dragon trusts you, it's forever. Few things can make a dragon change its mind, but it's important to remember that a dragon isn't a toy; it's a living creature, alive and vulnerable, and its feelings shouldn't be neglected. However, there are many personalities: some dragons won't care about shouts or even blows, while others will growl and attack the moment you do something wrong.
Now dragons don't pose as big a threat as they did a couple of years ago. Now they're just new residents, each one needs to be watched and fed, and if one starts to suspect something, a brave fire extinguishing system will come to the rescue. Still, if you live side by side with a dragon, you should always have a bucket of water with you.

Gotti is the healer of the island of Ool, she is a short old woman in a small raglan helmet and small clothes, she is so small because she is old, and she carries with her a staff that is quite tall for her height, apparently it has been with her for a long time.
She doesn't speak, but she can write on the ground with her staff. At her home, on a high cliff, you can always see the terrifying monstrosities—small dragons comparable in size to large cats. Gotti often feeds them, and they, in turn, keep her company peacefully.
Gotti's small hut is filled with a plethora of herbs and concoctions; after all, she's the village healer for a reason. She even hosts weddings, but weddings are rare on Berk; love can happen without them.

Dragons often like wild grass, it is green and soft, it is pleasant to live in it and bask in the sun's rays, and its smell is very pleasant and calming.
But it doesn't act as a narcotic, more like a sedative. There's an even more effective remedy—dragon mint—which is used for healing, as it helps calm a wounded or frightened dragon and also has a mild healing effect.

Not all dragons eat fish, and not all dragons eat only fish.
Most dragons also thrive on other types of meat, and sometimes even various fruits. Some prefer other dragons, and dragons from the rock-eating class actually eat rocks, and can even distinguish them by taste! For example, a sausage can distinguish between a simple rock and a good one, and then calmly vomits lava, and the same goes for any rock-eating dragon.
Dragons have one thing they'd never eat: an eel. An eel is the most terrifying thing a dragon has ever seen; it's deadly to them, and even if a dragon doesn't die, it will lose control of its body. This is all because of the parasites that live in eels; they burrow into the dragon's brain and slowly eat it away—a death too horrific for even the most vicious dragon.

All the riders (Hiccup, Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, and Bully) are around 18-20 years old, so even though they're young, they already have enough restraint to control their emotions and know when to stop. They're not just teenagers anymore, they're the team, the protector, and the eyes of the fool, so they often have to be serious, though... dragons aren't that serious creatures, so sometimes even the riders have to give in to slack, although they don't mind it themselves, because who wouldn't want to have fun with their favorite dragon and best friend? Of course, no one.
However, they still behave more reservedly on missions.

Only three creatures on Berk wear obvious prosthetics: Hiccup, with a steel left foot; Spitter, with a stone prosthetic arm and a wooden leg; and, surprisingly, Toothless, whose left tail fin was torn off, so Hiccup fashioned a prosthetic for him when he was a teenager, which he controls with a lever attached to his steel left leg. Because of this, Toothless can't fly for long without a rider, but he can perform short jumps and glides.
Spitter and Hiccup's prosthetics are fairly simple: Hiccup's are two steel parts, the first attached to his leg, the second slightly looser in the other, allowing Hiccup to move more smoothly.
The spitter's leg is just a wooden peg, but his arm is a steel bracer attached to his stump, and the spitter himself decides what he needs for it, either a blacksmith's hammer or a club, although there are also specific ones, for example a swivel or a wooden boat to swing.

However, prosthetics aren't limited to these types. Some dragons have shod teeth, since fighting isn't something you need, so you don't need so many weapons. So, Spitter, having nothing better to do, started crafting saddles and fitting dragons with new teeth. You could say he's a dragon dentist, though it's not exactly a feat, more like a small job worthy of the dragons' trust.

In a distant northern land, where cliffs cut into a leaden sky and the winds sang harsh songs, lived a tribe of Vikings—proud and fearless warriors. Their lives were woven together by battles and flames: the ultimate test for every young man was slaying a dragon to prove his strength and earn the respect of his clan. Dragons were considered the embodiment of evil—they burned houses, carried off livestock, and sowed fear in the hearts of men.

Hiccup, son of Chieftain Stoick the Vast, was unlike other Vikings: thoughtful and skilled in crafts, but weak in battle. Fate brought him together with Toothless, a black dragon, the most mysterious and dangerous of all. At the moment when Hiccup could have struck the decisive blow, he saw in the beast's eyes not rage, but pain and loneliness. The young man did not kill the dragon; instead, he helped it, and a strange but powerful bond was born between them.

Step by step, Hiccup discovered the truth: dragons weren't mindless monsters. They lived by their own rules, knew fear and loyalty, knew how to make friends and protect their own. Together with his friends—Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs, and the twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut—he learned to understand the winged creatures, to tame them not by force, but by trust.

As the truth about dragons began to change the tribe's views, a new threat loomed over the island—a huge, ferocious dragon, subservient to the enemy's will. In the decisive battle, the Vikings and dragons stood shoulder to shoulder: old fears retreated in the face of a common threat. The battle was hard-fought, but it was unity that brought victory.

Since then, legend has it that on that island, the Vikings stopped seeing dragons as enemies. They learned to hear the whisper of the wind in their wings and see them as allies. Peace between the two peoples became a new glory for the tribe—and a reminder that sometimes the greatest deed is not a sword strike, but an outstretched hand.

Enigmatic. A class for dragons with unusual, poorly understood abilities. Little is known about them: they are secretive, unpredictable, and their abilities sometimes seem almost magical.
Bloodhounds. Dragons with phenomenal senses: they track prey by the slightest scent or taste, noticing what others cannot see. They are indispensable for reconnaissance and search.
Talonlings. Dragons with sharp, often poisonous protrusions: spines, needles, claws. They fire projectiles with precision and thrive on attention—it's important for them to be noticed for their strength. Example: Vicious Nadder (Stormfly).
Aquatic. Dragons closely associated with the sea: many live underwater, and some can generate electricity. They are usually larger than others and prefer not to engage in unnecessary conflict.
Rock Eaters. Sturdy, heavy dragons capable of digesting rock and using minerals for defense or attack. Their armor is nearly impenetrable, but their maneuverability is inferior to other dragons. Example: Grommel (Wiener).
Stokers. Dragons with the most powerful fire powers: their flames can melt stone, and some can even set their own bodies on fire. They are hot-tempered and love to show off their strength. Example: the Terrible Beast (Hookfang).
Strikers. The fastest and smartest dragons, they rely on speed and precision. They have a keen mind and powerful jaws—they strike like lightning: fast, precise, and with almost no warning. Example: Night Fury (Toothless).

The team of riders and dragons on Berk operates not as a collection of fighters, but as a single, living mechanism, where everyone knows their place—and yet is ready to adapt to the others at a moment's notice. Hiccup and Toothless are the fulcrum of the team. Hiccup doesn't give orders, but lays out the path, and Toothless seems to read his very thoughts: he rushes forward before words are spoken, disappearing into the darkness and striking at weak points before the enemy even realizes the battle is underway. Their coordination is based on trust: Hiccup knows Toothless won't let him down, and the dragon senses the slightest change in the rider's voice and immediately becomes more focused. Astrid and Stormfly—precision and control. Astrid sets a strict rhythm, Stormfly executes it without wasted movement: spikes, fire, maneuvers—everything is strictly to the point. They don't waste energy on showmanship, but at the crucial moment, their blow always lands where it counts. Snotlout and Hookfang command attention: their job is to distract, frighten, and force the enemy to look at them while the others do the main thing. Snotlout screams and rushes forward, Hookfang creates fiery flares, and together they create such a whirlwind of noise and flame that the enemy loses all thought of strategy. Fishlegs and Meatlug are the calm support. Fishlegs notices what others miss and quietly suggests where danger lies or where time can be bought. Meatlug doesn't rush into the thick of things, but she takes the brunt of the blow and covers those in trouble: her sturdy armor and unhurried reliability save the day when speed is no longer an option. Ruffnut, Tuffnut, and their Leopard and Boar are chaos that works like a weapon. The twins distract and confuse, and the two-headed dragon amplifies this confusion: one head releases gas, the other sets fire, and everything around them bursts into flames. Their strength lies in their unpredictability: they act in such a way that the enemy doesn't have time to figure out where the next strike is coming from. Together, they rely not on orders, but on habits, glances, and subtle signs: one nod, one flap of a wing, one quiet voice—and the whole team knows what to do.

The island of Olukh is a harsh northern land, seemingly sculpted from wind, stone, and the stubborn will of its people to survive. It's small but diverse: steep gray cliffs at the edges of the island plunge directly into the stormy sea, and secluded bays hide rare sandy beaches—like small islands of comfort amid the perpetual grayness. A massive mountain looms over the coast: its slopes are densely covered with spruce and ferns, and its summit is almost always shrouded in snow, which sometimes cascades down in heavy avalanches.
Nestled in the lowlands at the foot of the mountain is the Hooligan tribe's village: a dense cluster of wooden houses with steep roofs to keep the snow from lingering. The buildings are connected by stairs and passages—there are almost no level roads on Berk; every path is either up or down. Carved into the rock is the Great Hall, the heart of the island: here they decide important matters, celebrate victories, and wait out the worst snowstorms, when the wind howls so loudly you can hear it even through the thick walls. Nearby is Gobber's forge: it always exudes the heat and smell of hot iron, and this smell wafts over the village, mingling with the salty sea air.
The climate on Olukh is unforgiving: winter lasts almost the entire year, and summer slips by quickly, as if afraid to linger. Frequent rains give way to sleet, fogs linger in thick layers, and sudden storms force everyone to shelter indoors. But it is precisely this harshness that has hardened the inhabitants: they have become accustomed to nature here being not a decoration, but a constant rival, and therefore they treasure every warm day and every dry corner.
Oluh is never quiet: even on calm days, you can hear the roar of waves, the creaking of wooden beams, and the distant cries of dragons. This is an island where comfort isn't softness, but the warmth of a fireplace, the strength of its walls, and the certainty that there are those nearby who won't let the wind blow your home away.
Forests surround the village, where dragon mint—a pungent scent familiar to Vikings from childhood—lurks in the shade of the trees. Caves are hidden in the mountains, and vibrant wildflowers bloom in the meadows.

The Leopard and the Boar argue even over trifles: one head wants to fly higher, the other lower, and the twins have learned to extinguish these disputes with a couple of short phrases, as if they were controlling not a dragon, but their own echo.
Stoick rarely praises out loud, but if a job is well done, he nods silently and raises an eyebrow slightly—for those who know him, this is the highest praise. This is precisely how Gobber evaluates his own successes: if Stoick nods, then everything is correct. Gobber has a habit of tapping his fingers on the anvil when he's considering an idea: Stoick knows this rhythm and doesn't interrupt, understanding that the blacksmith is currently "forging" a solution. Toothless is sensitive to Hiccup's intonations: a quiet, even voice calms him, while a sharp tone, even if it's not angry, makes him tense. Hiccup has become more careful with his words over time, realizing that his voice is almost a command.
Hiccup has a prosthetic left leg - he moves with it so naturally that most of his comrades hardly notice, but on long walks the metal chafes his skin slightly, and he winces imperceptibly; however, Hiccup never asks to shorten the path and walks in line with everyone else, as if this heaviness is his personal way of keeping his word. Toothless is missing part of his tail fin - because of this, he cannot fly like other dragons: he needs a special stabilizer, and even with it, flying requires a little more effort; Hiccup made this prosthesis himself, and now Toothless is especially sensitive to any touches to his tail - not from pain, but from the habit of protecting this fragile, but vital part. Gobber has several prosthetics: one hand has a hook and a pair of movable grips, the second is almost completely mechanical, with levers that he clicks when he is excited; He is embarrassed to show them to strangers and always wears thick gloves, but in the forge he takes them off without a second thought - there these "pieces of iron" are his main assistants, and he is proud of how deftly he handles them.

Hiccup is Stoick's son: there's not so much a warm closeness between them as a grudging respect—the chieftain raises his son strictly, as if testing whether he's ready to take his place one day, and Hiccup tries to justify this trust, even when it's hard. Gobber is an old friend of Stoick's and essentially a second mentor to Hiccup: he's softer than his father, and it's to him that Hiccup goes with ideas he's afraid to voice to the chieftain; Gobber doesn't praise him, but he silently helps him realize his plans, as if he knows that the boy values ​​actions over words. Astrid and Hiccup are not overly gentle with each other, but their silence conveys a mutual recognition: she values ​​his intelligence, he values ​​her reliability, and this quiet support is stronger than loud promises. Snotlout is competitive with almost everyone, but especially with Hiccup and Astrid: this rivalry conceals a desire to be their equal, and so he sometimes teases them, sometimes unexpectedly covers for them in difficult moments. Fishlegs is the one everyone goes to for information: he remembers where the spare hooks are kept, how many days the north wind lasts, and which dragon tolerates dampness worse; his knowledge seems trivial until that trivial detail saves the entire team.
The twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut are always making fun of Snotlout—he's their favorite target—but if someone else seriously offends him, the twins immediately jump to their defense: their jokes are their own, noisy form of loyalty. Stormfly doesn't like being approached from the side—she always keeps an eye on those nearby and flinches slightly if someone violates her "zone of control"; with Astrid, she relaxes just enough so as not to tense every muscle. Hookfang loves the smell of burning wood and, after a successful attack, circles around, as if deliberately sniffing the air—Snotlout noticed this and now deliberately lights fires where the dragon can sniff them: it's his little way of making his friend happy. Sausage loves warm rocks and, after a long flight, the first thing she does is look for a place to lie down and warm up; Fishlegs has long since gotten the hang of it and looks out for such places in advance, as if it were part of their route.

Spitter (blacksmith)
Appearance: A stocky, wiry man with hands covered in scars and calluses—it's immediately obvious he's accustomed to hard work. His face is weathered, with a sly half-smile, as if he knows a secret he's reluctant to reveal. His clothes are simple, scorched and patched in places: comfort is more important to him than appearance. A set of tools is always hanging from his belt, and his eyes betray a habit of evaluating everything in terms of how it can be repaired or remade. Personality: Straightforward, practical, and dislikes empty talk. Gobber speaks his mind without embellishment, but behind this rough straightforwardness lies a kind heart. He's a bit grumpy, but everyone goes to him for advice because they know he won't flatter, but he'll speak honestly. He has a special connection with Hiccup: he sees the boy not only as the son of a chieftain, but also as someone who is capable of inventing something new, and therefore supports his ideas, even if they seem strange.

Type: Human, blacksmith and jack of all trades, a natural inventor and mentor who believes any problem can be solved with the right tools and ingenuity. Weakness: Dislikes change if it disrupts the usual work routine—can be stubborn, even when a new solution is clearly better. He also tends to underestimate the danger when it comes to work: if an important task needs to be completed, he can forget about fatigue and exhaust himself, just to make sure everything is done right.

Stoic the Vast
Appearance: An imposing, stately man with a broad chest and heavy, confident movements—he immediately conveys the image of a leader accustomed to bearing the weight of responsibility. His face is stern, with deep wrinkles, as if each one is the trace of a difficult decision. His gaze is direct, heavy, capable of silencing with a single nod. He wears massive armor with family patterns, and over it, a heavy fur cloak, emphasizing his status. Personality: Firm, fair, not given to unnecessary words. He is not one to explain at length—he would rather show with his actions how things should be done. He combines an iron will with a hidden concern for his people: he is ready to be tough if the safety of Berk requires it, but deep down, he fears most of all letting down those who have trusted him. He treats his son with restraint: he wants Hiccup to be strong, and therefore does not spoil him with softness, although in rare moments of silence, a glimmer of pride flickers in his gaze. Species: Human, Viking chieftain, a natural leader and experienced warrior, whose strength lies not only in his muscles, but also in his ability to keep his word.

Weakness: He relies too heavily on tried-and-true, age-old methods and sometimes has difficulty accepting new ideas—even if they're reasonable. He also tries not to show his vulnerability, which means those close to him don't always understand when he needs support, and he hesitates to ask for it.

Stormfly
Appearance: Graceful yet powerful, with sharp, clean lines. Her scales shimmer with cool hues, as if covered in frost. Her tail is studded with spikes that she can launch with precision, and her wings are wide but light, allowing her to hover in the air like a bird of prey about to strike. Personality: collected, proud, and not given to empty displays. She acts precisely and without fuss, as if calculating every maneuver in advance. She has a silent understanding with Astrid: they don't need lengthy commands because they sense each other through the slightest movement. She maintains a distance from other dragons and people, not out of arrogance, but out of a habit of relying only on what has been proven.

Species: The Vicious Nadder—a dragon that combines speed, accuracy, and precision attacks. Weakness: She hates chaos and confusion: when there's too much shouting and fuss around her, she becomes irritable and can act more abruptly than necessary. Her other weak spot is the base of her wings: a blow there deprives her of maneuverability and forces her to temporarily abandon flight.

Leopard and Boar
Appearance: A two-headed dragon with contrasting coloring: one head is slightly darker, the other lighter, as if two elements have converged within it. The body is powerful but not bulky, with a flexible tail and broad wings. Each head has its own distinctive expression: one often frowns, the other bares its teeth in an almost cheerful grin. In flight, they create a noticeable vortex, and when they act together, the air around them seems to tremble with tension.

Personality: Constantly arguing, yet surprisingly well-coordinated. One head loves to grumble and question everything, the other to act and seize every opportunity. Their internal debate doesn't destroy them, but rather creates a rhythm: while one is evaluating, the other is already making a move. They share a common temperament with Geminis: they love noise, they love chaos, but at the right moment they suddenly become amazingly focused.

Species: Nightmare Bucklehead - A two-headed dragon whose heads act in tandem: one exhales gas, the other ignites it with a spark, creating powerful explosions.

Weakness: If the heads clash intensely, they may begin to interfere with each other and temporarily lose synchronicity. They are also vulnerable to deafening sounds and sudden changes in pressure—this disrupts their internal balance and causes them to freeze for a moment, as if listening to themselves.

Ruffnut and Tuffnut
Appearance: Twins, similar but not identical. Ruffnut has a slightly more daring look and a habit of holding her hands as if she's ready to grab something or someone at any moment. Tuffnut is a bit more disheveled, with a mischievous grin and a habit of teasing everyone around him. Their clothes are similar, but with different details: one has more belts, the other has brightly colored patches. Together, they look like a whirlwind about to break loose.

Personality: Restless, boisterous, they love to joke around and get into mischief. Behind this cheerful bravado lies true courage: they're not afraid to rush into places where others are too afraid to even look. They understand each other without words, often finishing each other's sentences, and act as a unit, even if they argue constantly. Their comrades look at them with tired smiles, but they know: when it's time to stir up chaos or make everyone laugh before a difficult task, twins are irreplaceable.

Species: Humans, young Vikings, natural-born adventurers and masters of distraction.

Weakness: They tend to act on emotions too much and sometimes don't notice when a joke has gone too far. They also have trouble sitting still for long periods of time and following strict plans: routine literally consumes them, and they start looking for adventure even where there isn't any.

Sausage
Appearance: Round and substantial, with thick, durable scales that seem designed to withstand blows. Her coloring is warm, earthy, with golden veins. Her gait is leisurely but confident, and in flight, she stays slightly lower and slower than the others, as if she's more interested in feeling the air than in racing through it.

Personality: Good-natured, curious, and unhurried. She's curious about everything: a new smell, a strange stone, an unfamiliar sound. She's not eager to fight, but she doesn't hide either: when it comes to protecting a friend, she becomes unexpectedly firm and stubborn. She and Fishlegs have a quiet, reliable alliance: they don't need loud vows, because their trust is proven by actions.

Species: The Grommel is a Rock Eater dragon, strong and resilient, capable of digesting minerals and using them for defense.

Weakness: Her massive body makes it difficult for her to change direction quickly, and she can be outmaneuvered by fast, agile opponents. She's also overly trusting of those who appear calm and friendly, which is sometimes exploited.

Fishlegs
Appearance: plump, unhurried, but not awkward. His movements are not abrupt, but solid: he steps as if he already knows where the ground is most secure. His face is open and curious, with a habit of tilting his head slightly when listening or examining something. His clothes are simple, patched in places, but comfortable.

Personality: attentive, calm, dislikes being the center of attention. He's more interested in observing, remembering, and understanding than in making a loud statement. He's kind, but not soft: if necessary, he'll gently but firmly tell someone what he considers wrong. His peers value him for his knowledge and for noticing details that others miss.

Species: Human, young Viking, natural-born explorer and keeper of knowledge.

Weakness: He's afraid of letting the team down, so he sometimes procrastinates on decisions, trying to make sure everything has been taken into account. He also dislikes conflict and tries to smooth it over, which is why he sometimes doesn't talk about problems until they become too serious.

Hookfang
Appearance: Massive, with rough, durable scales of dark red and charcoal hues. Its mouth is wide and imposing, and its movements, though powerful, are unexpectedly abrupt. In flight, it looks like a living storm: its wings whip up the wind, and flames burst forth in wide flashes, as if it were trying to illuminate everything around it.

Personality: Hot-tempered, showy, loves to impress. He loves loud maneuvers and flashy salvos, as if he's in a constant internal struggle between strength and the desire to show off. Despite all this bravado, he's keenly aware of Snotlout: if the rider loses confidence, the dragon suddenly becomes focused and covers for him without waiting for orders.

Species: The Dread Beast is a powerful, fire-bending dragon that can set its own body on fire and create terrifying explosions.

Weakness: His flames require a lot of energy, and after prolonged attacks, he becomes noticeably weaker. He also gets easily provoked and can rush at an enemy without assessing the situation if they tease him too brazenly.

Snotlout
Appearance: Strong, slightly heavy, but agile. He likes to appear imposing: his posture is deliberately relaxed and confident, as if he's always ready for a feat. His face often lights up with a wide, slightly cheeky smile—he wants to be noticed. His clothes are flashy, with details meant to emphasize his status.

Personality: Loud, assertive, loves to be the center of attention. Behind this bravado lies a sincere desire to be needed and useful. He may speak first and think later, but once he gives his word, he keeps it, even if it's inconvenient. His comrades laugh at his impetuosity, but they know he won't run away or hide behind others' backs in a difficult moment.

Species: Human, young Viking, a natural showman and fighter who acts louder than most.

Weakness: He's overly reliant on the opinions of others; if he's ridiculed, he can become stubborn out of spite, even when it's detrimental to the cause. He's also prone to overestimating his own strength and rushing into the thick of things before he's had a chance to think things through.

Astrid
Appearance: stately, collected, with confidence in every movement. Her gaze is direct, as if she knows exactly where to look so as not to miss anything. Her clothes are practical, without unnecessary embellishments, but tailored so that they don't hinder her stride or swing. There's no ostentatious ferocity in her appearance—only a readiness to act at a moment's notice.

Personality: Strict, demanding of herself and others, but not cruel: it's important to her that everyone does their job properly. She dislikes empty words and doesn't tolerate negligence. Yet, beneath her outward sternness lies loyalty: if she calls someone a friend, she'll stand by them to the bitter end, even if it means arguing with everyone else.

Species: Human, young Viking warrior, a natural leader and an impeccable fighter.

Weakness: She doesn't know how to ask for help, so she sometimes goes it alone until her strength runs out. She also has a hard time admitting that her plan might have been imperfect: pride makes her hold on to a decision longer than necessary.

Toothless
Appearance: A sleek, almost black silhouette, as if woven from twilight. The wings are broad, but folded so tightly that at rest, it appears smaller than it is. The eyes are bright and alert, revealing a keen intelligence. Its normal gait is quietly composed, while in flight, it has a swift, almost frightening grace.

Personality: Proud, but not arrogant; cautious, but not cowardly. He doesn't strive to please everyone, but he has an unerring sense of who can be trusted. He's calm around Hiccup, as if he has nothing to prove. He treats others with wary interest: not hostile, but not eager to get close.

Species: The Night Fury is a rare, swift dragon that can vanish into the darkness and strike back when it was thought lost.

Weakness: He's so attached to Hiccup that when the rider is in danger, he loses his composure and acts on pure impulse, risking his own life. He's also vulnerable to loud, deafening sounds: they disrupt his precise internal rhythm and cause him to momentarily lose control.

Hiccup
Appearance: A short youth with a light, composed posture—he lacks the bulky strength of a Viking, but has an agility, as if he's accustomed to moving without wasting a drop of excess energy. His hair is slightly tousled by the wind, his gaze attentive and penetrating: as if he's reading not only faces but also the shadows behind them. His clothing is simple but well-thought-out—not for show, but to ensure nothing interferes with his actions.

Personality: Calm, thoughtful, not one to shout to be heard. He'd rather offer a quiet solution than a loud challenge. At the same time, he's firm enough: when it comes to the safety of his friends, he won't back down or make excuses. He's a good listener and notices things others miss, which is why people around him involuntarily become more attentive.

Species: Human, young Viking, natural-born inventor and strategist.

Weakness: He worries too much about others, sometimes taking on more than he should. He's afraid that his cautious plans will be seen as cowardice, and because of this, he sometimes acts faster than necessary, just to avoid appearing indecisive.