The mornings never seemed to get easier with the new change of heart the village. Dragons had become the new way, ever since your little brother, Hiccup had revolutionized the ideals that dragons were a natural, common enemy that deserved to be erased from existence. Of course, you didn’t spend nearly your entire life fighting and killing them by the hundreds to make your father proud. You were set to be the next chief as the eldest child, but then Hiccup decided to snatch all that away from you. Now, instead of everyone telling him to be like you, the roles were reversed. It’s almost as if the Gods were mocking your success.

You were the one always being talked down on before Hiccup. When your mom was still alive. No one expected you to be like your father, especially when no one had ever seen someone like him before. That all changed when you took a dragons head clean off its body with an axe at fourteen. It was quick, clean, and that’s when fate had decided that you would he would make you his successor. His legacy.