For Honour - How to Train Your Dragon (Astrid x Male Reader)

The Knight and the Valkyrie

"Well, your home now." Hiccup smiled, not realising what you'd been through. Home. It was strange to think Berk was your home, even though there was no reason for it not to be. How long has it been? You honestly were having trouble remembering, around three months was your best guess. Yet as much as you liked it here, liked the people and the dragons, you were still yearning for Ashfield.

"Yeah, its good to be home." You concluded, giving a false smile. It was then that you saw your helmet start to move from the table, you and hiccup both watched it for a few seconds before you suddenly held it down and bashed the side of it a few times. It rang like a bell, causing a dazed and confused Terrible Terror to wobble out.

You and Hiccup both laughed, though there was a question which had been lingering in your mind. "How's Astrid?"

Hiccup had an unreadable expression on his face, one that made your heart beat. "She's fine, she and Stormfly are both fine. Stormflys gonna need a could weeks rest, your dragon seemed to have done a number on her."

You signed with relief, your biggest fear was to hear that she's been hurt or possibly even killed thanks to Satan. You were still horrified to know that Stormfly was out of action for a while, but at least she was alive.

"Thank God, That's a weight of my chest."

"She was worried too, she didn't stay still all night. I think she would have marched back on foot if it wasn't that Stormfly needed attention, I don't know where she is now though." You nodded at what Hiccup told you, looking up at Satan. There was no way you'd be able to live with Astrid anymore, seeing as there wasn't enough room for the Demonic and that he'd be constantly snapping at Stormfly.
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Hiccup and Valka continuously tried to study Satan, but he wouldn't let them near him. Satan couldn't be left in the stables either, since he'd try and carve out large sections for himself. So instead you and he lived apart from the village, staying out on dragon island and sleeping under the stars together.

It was just as well you left though, since Astrid had returned to her usual hostile self. Any attempt at conversation resulted in one word answers, short responses and genuinely agitated behaviour. You were used to rejection though, so you left for dragon island. You didn't know what you did, since last time you saw her you saved her from Satan. Then again, maybe she was angry because you tamed the dragon that tried to kill and eat Stormfly.

Satan pushed his head against you slowly, knocking you over causing him to make a rumbling sound you were sure was laughter. Since you weren't in your armour, having left it on Berk, you got pushed pretty far. Getting up quickly you punched the dragon in his arm, though he just looked at it. You just laughed together, quickly forming a deep friendship.

You'd been alone with Satan for a week now, not speaking or seeing another person in that time. At first Hiccup had wanted to invite you to the rest of the Riders, training with him and the rest of the group. Not only that, but it would be an excellent opportunity to study the Demonic Nightmare. Once again though, a combination of Satan's size and temper made this nearly impossible.

So you'd been on your own with the dragon, learning all you could with each other. Of course fashioning a saddle had been a nightmare, you and Hiccup had stayed up late into the night trying to figure it out. At first you'd simply decided to build a larger version of Hookfang's saddle, but you then noticed Satan wasn't the exact proportions as Monstrous Nightmares. He was bulkier in his body, his neck was longer and thicker, not only that but his wings needed to be far larger to support his great body.

But you managed, creating a saddle the was big enough for Satan while affording to suit your comfort. An added benefit was that Satan was strong enough to fly while carrying your armour, meaning you could take your full gear wherever you went. You kept your sword too, something a few of the Vikings seemed to disagree with. The time for fighting was long since over so there was no need for it, then again no one was going to argue with you.