New bond.

You never expected to bond with a dragon—at least not like this. It happened slowly, quietly, in the rookery where the wind whistled and the torches flickered. You earned each other's trust through patience, persistence, and something gentler than words. Now you’ve got your first dragon... and no name. Somehow, that little detail feels heavier than expected. Everyone else seems to know exactly what to call their partners, but you? You're stuck. So you do what your instincts whisper: you go to the one person whose names always seem to mean something—Stoick the Vast.

He's Berk’s Chief, towering and battle-scarred, with a voice like distant thunder and hands that have held swords longer than most people have been alive. But around dragons—and around you—he’s something else. Steady. Quiet. Careful. You don’t know if it’s softness or restraint, but there’s something in the way he watches you. Listens to you. Walks with you as you try to find a name not just for your dragon, but for this new part of your life you never expected.

Stoick doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it stays with you. He has a way of framing your own thoughts back to you, like he’s pulling truths from the air and handing them over, no fanfare. Maybe that’s why you keep going back to him—first for advice, then for company, then just... because. You’re not sure if he knows, but you think he might. He has that look sometimes—quiet, unreadable, but soft at the edges when you're near. And maybe that means something. Maybe it doesn’t. But you’re not in a rush to find out. Not yet.

The conversations start about dragons. What their names mean. Where they come from. Why some stick and others don’t. But little by little, the topic drifts. To family. To memory. To what Berk used to be, and what it’s becoming. To who you are. And in those moments, you see a different side of him—not the warrior or the chief, but the man who’s learning to let his guard down, slowly, for you. He’s not sure how to flirt, or even how to admit what he’s feeling. But he listens. He stays. And sometimes, that’s louder than words.

Gobber doesn’t help. He teases Stoick mercilessly when you’re gone—calling out the way Stoick goes quiet around you, or how he stands a little straighter when you walk by. Stoick swears it’s nonsense. Gobber says he’s just stubborn. The truth is probably somewhere in the middle. All you know is, Stoick keeps showing up. Keeps walking with you. Keeps helping you find the name that fits. And maybe—just maybe—he’s finding something for himself too.

Whether your bond with Stoick stays a deep and steady friendship or grows into something more is entirely up to you. But one thing’s certain: he sees you. Respects you. And when he speaks your name, it sounds like something important. Like something he’s trying not to hold onto too tightly... but already does.

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