(Normal pov)

The only noises that could be heard were the waves crashing against the hull of the ship, the creaking of the wood, the rolling of nails along the floorboards of the room they were in. He was chained to the hull of the ship; both his hands cuffed and pulled back, making him hang forwards. His hair hanging messily around his face, sweat dripping profusely despite the cold air, with a few droplets of blood along with it. Dirt patches along his face, and bare chest, over the bandaged bruises on his body were also present, except Dagur and Alvin hadn't resolved to harsher methods of persuasion ... yet.

Toothless and Astrid were somewhere along this ship as well. He didn't hear his roars or her yells or curses. He prayed to the gods that they were alright. They would have most likely placed a muzzle on Toothless' snout, to prevent him from blowing up the ship, but that would be pointless since the Night Fury knew he would not risk killing his rider and Astrid.

However, he was more terrified of Astrid's
predicament. He couldn't hear her. He didn't know where she was on this ship. He didn't hear shouts or yells in the rooms next to his torture room, which meant she had to be in another room aboard the ship. She was one of the strongest people he's ever known, apart from his dad - stubborn, strong-willed - a spirit that could never be broken. He just wondered if they were doing the same things to her as they did to him.

There were a few cut marks on his chest, not deep enough to continuously bleed, but it was an effective method nonetheless. That feeling of a blade cutting your skin, the cold metal meeting warm blood. If it was any deeper, he would have the risk of going into shock.

He was brought back from his thoughts when he heard the locks of the door, to see one of the guards opening the door and Dagur walking in ... dragging Astrid in behind him. He tossed her onto the ground, into the centre of the room that was illuminated by the few candles. There he saw the real extent of her torture. Her red tunic had been ripped from her body, leaving her only in her binds, with a few bruises along her stomach. Parts of her leggings were ripped as well, and her fur boots had long been removed. Her braid had many tussles of hair sticking out, indicating it had been pulled repeatedly; most likely someone had pulled on the braid while another person punched her senselessly. Her wrists were bound and were over her head, bringing the image that her wrists were hung by some hook fixed to the ceiling of the ship while they had their fun with her.

He couldn't help but pull on the chains, trying to reach her. He heard Dagur chuckle and he looked at him from beneath his bangs, sending all the fury of the Gods in that one stare. Dagur, however, wasn't fazed in the slightest.

"I did ask her what she knew about dragons..." He said, innocently as he pranced around her barely conscious form. That's when he noticed the bruises on her face, and cuts on her brow and lip. "...but apparently she's like all of Berk's residents ... too stupid and stubborn to stop the pain."

"This is between you and me, Dagur! Leave her out of this!"

"You have only yourself to blame, Hiccup. The moment you taught her about dragons was the moment you roped her into your world and the time she became a liability." He lectured, as he knelt behind her, running a finger along her spine to which she sobbed softly for a brief second.

"What did you do to her!? I swear to you Dagur ... if I wasn't chained to this wall I'd.. agh!" He was cut short when one of the Berserkers kicked his bad leg.

"Hiccup..." he heard her moan. He looked up, completely ignoring the pain in his leg as he made eye contact with her. He could still see the fire that burned within her, but it wasn't without pain. He had done something to her. Something that went against every fiber of her being.

"That's right...I didn't tell you how we got acquainted, did we?" He asked, cupping her cheek, but she pulled her face away, looking to the wooden boards, afraid to even make eye contact with Hiccup.

"What did you do to her?" He asked lowly. She was in this position because him. If he didn't have such strong feelings for her, if he never showed it... she would never have been in this weak state. Dagur only smiled in his direction, and while maintaining eye contact he lifted up her skirt. What Hiccup saw made his heart stop. He saw a patch of some liquid between her legs, and when he looked to her, she only looked away in shame.

"I gotta say Hiccup, you sure know how to pick them." He said, his hand resting in that position. Astrid shook her legs, trying with all her might to shake him off but he only used his other hand to slam her neck to the floor, making sure he enjoyed the look of struggle adorning Hiccup's face. "Don't worry Hiccup. She's hasn't been touched by us. But I believe she did enter some sort of bliss when she finished..." Dagur was cut short when Astrid managed bring her elbow right to his cheek, sending him sprawling to the floor behind her in a bloody mess.

"Don't you... fucking... touch me, you sack of dragon shit!" She muttered, an abyss of rage present in her eyes.

"Hold her down!" He yelled, and soon, two men were on her, making her lie on her stomach, while she continued to struggle against their grip. "I didn't want to do this, but if you don't tell me where the Red Death is, I will rape her in front of you!" He yelled at Hiccup.

"Dagur... I swear, if you rape her, I'll end you myself!" He screamed, pulling on the chains, hoping, praying that they would break and he'd be able to reach her and knock those guards off of her. He could only prevent the tears reaching his eyes as he watched Dagur starting to unbuckle his pants and a guard getting ready to pull down her leggings.

"Dagur!" A new voice called, entering the room. Everyone turned to see Alvin walk in, knocking the two guards that were atop of her and pulling Dagur aside. "This is not how we're going to do this! Do you want Berk to hunt us down for the rest of our lives?! You stupid shit!" He yelled at the young Chief. Dagur simply stared back at the man who was standing in front of his female prisoner, challenging him to make a move. "I hope you've not forgotten that it's my ship you're on, so if you try anything my men will not hesitate to kill you and your men."

Dagur stared back at his 'ally', disgust and skepticism written across his face. If he tried something, Alvin would be sure to express his thoughts through his fists or blade. No. He wouldn't let this man be the boss of him. He would make him pay later for undermining him in front of his men.

"We're leaving." He told his men, who warily picked up their weapons and walked around Alvin, making sure they were out of arm's reach, following their Chief out of the ship's belly.

"They're gone sir." Savage reported, coming to stand by the entrance.

"Fetch a chair will ye?" He asked. With a nod, Savage left to another room to get the furniture. Alvin glanced at the two, staring with what looked like pity in his eyes...which was a first for them. "Are ye alright lass?" He asked Astrid, not reaching out to touch her in case she got the wrong idea.

"What does it look like..." She muttered, looking away. Hiccup understood why she would. She wouldn't even make eye contact with him. This must have been the first time she had been in a physically vulnerable position, and in front of someone whom she cared about deeply. Hiccup in turn looked down in defeat. Dagur had barely done anything to him. He had a suspicion of what unspeakable action he did to her, but at the same time, he had done so much more. He left the damage on the outside and inside. And it was all to let him know that he wasn't in control. That he was prepared to bring his whole world crashing down by harming the ones close to him. Savage came back with a chair, giving it to his Chief. Alvin set the chair down and carefully lifted Astrid onto it, untying her for a brief moment. She didn't fight back though. She was too shaken up to.

"Why are you even working with him?" Hiccup asked, keeping his eyes on him and making sure he didn't do anything to Astrid.

"I'm not gonna do anythin' to her if that's what yer wondering." Alvin seemed to read his mind, bringing her arms behind the chair and retying her wrists.

"Then why did you bring her along?!" he yelled, startling him a bit. "You and Dagur have a quarrel with me, not her. Were you that desperate to have me train you dragons? She's never even done anything to you or the Berserkers..." He lowered his head, letting the chains hold him up, not caring how deep the metal cuffs would cut into his wrists.

"I only suggested to bluff you into training dragons for us by using her. I had no idea Dagur and Cutthroat had other plans."

"Well clearly they did." Astrid spoke, loud enough for both of them to hear. "The only reason they didn't fuck me was that they wanted to do that in front of you." She said, looking at Hiccup who didn't even know where to begin. "They asked me if I knew anything about dragons. Of course I wouldn't tell them so they had to use other methods including ..." She stifled back a few whimpers, gesturing to the area between her thighs.

"Did they really...?" He asked.

"No. But they'll do it if they can't get either of us to talk. But we both know that even if we do tell them or show them, they'll turn back on their word and do what they wish with us."

"I know. They don't care if Berk comes for them. If they know the secrets of Dragon training, the entire Archipelago will be annihilated." He said.

"I'm afraid that the plan has changed Hiccup." Alvin spoke, cutting into their conversation. "We don't want you to train dragons for us, although I have to admit that'd be a nice bonus ... but I'm sure you heard Dagur say it already. That we want to know where the Red Death is."

"Why?"

"Why do think? Alvin asked as a small smirk spread across his face.

"You have to be a complete fool to go after that dragon again." Hiccup shook his head. "It will kill all of us if we provoke it any more."

"You let us worry about that, Hiccup. All we want to know is how to get it back. That's why we captured you... and her for persuasion." He said, gesturing to Astrid. Hiccup had a hard time wondering what he did to deserve this predicament. Help some of the most barbaric men in the Archipelago gain control of dragons under the fear of them harming Astrid. They've already done that, but they were definitely prepared to do so much more to her if he didn't cooperate.

"I can't keep Dagur, or Cutthroat off of yer lass forever, ye know." He suddenly brought up. "My men would start thinking I've grown soft on ye' after all the trouble ye've caused us." He spoke as he neared the entrance of the room. "Do you and yer lass a favour and tell me where or how to get the Red Death back. That decision might save both of yers life." And with that he closed the door, leaving the two of them to ponder his words. The two were left in an uncomfortable silence. The sound of their heavy breathing, and the waves crashing outside were the only echoes to keep the atmosphere from being quiet.

Hiccup didn't know what he should do. If he told Alvin, or Dagur, the route where the Red Death went, or how to train dragons, they'd most certainly make him and Astrid suffer before ending their lives. He looked once again at her, and couldn't find the words to express the deep guilt he had felt for bringing her into this.

"I'm so sorry." She suddenly spoke. "If I spoke up sooner to warn you, instead of waiting, you could have..." She shook her head, her eyes staring intently at her lap.

"It's not your fault. If anyone's to blame here it's me. I mean, I just had to be the one to train dragons right?" He asked, shooting her an amused grin, which she returned with a small smile of her own. "I didn't know being a dragon trainer would attract this much attention."

"Well... there are only a few people in this world who take a stand for what's right. They're ... not afraid to branch out from everyone else. Always looking for new solutions to every problem ... always changing other people's perspectives."

"Up until now, I wish you never found me" Hiccup said suddenly. "Otherwise you wouldn't be in this position."

"Then we wouldn't have had all those special moments together. That one night, alone together I...us confessing our feelings...and a glimpse into the man you have become." She smiled, shaking her bangs over her eye to the side. "Asbjorn, the Twins, Fishlegs, your father, Berk ... and myself, we would have continued to slaughter innocent dragons, overlooking the fact that past their scales, size and fire...they are incredibly docile creatures that care for one another. If it wasn't for you, the Gods only know what kind of killer I would have become."

"You guys would have found out sooner, or later."

"You and I both know that would never have happened for at least another three hundred years." They both laughed.

"I really wonder how Toothless is doing." He brought up.

"Don't worry. I'm sure he can take care of himself. He's as stubborn and strong-willed as his best friend." She smirked.

"By the way, why did you want me to come to the forest? You said, you had something to give me, right?" He asked. Before their predicament, she had asked him if he would meet her in the forest as she had something she wanted to present him. She did shrink back a bit into her chair, breaking eye contact and resuming her look on the floor.

"It was stupid for me to ask you that."

"No. It wasn't. Surely you couldn't have known what they were planning."

"But I should have been aware of my surroundings!" She yelled back, taking him by surprise. "As a shield-maiden, I should have paid attention. I should always be on high alert for any danger ... and I walked right into it, putting you in this situation." He could easily tell the deep guilt that she felt.

"What was it though? I would really like to know."

"It was a shirt."

Okay. He wasn't that kind of answer. But this was Astrid who was spontaneous at times. "It was a shirt that you left back. Spitelout convinced the Elder Counsel to burn most of your belongings. Gobber convinced them to leave your workshop in the forge untouched, for his memory's sake, and I'm sure your dad also saved a few items. But in the heat of the argument, I took one of your shirts as a memory of my actions that day ... the day I sold you out to the village."

This was a side that Hiccup never heard.

"Anyway..." She continued with a light scarlet blush, "...with help, I made it to your physique, with a few patterns of my own in it. I wanted to return it to you. That was my gift. It was a 'appreciation' gift from me ... and I wanted it to be special. Because..."

"Because it's probably the only thing, apart from my workroom, that was left unscathed. A part of me that had always remained in Berk..." He finished for her. In a way, he was happy. There was always a small part of him that missed Berk, and he never took most of his personal belongings when he left. "Astrid ... I-I honestly don't know what to say..." He smiled, shaking his head at the chances of this ever happening.

"Well ... you can thank me for getting us into this mess." She shrugged, gesturing to the room around her.

"Yeah. I'll make sure to hold this one over you for the rest of your life." He played along.

"So, you got any plans for busting out of here?" She asked.

"Not as of the moment. I'm only concerned about what they'll do to you if I don't cooperate."

"Are you? Because we both know they'll kill us once they get the information."

"I know. We're in a real jam here. Almost as bad as when I was stuck with Toothless on an island with wild Thunderdrums."

"You were stuck on an island with Thunderdrums?" She asked, one brow arching upwards, with an unamused expression. More of a serious and on-the-border-of-anger expression.

"W-well ... it wasn't my fault. It was the storm's." Hiccup defended himself. However, he immediately realized the mistake he just made.

"You were stuck on an island with Toothless, I'm presuming his tail fin must have been damaged, with wild Thunderdrums during a storm?" She re-iterated every fact.

"Yep ... when you say it like that, it does sound pretty ... yeah." He looked away, not wanting to look a her stare.

"Well..." their conversation was interrupted when the door opened and Cutthroat walked in, his sword hanging in its sheath on his belt. They both noticed the small dagger that was also hooked into his belt, preparing themselves for the threats or wounds he was about to inflict on them. "Seems like you guys are getting all comfy, despite the..." he was behind Astrid's chair when he reached down to her tied wrists, tightening the knot and pulling back on her hands, making her sit up straight, but not without a soft 'ompf' from her. Hiccup continued to hold a neutral stare. They both know he wanted to see the emotions of anger and helplessness on their faces, "... uncomfortable conditions." Then he did something that none of them were expecting.

Quickly placing himself to her front, he slapped her hard across the face. She didn't yell but her head reeled to the side and then back due to the force. In that moment of temporary incapacitation, he revealed a rope and quickly tied her ankles to the chair's horizontal support, that connected the front two legs. Hiccup lunged forward, despite the fact that he was restrained. He didn't care though. He wanted to make that man pay for slapping her. "Couldn't have you struggling while I tied those, could I?" he asked, smile and all.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" She asked, getting her senses back and looking straight up at him, the red imprint of his hand still present on her cheek. "Just wait until I'm out of these and you'll be begging me end your life quickly." She gritted her teeth, staring death at him.

"You are right about me enjoying this. It's not every other day that I get to have a beauty like you tied up and helpless...oh wait, there are other days." He chuckled.

"Just like your every day coward. Doesn't have the balls to face his opponents in a true fight." She muttered. Cutthroat, though, didn't seem fazed by her comments.

"You want to know how well acquainted we got, Hiccup?" He asked, walking behind Astrid and placing his hands on her shoulders. "It was quite the story ... meeting up for scheduled duels in the forest, away from prying eyes to witness what would take place..."

"I already know Astrid's not that kind of girl. She'd rather have her head chopped off than taking in some forbidden act, especially with maniacs like you." Hiccup replied, keeping his eyes on him.

"I guess you are right. There's no point in trying to fool you. You'd never fall for that." He said. But Hiccup didn't care about that. He was becoming nervous and angry by the second. He saw Cutthroat begin to slide his hands down her front in a slow pace. His anger increased exponentially when his hands landed on her breasts, not holding them tightly, but there was a risk of him using his position to provoke Hiccup and make him look helpless. Astrid attempted to head butt him in his face or chest, but he anticipated it. He quickly used his right hand, grabbed the dagger from his belt and brought it to her neck, making her halt almost immediately.

"That's a better girl." He muttered seductively, giving her a lick on the cheek. She closed her eyes and gasped when he tightened his hold on her left breast. He smiled when he heard the rattle of chains from the other side of the room. "But then again, you're so predictable." He continued. "Would you like to show him what I did to you?" He asked, smiling at Astrid, who refused to make eye contact. From the quickening of her breaths though, Hiccup knew it couldn't be good.

'Wait... is he the reason of the patch between...' his thoughts were cut short when his hand left her breast and reached down to the top of her skirt and leggings, three fingers sliding underneath them.

"Don't you ... ahh!" She was cut short when she felt his fingers hovering above that area. The cold blade at her throat didn't help either. It prevented her from using some force against him. Now she understood why he restrained her legs - so that she wouldn't be able to struggle against his actions.

"You should have seen it, Hiccup. She was hung from a hook hanging from the ceiling, tunic off, her milky skin glowing in the candlelight ... she truly seemed like a goddess from Valhalla...he lectured, his hand slowly tracing patterns underneath her clothing. If she tightened her thighs, that would mean trapping his hand. But from it position, it would be no problem for him to push his fingers in, and that meant she would be at mercy to his actions. "Her pearl like feet tied together to a few ropes on the ground ... the look of sheer pleasure on her face when my fingers entered her." He said, turning to look at him.

That's when Hiccup saw it. Cutthroat was ten times worse than Dagur. He knew Dagur followed up on threats, but not all of them. Cutthroat was a completely different story. He was a sadistic murderer. Not that was new information. But taking pleasure in violating his prisoners? Hiccup couldn't even begin to imagine the horrors girls would have faced when cornered or captured by him.

"Ahh!" She suddenly gasped, her face turning redder by the second. He noticed the movement of his hand. He had pierced her and was moving his fingers slowly. Astrid couldn't help the whimpers that escaped her as she closed her eyes to block out the tears that were forming.

"It's so nice and warm in there..." He licked her cheek again maintaining eye contact with him, while she, in vainly, turned her head to try and escape his action.

"Stop!" He yelled, pulling on the chains again, trying with all his might to break free. However, he put pressure on his left leg, that sent him to his knees. Cutthroat could see the anger and hatred in his eyes. He was soaking in the vulnerability and helplessness of Astrid. He loved being in control.

"I-I wi-will ... make you ... suffer ... just y-you wait ... You'll -oh" Astrid managed to say through gritted teeth, turning to look at her sadistic torturer right in the eye. Cutthroat simply raised an brow before plunging his fingers even deeper into her, causing a sharp gasp, followed by a whimper.

"I guess your will hasn't been broken yet. We'll just have to speed up the process."

"STOP!" Hiccup yelled again, this time grabbing his attention, but not enough for him to pull his hand out of her leggings. "You sick fuck. Are you really doing this for your own sick pleasure?"

"Yes." Cutthroat stated, halting his actions but not removing his fingers, giving her some time to catch her breath. "You see, I'm different from my cousin. That idiot does have his uses for war and fighting, but mind games aren't his specialty. I carry out my threats, and I don't care how disgusting or horrendous they are, because people don't expect that." He lectured, nuzzling into Astrid's neck at the same time, taking in her scent. She simply stayed still, shooting him a look of disgust with her eyes.

"Are you...that confident...we won't...escape?" She chose her words carefully since she was still at his mercy, for now.

"I am." He said, grazing his teeth along her neck, making her gasp in response and straighten her back even more. Hiccup knew she couldn't help the feeling. What he was doing should be pleasure to the body and her senses, but considering the man he was, it was hard to convince the body that. "If your boyfriend thinks about escaping, you die. If you think about escaping, he dies. The same goes for that dragon of yours."

"What could you possibly gain from trying to regain the Red Death? She is the queen! It won't obey you a second time." Hiccup said.

"Dagur and I don't plan on making it obey again." He smiled. Hiccup stared at him, as if he had grown another pair of eyes on his face. Astrid even turned her head, still feeling the cold blade at her throat. "We plan on angering it."

"What fucking madness has infected your head?! Once it kills us, it'll go to Odin knows- Ahh!" Astrid was cut off when he pushed his fingers in further, effectively silencing her and causing Hiccup to pull on his chains again.

"Hey, be glad I didn't slap her." He chuckled, as Astrid pulled her head back up from the sudden sensation, breathing heavily. She was having a hard time controlling her body's feelings. "Anyway, Dagur thinks he can tame the beast again if he has you...but little does he know that it can never be trained, obviously. But he won't believe you anytime soon."

"Why are you doing this?" Hiccup asked.

"Domination and because I know I can...and for the fun of it as well. You've laid eyes on the chaos and destruction we've already wreaked across the Archipelago. All the villages annihilated. All the men, women, and children slaughtered and burnt to a crisp. Ah, such desires yet stir in my breast. So, I'll ask this again..." He pushed his fingers further, the reaction forcing her to squeeze her thighs, and effectively, trapping his hand between them, but that's what he wanted. He also increased the pressure of the blade to her neck. Hiccup could have sworn he saw a trickle of blood run along the edge. "...lead us to the Red Death or she dies."

"If you kill her, you'll get nothing from me!" Hiccup attempted to induce a stalemate.

"Oh really? What am I to lose here, Hiccup? You're the one who has everything at stake here." Hiccup never truly had met an enemy like Cutthroat. Sure he bullied him as a kid like Snotlout and the other bullies, Dagur was impulsive, always acting out on thoughts and urges without, usually, thinking things through. Cutthroat, on the other hand, thought of every single detail and wasn't afraid to take what he wanted. He wanted the destruction of the entire Archipelago. The only thing that stood between that was Hiccup and the Strike Clan.

Now, he's taking one of the single most important people in his life and putting her life on the line. "But if you refuse to tell me, go right ahead. The result is watching me slice her throat to the bone, watching the blood gush out of her, staining her entire body as it runs down her very body. The best part will be watching the life drain out of her eyes as she stares at you ... wondering how you could not risk the dragons to save her."

Hiccup hung his head, trying to block out what he was saying. But he couldn't stop the images of what he was describing entering his mind, playing over and over again like a nightmare. "What will her parents think when their daughter's lover refused to save her? How do you think they'll take the news of her death, or better yet, dumping her body at their doorstep. That'll be a surprise to wake up to." He chuckled. "What about her friends? Finding out your girl who's looked out for most of your life, is dead. Her whole family will be destroyed, and all because you refused to place your feelings for her above the dragons."

He couldn't risk her life. If she died, he was sure they'd find a way to pin the murder on him and her bloody corpse would forever stain his conscience. If she died, a part of him would die as well. He admitted that he never stopped thinking about her, that he never stopped loving her. They would figure out what to do about the Red Death some other time. Her life was not worth losing for keeping the Red Death hidden.

"H-Hiccup." She breathed out, catching both of their attention. "Don't w-worry about m-me... just make sure... they don't f-find... t-that dragon." She breathed out, smiling a little as her eyes connected with his, telling him that it was okay if he didn't give the location. That she was willing to die for his cause.

He truly had changed her.

"Well then, I guess it's settled. Say goodbye to her, Hiccup." Cutthroat said, and pressed his knife into her neck.

"NO!" He screamed. "I. Will. Tell. You." He said slowly, seeing that he released the pressure of his blade. Hiccup ignore the stare Astrid was shooting him; one of disbelief.

"Well then, where is it?"

"The Red Death most likely returned to Dragon Island." he explained. "I can convince my dragon to lead us there, and he'll do it without putting up a fight if I talk to him."

Cutthroat's look of mild surprise gave way to unadulterated pleasure. He had won again. He pulled his fingers from between her thighs and wiped off the substance on her skirt while he pulled his blade away from her neck. "See, was that so fucking hard?" He asked, placing it back at his belt as he walked to the door. "I'll be back tomorrow morning with a few guards to take you to your dragon and convince him. In the meantime, have a nice night you two." He gave a sinister small wave before exiting the room and locking the door.

"Why did you do that, Hiccup?" She asked immediately when he was out of the room. "We're talking about a dragon that's the size of a small mountain. The dragon you described as impossible to bring down. If he's able to control it again, Berk and every other village in the Archipelago will be destroyed."

"We can worry about it later. I'll talk to Toothless tomorrow and I'll convince him to lead us there."

"Why Hiccup? You were so adamant about keeping Dragon Island a secret. Why are you giving it away now? Just because of me?"

"Yes." He answered softly, looking up to her. "I couldn't bare the thought of losing you, Astrid. You're my heart." He finished his sentence. "During my first year banished, I was alone. Alone with my thoughts. I couldn't help but think about Berk... and all the negative memories it left on me. I began harboring a deep hatred for it, and that if anyone were to show up... You and everyone else I love saved me from that future. You reminded what Vikings are capable of that. That they are capable of change. And because... I love you."

She didn't know how to respond to his confession. "I love you, and I wasn't willing to risk your life because of some madman's goal. It's because of you that... I'm... I'm home."

"Hiccup..." She didn't know what to say to him. He possibly risked the fate of the entire Archipelago just for her. "Thank you, I love you too." She said, smiling while shaking her head. He really was a one of a kind man.

"If they do release it, we'll find a way to stop it. We always find a way to stop our enemies."

And she couldn't agree more with him. "You know why?" He asked.

"Because we're Dragon Riders."