“Hey, Astrid, wait up!” I shouted as she flew past me on her Deadly Nadder, Stormfly.
“No chance!” she shouted back.
We were heading to Itchy Armpit, an island Toothless and I had found a while ago. I'd named it that because Toothless had been scratching his armpit when I asked him what we should name it.
To our surprise, as we landed on the island, we noticed that several campfires had been lit here and there, and the remains of meals had been scattered around the shores.
“Travellers,” I said, disgusted at the state they had left our island in.
Astrid simply smiled. “How about we let them know that this is our territory?”
I looked at her, not knowing what she meant. She rolled her eyes and took some coloured pouches out of Stormfly's saddle bag. “Remember when we marked those dragons to know which island they were from?”
I scratched my chin as I tried to remember. “Yeah, why?”
“How about we do the same thing with this island, to let people know it belongs to you?”
I smiled. This would take a lot of paint.

We had to fly back to Berk to get a bit more black paint every now and then, but soon our sign was almost finished.
We had painted a large Strike class logo on one of the flat, stone parts of one of the beaches of the island. It would have been easier with the dragons to help us, but they were too busy playing tug-of-war with a log.
“Is it here?” Astrid asked as she paused for a moment. She was barefoot and her feet were covered in dried black paint. She was about to paint Toothless' red tail fin. Normally she would have used her hands but, Astrid being the rebellious mind that she is, decided to make things a bit more fun and used her feet.
“A bit to the right,” I replied as I looked at the sketch I'd done of the sign.
“Here?”
“Yep.”
She headed towards the bucket of red paint. Some of the wing was still wet though and she slipped, covering her spiked skirt in black paint. I laughed and headed towards her, only to have my prosthetic slip as well, making me land on top of her.
If this had of happened five years ago, I would have immediately got up and muttered my apologies. But then again, our relationship five years ago was nothing more than a few kisses. It was safe to say that we'd advanced when it came to contact.
I leaned my elbows to each side of her head, looking into her crystal-clear blue eyes, her looking into my emerald-green ones.
“How did I get the most beautiful girl on Berk?” I asked out loud.
“The same reason I got the cleverest boy.”
I leaned in, my lips meeting hers. This was the third kiss I'd initiated. The first was in the forge when I had caught her off-guard, the second was after the battle between Toothless and Drago's Bewilderbeast.
Suddenly, a loud noise broke our kiss. I got up and looked into the distance, where a line of black smoke could clearly be seen against the white of the clouds.
“Toothless!” I called, and the Night Fury immediately appeared from the small wood on the island, followed by Stormfly, who was still carrying the log they were playing with.
“What's that?” Astrid wondered.
“I don't know,” I replied. “Let's go have a closer look.”

I ship each of them with two of my OC's