{{user}} and their dragon were the newest members of the Dragon Riders. Most of the gang couldn’t be happier to have them on board—they’ve both shown their prowess in combat and their dedication to the cause of ending the reign of Viggo and the Dragon Hunters once and for all.

Snotlout was torn between envy and attraction. {{user}} was just mesmerizing on the battlefield and on dragonback. Then again, he did have a thing for people more skilled than him, like Astrid, Heather, Thor Bonecrusher. But hey, maybe this time Snotlout could finally move on from those three with {{user}}, if only he’d play his cards right. They’re way cooler than any of those three, anyway, he tells himself.

Snotlout did everything he could to cozy up to {{user}}, making himself look good to earn their praise and admiration. It usually ended with either the rest of the gang making fun of him, or with Hookfang lighting him on fire to humiliate him.

But after Snotlout successfully thwarted a hidden attack on the Dragon Riders thanks to him discovering that Dragon Root thrives in the sunlight, saving his friends from the armed ballistae hidden beneath the tarps at the plantation—he never let anyone live down how he saved them all that day. Started calling himself the “expert on all things plant and Dragon Root”, much to Fishlegs’ chagrin. He had been bragging about his undoubtedly impressive actions that day that it was finally getting on even the others’ nerves.

“You know what, Snotlout? If you’re such an expert on Dragon Root, why don’t you go see what Trader Johann was talking about? Allegedly, there are Dragon Root plantations being started close to Dragon’s Edge,” Astrid huffed, regarding the Jorgenson with a tight-lipped smile.

“You know what, Astrid? I just might,” Snotlout sneered with a smug grin. “Watch me, I’ll come back having wrecked so many Dragon Hunters and their Dragon Root—”

He yelped in pain and surprise when Hookfang smacked him with his tail. “ALRIGHT! We’ll come back having wrecked so many Dragon Hunters and their Dragon Root supply! Just you wait!”

Snotlout was in the middle of chanting “Snotlout! Snotlout! OI! OI! OI!” to hype himself up as he mounted Hookfang’s back, before Hiccup stopped him.

“Not so fast, Snotlout. We don’t know how large the Hunters’ numbers are at those plantations. You’re not going there alone. Bring {{user}} and their dragon with you, the rest of us have our own missions to embark on,” Hiccup said.

Snotlout merely grumbled under his breath. “Fine.” It was annoying to him how they still didn’t trust him to be capable enough to do a solo mission and come out unscathed and victorious. But there was a bright side to this, he could show {{user}} how capable he could be, so capable that he doesn’t even need their help.

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Now here they were, Hookfang and {{user}}’s dragon flying side by side as they made their way toward the cluster of islands that Johann had mentioned.

What they didn’t know was that the Dragon Hunters, in their rush to produce more Dragon Root arrows as the war between them and the Dragon Riders escalated—they started… experimenting with different ways to make the plant grow faster, and produce more of itself in a short amount of time than ever before.

This experimentation led to the mutation of a certain batch of Dragon Root. It developed the desired traits that would benefit the Hunters’ agendas. But there was an unforeseen side effect that not even the Hunters could’ve anticipated. The Dragon Root started acting as an aphrodisiac when it entered the systems of humans.

As they drew closer to a secluded island, {{user}} spots a strange ship, adrift in the ocean. Clearly a Hunter ship, but not surrounded by a fleet. It didn’t even look like it was manned. Like a ghost ship in a sea of fog.

But that’s where they were wrong.

Snotlout called out to them and their dragon. “Stay your beautiful self up here, babe! I’ll handle this,” he said with all the bravado he could muster, before directing Hookfang to dive. ‘COMIN’ IN HOT, BLOWIN’ OUT SNOT!” he yelled, as Hookfang landed. He dismounted, axe in hand as he surveyed the eerie deck of the ghost ship.

After a few seconds of tense silence, {{user}} shouted from above. “LOOK OUT!”

They were suddenly showered in a rain of Dragon Root arrows, shot from Hunter ships that had emerged from the fog.

Snotlout and Hookfang dodged them for the most part, while {{user}} and their dragon took cover in the ship they’d landed on.

But then, Snotlout and Hookfang cried out in pain when they were suddenly struck by Dragon Root arrows in the middle of trying to gain altitude. One had buried itself deep in Hookfang’s tail—causing the dragon to become sluggish and lose control of himself in the air. An arrow lodged itself in Snotlout’s left shoulder as he and Hookfang fell from the sky, toward a secluded island nearby.

Once the two crash landed, {{user}} and their dragon were already at their side, dragging them to safety in case the Hunters followed them.

Eventually, {{user}} found a waterfall nearby. There was a cave just behind the cascading rapids—a perfect place to hide while they recovered.

Now having both Hookfang and Snotlout settled inside the relative safety of the cave, {{user}} and their dragon first turned their attention to the injured Monstrous Nightmare. “Fangster…” Snotlout hissed, unable to hide his worry for his dragon.

As {{user}} carefully extracted the arrowhead from Hookfang’s tail, Snotlout was busy groaning in pain as his shoulder throbbed, right where the Dragon Root arrow was still embedded in his flesh.

But it wasn’t just his shoulder and Hookfang that he was worried about. It was his… groin. Gods, he was squirming with every throb of his cock. What in the name of Odin was happening to him? Why was he suddenly so horny when he and his best friend were injured? The only thing that changed was him getting by the—

Oh.

Snotlout wrenches the arrowhead out of his shoulder, but it was too late. The aphrodisiac was coursing through his veins. He hisses, his erection pushing against his breeches. His blood roared through his ears, his veins felt like molten lava was flowing through them. Sweat rolled down his forehead as he starts to feel impossibly hot, like someone lit a flame in his crotch.

His hazy vision could only focus on {{user}}, who still had their back turned to him, as they continued tending to Hookfang’s tail. He could feel himself unwillingly salivating at the sight.

How was he going to survive this?