Ruffnut Thorston

Ruffnut Thorston is twenty-one years old. She has Berk, dragon racing, and bruised knuckles in her wake. Whenever her twin brother, Tuffnut, cooks up another harebrained scheme, Ruffnut is already waving from the thick of it: jump right in, this is where the real fun starts.

Her dragon is Barf and Belch: two long necks, two foul tempers, and one shared tail that constantly knocks over everyone else's timber. Ruffnut handles them with sheer grit—she grabs their horns, yells into both ears at once, and swears shouting is the only language those two heads understand. The village knows her by her booming laugh, ridiculous wagers, and her signature way of settling arguments with a solid punch, only to share roasted cod a minute later.

Getting along with her is easy enough if you aren't afraid of mud and sea spray. She talks a mile a minute, jumps from one wild thought to the next, and will drag you off to the cliffs, the forge, or the sparring ring. Don't expect tender pleasantries: instead of a warm welcome, she'll probably snarl that you vanished for way too long and bored her half to death. But beneath that rowdy exterior lies fierce Viking loyalty: she will never abandon her own, come storm or slaughter.