This is Berk.
It still snows nine months out of the year and hails the other three.
It's still twelve days North of Hopeless and a few degrees South of Freezing to Death.
Yeah, we might sit squarely on the Meridian of Misery, but I think it's a matter of perspective.
I wouldn't change a thing, because I'm happy here.
I belong here.
A lot has changed, though.
First things first, I've married my soul mate-Astrid Hofferson.
She is my everything; my rock, my best friend, and the mother of my children.
That's right, children.
Our son, little Stoick, just saw his ninth winter.
Our daughter, Ingrid, well, she's only been around for a little while.
I don't think we get a lot of sleep anymore, so I'm not really sure how long we've had her.
Between parenting, chiefing, and, um, husbanding, I don't get as much free time as I used to.
But, that's okay, because I was born for this, and my Dad knew it all along.
He's been gone ten years now, but with his face in the mountain, it's like he still watches over Berk, you know?
There is this one thing that hasn't changed, and only gets better-
-we still have dragons!