The tree's are lush, and sway in the breeze, dancing to the rythym of the wind. Even though the forest is muddy, dangerous, and mysterious it's still home.

"HICCUP" Stoick boomed

Oh. . .that's my father. Stoick the vast. He hates when I go out alone but he might want to get used to my misheviousness.

"There you are son" he says with a worried tone and out of breath. "Ah, so I see you and your dragon friend are having some alone time in the forest."

When he says "your dragon" he means toothless, my Night Fury. The "unholy offspring of lightning and death itself". We Berkians have come a long way in out methods. Especially my father, I never thought I would live to see the day when he finally was at peace with the dragon's.

I nod in approval to his statement. His Jade colored eyes meet my forest green eyes and we smile at eachother. Ever since the "Red-Death Incident" everything has gotten much better for everyone. Especially me. I never thought that my father could be so caring and. . .well. . .fatherly. Everyone made me feel like an outcast, I was always alone. That is, until I met toothless, my best friend.

"Your just like your mother" he suggests "Always 'lovin tuh be out 'an about. But it would be nice to know why it is you love it out here so much?" He questions.

I know it'll hurt him if I actually do say this. But when he gets me to actually tell him what I'm feelin I can't lie about, he always know when I'm lying. I guess that counts as a good thing?

Well. . . I thought to myself

When I walk into this forest, I'm free to be who I really am, the grass, the trees and everything here can't criticize me. . .there are no hurtful people or words here. . . It's remote, safe, and now? It's where I found my best friend. I scratch toothlesses head as I think of something to say to my father.

Mostly for my comfort though. It's uncomfortable to share my feelings with my father, he wasn't the best to me growing up. But now we are trying to mend our relationship, it's tough to get used to someone you thought hated you for 14 years. . .

I could tell my father felt pained and guilty as I hesitated to open up to him, but I know now that whatever happens, whatever I do, and wherever we go, he will always be there for me and I will be there for him.

"Let's go home, shall we son?" My father said sticking out his large, hard working, calloused hand. He knew that I wasn't opting to talk about it today. But he knows that I don't trust easily, so he won't push me to give him an answer

I grabbed ahold of it and gingerly replied back "yeah. . .lets go now"

I smiled all the way we walked home, with toothless and my father next to me every step of the way.

This is my family and my home. . .it's hurt, healed, loved and broken. . .it's perfect for me. . .it's perfect for us- all of us. I know for a fact that I'm Still Loved.