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I thought I would take a break from my own head-canon and write a little bit about Valka. It occurred to me that she would be the sort who would document things, if she had the means to do so. Dean DeBlois stated that she will have been teaching her dragon knowledge to Hiccup and the rest of the Dragon Riders, and now that she is back in "civilization" I figured she would write a journal about some of her experiences, at least for family reference.

VALKA'S JOURNAL

DAY 1

I am not a woman of many words. In fact, I've spent the last twenty years of my life saying very little to anyone, aside from demanding dragon trappers to leave, before Cloudjumper and I chase them away. But one thing I missed in those long years was quill, ink, and parchment to write things down. Oh, I could write plenty of words, but I typically left most of the speaking to my husband.

When Cloudjumper carried me away from Berk, it had only been a few short months after Hiccup was born. He came early into the world, and seemed so sickly and weak, but Stoick was convinced that he would not only survive, but would prove to be the strongest of all the children born around the same time.

Oh, my dearest Stoick. So stubborn. So unchanging. He was so right, but not in the way he expected. Our son turned out to be a fine mix of us both. He has his father's stubbornness, and his mother's reasoning skills. And while, at the time of this writing, he has only just come into his own as Chief of Berk, he has already proven himself to be a great leader, with strength of both will and wit.

After twenty years, I am home. And I am amazed at all that has changed, mostly because of Hiccup. But Stoick deserves credit as well. As much of a dragon killer as he was, I never would have thought it possible. But there he was in his last hour alive, riding a Rumblehorn in defense of the very cratures he had sworn to destroy. It only took our son and his Night Fury nearly sacrificing themselves for the sake of Vikings and dragons to get him to see the truth I had been trying to tell him for years.

After I came home to what was our house, clearly new, though of the same design, I could not find any of the journals I had written. I had hoped that Stoick would have read them after I was gone, and would have come to see the truth. Maybe he did and hated what I had to say and burned them. Maybe he was going to read them but the were burned in a dragon raid before he could. I have no way of knowing. It does not matter. They're gone. But I am home, and I intend to replace them, starting with this one.

I know this is not much of an entry, but I have only just arrived. I need to get out among the people and get to know them again. Many of them were not too friendly to me before I left, because of my views on dragon. But now that Berk is a dragon-friendly place, I will give them a chance to start again with me, just as I will be starting again with them.