Hey everyone.
Sorry for the late update, ive been having a rough couple of weeks. Id lost my job recently and have been really depressed. So much so that I just couldn't find it in me to write anything for a while.
I did thankfully find another job but im still kinda in a funk as I try to move on and get my bills and everything straightened out. It was just my luck that I lose my job right around the time all my bills are due together. And if that wasn't enough to bring me down my alarm clock decided not to go off this morning and I wound up being late to my new job that ive only had for 3 days, the boss told me that it was okay, and to just come back when we open again on Tuesday but I feel like absolute shit and I know I look EXTREAMLY bad missing a day like this when ive been working there for less than a week and on a Saturday no less. This just makes me even more depressed.

While im glad I have this new job, and that I can continue to do the thing I love most, I just feel overwhealmed. I got fired from my dream job doing what I loved on top of having really great benifeits less than two weeks ago, get hired on somewhere else with the luck of still being able to do what I love but having only been working for 3 days there, oversleeping and missing today, and all of my bills are due withn just a few days of each other and im completely broke.

*sighs* can you understand why ive not been in much of a writing mood?

Anyway, enough venting, this here isn't a real chapter. This is just a little something extra that's going to be thrown in here and there every once in awhile, just to give you all a little more insight into what Stoick and maybe even some of the other villagers are thinking and feeling about his absence. Hope you guys enjoy it.

-LETTERS TO HICCUP 1-

Hiccup,
It's been quite a while since we've last seen each other, even before you ran away. I honestly can't believe you actually have run away. No matter how bad things got around here for some reason it never crossed my mind that you actually –would- run away. I know you had it rough son, and I know I never helped to ease your burden even though I should have. I realize now that I was never a very good father to you and now I can't even tell you that I'm sorry. And I AM sorry Hiccup. But I'm more than sorry, I'm also angry. I don't know which I am more. Angry or sorry.

I'm sorry I was never there when you needed me to be, I'm sorry that I was so hard on you and that I would embarrass you and humiliate you in front of the entire village. I'm sorry I never listened when you spoke, never comforted you when you were scared or said. I'm sorry that I hurt you. But most of all Hiccup, I'm sorry that I made you think you were unloved. Because you're not. I DO love you Hiccup. You're my son, my world, and my heart. I love you so much son, so much that it can even hurt sometimes. There is nothing more important in my life than you, and I'm sorry I failed to realize that sooner, before all this happened.

I'm angry you ran away, I'm angry you befriend a dragon. A dragon Hiccup! The devils that destroy our village on a regular basis. The demons that have killed hundreds of our people! They steal our food, destroy families, and make our lives a living Hel! They killed your mom Hiccup! They tore our family apart and destroyed our lives! I watched helplessly as your mother was carried off screaming for me to save her and I couldn't! I couldn't Hiccup! Can you not understand that?! The great and powerful Stoick the vast, your father! And I was completely helpless as your mother was carried off to her death, and you! You have the nerve to befriend the very creatures that killed! The thought of it just fills me with so much rage, and anger, and hurt.

I'm hurt Hiccup and I don't understand. How could you do it? How could you toss aside 300 years of Viking belief and tradition to befriend the creatures that killed your own mother? I wish I could understand what was going through your mind when you made this choice. Was life here at the village really so bad that you actually preferred the dragons over your own people? Your own family?

I don't know what to do Hiccup, what to think or feel. You're my son, HER son, but you chose the dragons. You broke our laws. Betrayed us, for them. And now I'm forced to choose between being a father, and being a chief.

Do I tell the village what you did and make you an enemy, to be destroyed on site, or forever banished and exiled from Berk. Or do I keep it a secret, and just let everyone think you simply ran away. To be outlawed for three years before you're allowed to come back.

The truth is, I just don't know. The chief in me wants to rage and scream and banish you never to return, but the father in me…just wants to you come back. I want you to be here, with me, where I can protect you. Where I know you'll be safe.

This ….this is one of the hardest things I've ever had to go through. Wondering day in and day out if you're okay, if you're safe, if you're even alive.

Oh Hiccup, My son, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Please come home.

Stoick


And there's the first letter.
These letters don't really move the plot along. There're just little extras.
If you all have someone you would like to see "write" a letter to Hiccup, let me know and I'll see what I can do about making one.

Hopefully I'll get out of this funk soon and get back to writing more, actual chapters.