sorry about that wait; I started classes again this week.

Whiskerface: sorry to disappoint, but Hiccup's confession to Toothless isn't in this story. If you want to read it, its chapter 13 of my story How to Become a Friend! I just didn't rewrite it in this one because it would be redundant :)


Entry 83

Today is a big day. It's the final day of Training, the day that decides who gets the "privilege" of killing a dragon. And of course, my dad had to make it a million times worse last night.

I was in my workshop at the forge, avoiding going home, when Dad showed up. He scared the crap out of me, too, and I scrambled to try and cover my drawings of Toothless and his saddle. Luckily, my father isn't the most perceptive person on Midgard, and he didn't seem to see anything. He asked me how long I thought I could keep a secret from him, and said we had to talk about that dragon.

My heart sunk. I thought he knew; I thought that I'd been found out, that Toothless was toast and I was on my way to Outcast Island. I started stumbling over my words, only for him to… laugh. Confused, I measured my words carefully, in case he actually DIDN'T know about Toothless. Then, he shoved me playfully (knocking me into a basket, of course) and sang praises (laden with insults). Expectantly, he waited for me to join the conversation, but I couldn't say anything. After a moment of awkward silence, he pulled out a Viking helmet, telling me it was to keep me safe in the Ring. (What he neglected to tell me until I had been admiring the metalwork was that it was half of my mother's breastplate…) Deeply disturbed, I faked a yawn and said I should get going. He agreed, making his way out of the forge and leaving me alone in my thoughts.

Why do things just keep getting worse? Dad is going to be disappointed when I fail in the Ring later… But at least then he won't expect anything of me anymore. That'll be a relief…

Until next time…

-H