Warning for some slight written gore ahead. Addendum 2-4 are going to be about as bad as things get, gore wise. Just so you guys are prepared :)

This entry also references one of my earliest httyd stories, Impossible Decision. You don't have to read that one to understand anything, but it's there.


Addendum 2

I suppose I should explain some things, while I'm the one writing in this book. First off… I just want to address this specifically to you, Hiccup: don't apologize for anything you wrote in here. Even if it hurt to read… it's all true, and I needed to face that truth.

And now, to get some feelings off my own chest.

It's been not but six hours since we returned home. Things are not looking good… The Night Fury (I know Hiccup called it by a name, but I can't remember what) saved him. But it did it the only way it could think of, and unfortunately… that led to something rather irreversible. When we found Hiccup and the dragon, I was just overjoyed to hear my son's heartbeat, after a nervewracking moment of silence. But then, Gobber brought my attention to something much more serious.

It appears that the only way the dragon could catch him was with its teeth… and the moment I saw the damage, I knew it was a matter of life or death. Hiccup's lower left leg had been badly broken, then torn up at the ankle by his dragon's teeth. I knew the moment I saw it that there was no chance of saving it. So, I yelled for a healer. Astrid ran forward, asking what happened, and Gobber told her to stay back, and get everyone to search for a ship that hadn't been burned in the fight. Once they were occupied, he knelt down beside me, asking me to lay Hiccup down. He cut some rope from Hiccup's dragon and told me to tie it just above the worst of the injury, so we could slow the bleeding and hopefully save as much as possible. I did as he asked, feeling as though it was all a dream, because this couldn't be happening, not to Hiccup, not to my SON. I took off my cloak and wrapped it around him, and all the while, the Night Fury just… laid there. Its eyes were closed, as if it couldn't bear to look, as if it felt… guilty. I didn't know dragons had feelings…

One of my men called out that they'd found a ship on the other side of the island, and I got up, holding Hiccup close and hurrying as fast as I could toward the ship.

I boarded all the healers we'd brought, as well as the Night Fury and Astrid (since she was the only person it seemed to trust), and we started sailing.

I knew about a quarter of the way through that we wouldn't make it to Berk.

All the color had drained from Hiccup's face, and his breathing had become rushed and uneven. My cloak was still wet with blood despite our efforts to stop it, and I knew we had no choice. We'd have to take his leg on the boat.

I told the healers this, and they got to work. What happened… will haunt me forever. The sheer trauma of it all was enough to pull Hiccup from unconsciousness, and there was nothing I could do to help him. His cries cut deep into my soul, and from the corner of the boat, I could hear the Night Fury in just as much anguish. After a minute, everything fell silent, and I turned to see not a single person move. The few non-healers on board just watched, faces grim, and the dragon was curled into itself, wings covering its head. And there was nothing I could do. The rest of the trip was silent. Not even Gobber said a word. I made my way to the Night Fury shortly before we docked, and asked for its forgiveness. It didn't make a sound, but its eyes were big and filled with pain, and when I put a hand out to it… it pressed into my touch for just a moment. I figured that meant SOMETHING… so I spent the last bit of the voyage with Hiccup in my arms. The second we got back, I rushed him to Gothi, so she could get some medicine into him. But still, I fear it won't be enough. Half a day without proper treatment… I'm afraid Hiccup won't make it.

I'll just keep praying he does. I don't want him to join his mother just yet.

-StV