I wonder how many people have thought the way that I do, feel the way that I do. I sigh. I'm guessing a lot of them.

I've begun hanging around the teens more and more frequently, getting closer to them. I guess it helps that I work in the smithy and they frequently need their weapons either sharpened or checked-up on.

Astrid is very beautiful, most probably the prettiest teen on the island. My cousin is very reckless, again, most likely the most reckless teen on the island. I smile, no there's a very good chance that that's be either Tuffnut or Ruffnut, then again, he and Tuffnut are best-friends so go figure.

Personally, I feel as though I get along best with Fishlegs.

Him and I both share a profound love for reading and knowledge. We both spend quite a bit of time at the library. It's pretty rare for Vikings to have libraries, usually our folk don't get along with books, but as I learn more and more each day, Berk is no ordinary Viking island.

I have invited them over to my house for a small gathering in three days, I am personally very nervous.

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Call me what you want. A quitter, a disgrace. I deserve it, I deserve the hate. Every last drop of it.

I've given up searching for my brother. That's right, I said it.

Weeks of searching the archipelago, I. Give. Up.

If Furious doesn't want to be found I can't force him, but I also can't go on playing his childish games for the rest of my life. Selfish as it sounds I'm rather relieved that he's gone.

I know he wasn't kidnapped for sure, there are no signs anywhere on the island that suggest a struggle of any kind, let alone sorcery. This is Furious throwing a temper tantrum and flying off.

I sigh as I walk back to the house. First time in over a month. I am thin, pale, and my hair has grown so long one might mistake me, paired with my slight frame and short height, for a girl.

My father blinks. "Hiccup?" he says, "Son, where've you been."

There are tears in my eyes but there is also fierce determination not to let Furious win. "Looking for my friend, sir. I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

He blinks and nods. "OK, son."

I trudge up the stairs filthy and smelling like a barn which, to tell you the truth, isn't much different to how people smell here anyways.

I change into a different top and lie down on my bed. I groan in ecstasy, it's been ages since I've had something even close to this nice. My sweet, lovely mattress of goatskin filled with chicken feathers.

After a short nap I go down to dinner. The sun has begun to set and the others are there setting up. Chucklehead smiles at me and gives me a hug. Thugheart just scowls at me like he's pissed off I came home alive and says. "You're back."

I nod and help set up.

It's not that I didn't eat much during my search, but a nice, hot meal in a cosy atmosphere was way more than what I could have asked for. I shudder remembering some of what happened during my search for my brother. No, a nice meal was definitely too much to have asked for back then.

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I smile as I walke into the cove. Wodensfang is sleeping. "I'll be back soon," I whisper. "I promise."

I walk and I walk as the thick greenery of the woods begins to ensnare me. I turn back, there is no exit, merely a thick, green wall.

It all feels surreal, like some weird, twisted dream. I pinch myself to make sure and find that no, I'm not dreaming. I head out in search of my first destination. The tavern of Asterdah.

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