Dear Diary,
Thor almighty. So, remember how I told you that I had named the dragon that I found Toothless? Well, Toothless and I have become great friends since then and I've even learned to fly him! I made a saddle and even a new tailfin for him so he can fly again. I made a harness for myself and after quite a few very unsuccessful test runs, I was finally able to get into the air and not have a near death experience. Gobber once told me that a downed dragon is a dead dragon and I absolutely couldn't have that happen to Toothless. So, with the help of my inventing skills, the Nightfury is back in the sky. For the past few weeks, I've been making up lame excuses to get out of whatever I was doing at the time and sneaking off to ride him. It's the best feeling in the world. I finally have a friend. A friend who isn't there only when I need him but one who's there constantly. I just wish that I could bring him into the village but if I did, Toothless would get killed and I would be banished (as I mentioned earlier.) I'm currently sitting against his warm body, feeling it vibrate as he breathes. He's asleep and I'm sitting in a good five inches of snow (that was even AFTER I made myself a little nest) and writing. The snow is still falling and staining the pages but I don't care. I honestly can't remember a time when I've been this happy. I have everything that I could ever want right here on Berk. Strange, isn't it, how things change so quickly? I never, EVER, would have thought that I could be truly happy on this pathetic excuse for an island but here I am, leaning up against a huge Nightfury who hasn't tried to swallow me whole or bite my head off AND I got a new diary after Snotlout drenched my old one in a water trough. (The pages are still readable but they're so wrinkled that I can't write on them anymore.) This new diary is even nicer than the first. It's leather and I inscribed my name onto the front with a hot iron bar. Toothless tried to eat it at first, thinking that it was some kind of meat but he spit it out (thank Odin) after I yelled at him. Like I said, my yelling needs improvement because when I told him to drop it, my voice sort of cracked and did this high-pitch squeaky thing. Toothless started roaring which I think was his version of a laugh. And for the love of Thor, he was laughing hard I actually think he started crying. He laid down on the ground and rolled onto his back. It was really hard not to start laughing too. If anyone would have seen us, they would have though I had completely lost it. I was clutching my side from laughing so hard and Toothless was on his back, feet in the air. Finally, he dropped the diary onto my head and a disgusting trail of slobber followed, all the way down my front. (Speaking of drool, a big glob just fell out of the side of his mouth and onto my head. Eww.) Anyways, the other day, Toothless and I were flying through some gentle snow when I saw Astrid on the beach below. I was glad that the clouds were so low because I had to pull up into them quick. She must have seen our shadow though because she looked up into the sky with a confused look on her face. Then, she ran after where she thought we had gone. Toothless and I doubled back and went the way we had came. Thank Thor she didn't see us or I would have been a dead man and there would have been a dead dragon next to me. After deciding that that didn't sound like fun at all, we flew back to the secret spot where Toothless lives. But, after the second and final close call like that, I've been being more careful. Take yesterday for instance. I misjudged where I was going since the clouds were so low and grey and ended up flying right over the village. I was so scared that someone would see us and I pulled up into the clouds as fast as I could. I just pray that no one saw us. So, I have to go now on account of the fact that Toothless just woke up and wants food. If I don't go now, he just might bite my head off from hunger. (He has to eat almost every hour or he makes this face at you and growls. He makes it look like he's starving to death. What a little punk, right?) Anyways, I'll write again as soon as I can but for now, I have to put down my pencil and go feed my whiny dragon.
-Hiccup H.H. III