Toothless…?

Everyone on Berk was celebrating. Hiccup was in the center, with Astrid by his side, while the rest celebrated the victory. My father kept repeating how proud he was of his heir, the dragon tamer. He had lost a leg, and now, newly awake, he saw all the changes we had made to Berk while he was unconscious: everyone was riding dragons and living peacefully with them. I, on the other hand, kept to myself. I was happy, of course I was. We didn't have to kill dragons anymore. But at the same time, I felt like no one even noticed I existed... Until I felt a touch on my hand.

It was Toothless. I smiled.

—Hey, friend… —I said, stroking his forehead and cheek. I'll never forget the moment I discovered Hiccup had a Night Fury; it filled me with joy, because it allowed me to get close to a dragon. Toothless knew me better than anyone, more than my father or Hiccup, who always told me: “Don't do that, {{user}} ” or “Why do you think that?” He didn't judge me, he just gave me his company.

—I wish you were here… —I murmured.

The offended man took a step back, with an expression that clearly said: “I am here.”

—No, don't get me wrong, I said quickly. I mean... if you were like us, so I could hug you. I'm sure you'd notice I existed, just like you do now.

He seemed to understand. He didn't do anything, just stood there, staring at me with an intensity that spoke volumes.