A Little Bit Of Fate

The Fate is twisted
It draws you in and quickly
It can't be trusted

Yet on an island
In cold Scandinavian
Fate will take it's course

A boy with a dream
Meets a dragon with a good soul
realising peace

The pair start rocky
But form an amazing bond
So yes it begins

They both face trouble
Fate is not always the cause
But strive for success

It starts with a fish
Then a simple gentle touch
Then moves to the sky

One viking witness
Terrified by what she sees
Runs back to the chief

Betrayed by his Kin
The boy is distraught and scared
His own father? Why?

The judgment stands tall
And the boy's fate decided
So the pair escape

They strive for better
A life of freeness awaits
Restrained no longer

Life won't be easy
For they still face challenges
Queen ever so large

Teeth bigger than boats
A body bests a mountain
Fire that packs a punch

What happens in war
Will not tear the two apart
It will unite them

Bound by loyalty
And lets not forget friendship
They will search for more

For what got them here
It is nothing short of Fate 
And a little luck

But the good thing is
That fate is like a clay clump.
You mould it to please

yes what helps them is
Quite A Little Bit Of Fate
But it is their fate.

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Hiccup's POV.
It's been a month since the Berk raid now and unfortunately Toothless and I are still living on the island near the Red Death's nest. Ugh, it's annoying. I know we'd rather be miles away, but we HAVE to help the dragons enslaved. It's taking longer then you think to come up with a good plan.

On a good note, with the leather I managed to make a little saddlebag so it's easier for me to carry things when riding Toothless, such as my spear or some fish.

I also used the left over leather to repair my riding harness from where it was getting torn, and I improved Toothless' saddle by stripping it down so it's way lighter—we can fly faster. Of course the spear now has an actual spear head. I only ever use it for fishing.

Toothless and I have helped to raid Outcast Island again and we also raided another nearby tribe last week. Soon we will be going back to Berk, to raid. Which I dread. I hate all of this, to be honest.

I often try not to think of what we're doing, when we join in on the raids. But I'm overwhelmed with guilt at the thought that I'm just encouraging the queen to continue in her slavery, and I'm taking from Viking tribes that know no better. But with Berk? I don't really feel a LOT of guilt. Sure, sometimes, but I also have a deep hatred for, and maybe even fear of, that place that I can't shake. But whether I like it or not, I have family there. Even if we don't get along. Blood is blood. Even if all my blood relations are jackasses. Excuse my language.