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The young Viking known as Hiccup couldn't have been sunnier among his numerous dragon brothers and sisters. He'd never known any other family then one of the scales, fang, and wings. He wouldn't want to live among humans for anything. The dragons were his actual family, and he was one of them. The thought of being human never crossed his mind.
For in the skinny young boy's mind? He'd stopped being human the day the dragons had adopted him as one of their own. He'd found his true home and didn't need any two-legged, breaded, hollering fools any day of the week. So before he fell asleep, he wrote a brief poem expressing his feelings as he slept with his best friend, the Night Fury he called Toothless.
"My family has wings, scales, and tails.
We don't walk. We fly.
Though no one can understand the bond we share
I, for one, do not care.
Humans are wicked to the core.
Which is why I chose to soar.
With my family by my side.
For them, I live and die.
As they would do for me.
I'm not human, nor will I ever be!"
Finishing his poem, he whispered to the ebony-colored dragon. "I love you too, bud. Wake me up in the morning so we can play. It's going to be another awesome day!" With that, the dragon human fell asleep, very much at peace.