See You in Valhalla

My Best Friend

"There were dragons when I was a boy."

Realisation hits me, as I watch the all too familair shape of a Night Fury that I have grown to know so well over the last few years, slowly disappear into the sunset.

This is it. I am losing my best friend. Forever.

My best friend.

I've lost Toothless once before, but this time, he isn't coming back. That I just know.

I feel my legs give out from underneath me, as I sink to my knees, sobbing. Yes, the Chief of Berk is sobbing. And, I couldn't care less. I've given so much to the world around me, and this  is how it pays me back? By taking away the thing I love the most?

I let the tears stream down my face, as I look up into the sky. Toothless is just a mere speck in the distance now, flying towards the sun, which suddenly looks so welcoming compared to the hell we live in now. I know he is heading towards the other dragons. To save them. After all, the alpha protects them all. 

I know he isn't coming back. I get  that. But, why does life have to be such a cruel mistress?

My mind aimlessly wanders, as I watch my soulmate fly further and further away. Something inside is screaming at me to stop him. But, my heart tells me the opposite. I haven't cried since the day my father died. Losing loved ones has become all too familar in my family. At least I still have my mother and Astrid.

Never again would I soar through the sky, letting all my troubles leave me for a while. Never again will I wake up covered in dragon slobber. Oh, how I hated that! But now, I would do anything to get that back. 

Never again would Astrid and I go on a beautiful moonlit flight, with Toothless and Stormfly dancing through the clouds. I will never hear Snotlout screaming at Hookfang. Fishlegs will no longer squeal in excitement in discovering a new dragon species and I will never hear the twins yelling in frustration at losing the dragon race. 

All these little things that I took for granted. I never knew how much I loved something, until I lost it. 

Toothless was the last dragon on Berk. And, he was always going to be the last. They're not coming back. I mean, why would they? The war could never be won. 

I know I'm doing the right thing, by letting him go. But, that doesn't take the sting away. The pain burning through my soul can never go away.

That was the hardest goodbye I've ever had to do. And, it will always  be the worst. 

No one can replace Toothless. He was my best friend. 

And, he is  always going to be my best friend. 

Every morning, I'll wake up with a Night Fury shaped hole in my heart. And, every night, I'll go to bed, longing for those big green eyes to blink back at me, just to reassure me that he'll always be there to protect me, no matter what. He will always be by my side, as my partner.

He has saved my life countless of times, and vise versa. But now, there will be no one to catch me when I fall. No one to protect me when I get myself into a dangerous situation (daily occurance). They'll be no one to turn to if the world shuts me out like it used to. 

No, I'm on my own now.

We've fought and won so many battles together. As equals. However, this battle just can't be won. 

I clench my fists together in anger, as I realise mankind's capacity for evil and greed. It is my own species' fault that I am now losing my best friend for good. We are the real monsters here.