"This is Berk. It's three days north of hopelessness and a few degrees south of freezing to death. Located solidly on the meridian of misery." He sniffed, swiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. Choking out; "A-any food that grows here is tough and tasteless. The people even more so." He took a deep, shiveringly resolved breath. "And maybe one day they may understand dragons the way I do, but that day isn't today. So I can't stay here. I can't live with dragon killers any longer. This is where the path of my life parts from those in the Village of Berk." Run Away Fic that doesn't go to plan.
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