I am not a monster. I throw my sword out. I slam it into another training dummy I had made. I throw it out. I turn and spin my body. I have to train. I have to kill. I have to be stronger than I ever was. This will not end. They're going to come back. I have to be ready. I have to be stronger than even my dad. 

Toothless looks bored as he draws around me.

"Come on bud, you're making it hard to focus." I say.

He licks my face and shows me his tail.

"Okay, okay, I guess training's over. I'll try to make a new tail for you." I say.

He licks the side of my face. I grab my shirt.

"Hah! Got your parts. Hiccup." Dad smiles.

"Thanks." I say.

"You have a lot of scars." Dad says.

"Yeah... but so do you." I point out.

"It's good. Scars only make you stronger." Dad says.

"Yeah, among other things. I say.

Dad places the parts down.

"I see your training." Dad takes out a sword.

"Are you serious?" I ask.

"By Thor's hand." Dad sayss.

"Okay... but I'm not going easy on you." I say.

"I wouldn't want you to son." Dad smiles.