Slowly, the Night Fury nods. He enjoys the increased pressure from Blake leaning on him. It feels more like Berk, like Hiccup collapsing on him after another long day spent in the blacksmith's. The dragon rumbles, because it doesn't seem that long ago that he arrived.

And yet, it's been almost a year, hasn't it? A natural progression of seasons.

This place is starting to feel more like home than anywhere else.