Strange Occurrences

This might seem common to you, but I have been having strange dreams. Mostly things that seem impossible but later come true. For example: a week ago I dreamed that the moon would go dark, almost like it was being eaten by the night. It did that last night. Hiccup, Mom, Astrid and I were out for a night flight when our dragons suddenly landed and stared up at the moon, growling slightly. When the moon went dark, Toothless did what Darrien did: howled and screamed at the night sky, demanding it "spit the moon out!"

I Might Have Been a Bit Rushed

Sorry about yesterday if I seemed to be rushing things, everyone. I was just in shock a bit.

Two Revelations

I am currently unable to type this. Herby is acting as my secretary-dragon because my hands are shaking so badly I can't even begin to do much more than pace and talk. When we were attacked last night, Thorjul the Newcomer went to the front lines without any weapons or armor. He almost died when a strange new weapon began attacking us, killing a young girl whom Herby had taken a keen liking to.
 Nothing we did could destroy it. He threw himself in front of the creature and said something like, "Brother, your quarrel is with me. Leave these mortals alone." I wasn't close enough to hear everything, but when it clubbed him square in the chest I heard my own scream before I launched myself at the metal beast. I shot an arrow into a chink in its armor, but it didn't do much good. It shrugged its massive shoulders and the arrow fell through to its feet, which seemed to be completely hollow.
Here's where things get really weird: After batting me aside, and stalking toward Thorjul, a rumbling was heard, almost like distant thunder. Suddenly he sat up, pushed Hiccup aside and held a hand out. The hammer that had been resting in my fields flew to his hand, coating him instantly in armor, the likes of which no one had ever seen before.
That's when it hit me: The hammer is Thor's hammer, and the newcomer is Thor! I was almost too stunned to do anything but gawk. With a hefty swing like what Dad would have done, he dismantled the metal-man, reducing him to a pile of scraps. He extended a hand to me and helped me to my feet. Then he said this little tidbit: "You have shown remarkable bravery. Your name shall be sung in honor in Valhalla, something we almost never do when someone still lives."
I managed, somehow, to get out, "T-thank you, Thor."

Making Progress

Well, I suppose I do have a few things to be grateful for. The first and foremost being that the newcomer has begun to learn that it's not okay to order people around, especially if it's not your job. Also, he's learned the basic table manners: saying please and thank you, using a knife and fork instead of his hands and fingers, wiping his mouth with a napkin instead of his forearm, and not breaking his dishes when he is finished with them.
Another thing I have to be grateful for is the fact that I have secondary and tertiary fields for my farm, otherwise we'd have a slim year this year. The frost is coming earlier than normal, or so the elders have declared, and all the food that I have that's ready for harvest is being stored for winter.

Continued Research

After my discovery yesterday, several people stepped up to try again, but aside from getting pulled muscles and strained backs, nothing happened to the hammer. I have yet to try to lift it, but I'm not sure if I want to. No one knows what happens to those who go to Valhalla or Asgard when they are not invited or killed. I, to be frank, do not with to find out.
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It's around midnight and I can't sleep. I can't help but go over the words I read on the hammer. You can only see the inscription if you look closely at certain angles. I think I'm going to wake Darrien up and go for a midnight flight to clear my head and think things over.
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We're under attack! Berserker sail! I have to warn Hiccup, immediately.

A Ground-Shaking Discovery

I noticed some writing on the side of the object, pictured in the "Investigative Drawing" section of this blog. I translated as best I could.
"May he who has the might of Thor bear this weapon." This further supports my theory that the hammer itself is Thor's hammer! If I'm right, this could change the Viking world as we know it.

A Theory

I've got a theory about both the strange object, and the strange newcomer. It's more of a hypothetical idea than anything else, but: What if the hammer is Thor's hammer, and the newcomer is Thor? What if he was just being taught a lesson that only the gods could provide? It would make sense, as he walks around like he has a stick up his - ow!- Herby just tail-whipped my knuckles for almost writing that. Anyways, let me explain:
He walks like he owns everything he sees, earning a few glares from the villagers, who are protective of their things, he orders people around like he's Chief, which earns him a glare from either Hiccup or me, and he smacks dragons aside when they're helping with something or other. Whenever he hits a dragon, even lightly, he gets a tail-whip from Herby, who follows him around regularly. He's in my tree-lab right now, and I'm trying, operative word being trying, to teach him manners. It's even harder than teaching Herby to speak Norse, which took me an entire year.
The villagers have taken to calling him Thorjul (Thor-yul), which is the only thing he responds to. And he just broke a prized invention, but Herby slapped him again so I feel a bit better.