Life Has It's Own Plans

Chapter 7: Meeting of the Chiefs

Stoick didn't think Astrid and the others would be gone for so long. It has been almost two weeks since they set sail to find his long lost son. The news shocked Stoik so much. Finding out his only son was still alive, and had a daughter scared him. He didn't even know what to think.

The rumors that had been passed by several Traders about some dragon king worried Stoick. That's why this meeting of the chiefs was called. None of the vikings knew how to react to this. Somebody living in peace with the dragons seemed like a myth to the Viking Chief. That peace was possible with the dragons seemed like a lie. Stoick had more than one reason to hate dragons. He had very big doubts that dragons are more than just demons sent by Hela.

The chiefs haven't had a meeting in years ever since the last one. It was 30 years ago since the last meeting and it would be a lie if any of the chiefs would say they weren't scared. A madman with no conscious or care slaughtered all the chiefs at that meeting but one. Stoick.
That's why none of the chiefs wanted to meet up for another meeting. It was just too risky. But know? The chiefs had to come together to talk about this dragon king. If he was an enemy or friend. It was no doubt that this dragon king was now the strongest tribe. He had dragons working for him, for Thors sake! Plus, they had to discuss if peace was possible with the dragons. Something his wife had always said. But Stoick was never good at change.

Stoick stood on the cliff of Berk that overlooked the ocean. In the distance arrived a few ships that Stoick already knew. The first one was the Meatheads ship. The large sturdy ship sailed forceful in the waters. Stoick never really liked the Meatheads chief, or the tribe really. The chief of Meathead was stubborn, violent and very loud. Mogadon was his name.

The second ship belonged to the Bog Burglars. They were a feisty tribe. Filled with thieves, whores, and liars. Stoick had nothing against an all women tribe, but he disliked their ways. Bog Burglars seemed to prey on mens, and womens weaknesses and expose them. Often stealing anything they can get their hands on. Their Chieftesses name was Big Boobed Bertha.

As the ships were getting closer to the docks another one made its way into Stoick's vision. The Hysterical Tribe. The chief to that tribe was never kind to Hiccup. But then again neither was Stoick. Norbert the Nutjob was the chief of that tribe.

Stock sighed. This was not going to be fun. He did not like most of these people, but the meeting was needed. Chiefs do not feel pain, any kind of it, Stoick thought as he walked down the docks with his greatest friend Gobber, the village Blacksmith. Stoick met with Berta first. She hadn't changed much. Though he had a feeling she still loved to steal.

"Bertha, it's nice to see you again. The me-" But Stoick didn't get a chance to finish before Bertha raised her hand.

"Oh Stoick! Cut the greetings! Lets just go! By the way, Cami won't be coming right away. She was held up on a mission." Bertha said while making her way to the Great Hall. Mogadon laughed.

"Well Stoick, she asn't changed as 'e? And look at you! Still fat I see! Haha, this is gonna be fun." Mogadon followed Bertha making some comment that made her punch him. Stoick already felt his blood boil.

"Hello old man!" Norbert said, his voice laced with mokerary. "For once Berk don't look like Helium. It's a start." Norbert walked with the others. Stoick huffed and turned to Gobber.
"Well this is gonna be terrible! Thank Thor I'm not the Chief! Good luck old friend!" Gobber said walking up the ramp.

"Thank you Gobber!" Stoick replied, rolling his eyes. Then he noticed Gobbers face. It was pale with fear, his eyes wide. They were looking towards the sea. Stoick turned around and saw six vesicles. All of them were bigger than the traditional viking longboat. Except for three. Those three were massive. Armored and weaponized. Dragons sat on the deck and some flew around the ships. Stoick's eyes widened. Villagers and the other chiefs ran to the chiff side to see what was happening. But that wasn't all. People flew down from the sky, silver, sharp wings on their backs. There were about five of them in silver armor. They looked like Valkyries coming down from Valhalla.
A woman landed in front of Stoick. Her teal eyes sharp and alert. She had orange hair and tan skin. Her wings folding behind her. She smiled.