The Thunder and Lightning Riders

Chapter 26: Whatever You Say, Chief.

??? POV

"This...this is completely insane," one of the councilmen said, shocked. He was the one with a bucket on his head.

"Do you not believe this will work?" I mused. I wasn't exactly worried, mostly because Stoick didn't seem to listen to his councilmen very much. If he did, than it looked like this island would have been run much better. 

"No," the bucket-head spoke. He scratched his forehead.  "It's just a very, different plan."

"You're Vikings, aren't you?" Eyebrows raised, I asked. "It shouldn't be a very difficult plan to execute."

"It just seems like an unnecessary amount of murder," the bucket-head replied, becoming slightly argumentative. 

"Are you scared of some bloodshed?" Gunnar snorted. "That seems pathetic."

"I'm not scared of blood. I'm scared of what they'll do if we go through with this," bucket-head hissed. Oh some of this has already been done. 

"Bucket," the one with black hair groaned. "You really do seem pathetic for being afraid of our enemies."

"They are not our enemies," Stoick reminded the group. He was rubbing the bridge of his nose with his eyes shut. 

"Yeah bucket," the black haired one, Spitelout, spat out pointedly. "Not the enemy."

Bucket, the original objector, threw his hands up and stood. "I will not be standing for this."

"You literally are," I reminded him.

"Regardless," Bucket stuttered. He turned to his chief, "I'm out. I'm not going to help make this decision. It's completely insane."

The man turned and walked straight out of the great hall. My eyes narrowed. "passaðu hann, Gunnar."

My second in command's head snapped at me. "Hér? Í alvöru?"

"ekki drepa hann. gerðu hitt." I nodded curtly, and in response, Gunnar did as well, turning and walking out of the hall. 

"Where 'e goin'?" The blonde fat man, Gobber, demanded.

"Our ship," I replied. "Why? Are you suspicious of us?"

Gobber didn't answer, just taking another swig from his drink. I bit down a scoff.

As long as I could keep Stoick's trust, I had the entire Island in the palm of my hands. "Stoick, what do you think of the plan?"

"If it will work," Stoick murmured gravely. "I will stand by it."

"Splendid," I grinned. "Any objections?"

Silence. Silence. Spitelout was kissing Stoick's behind just so his idiot son could be given a chance as chief again. It was so undignified.

"Stoickâ€"" Gobber started.

"Gobber," Stoick interrupted firmly. "If you don't stand with me, you stand against me. What do you choose?"

Gobber sat back. "I stand with ya'."

"Good tha'," Stoick grunted.

They all exited the hall one by one, leaving just the Chief and Myself. "What were you saying to your friend there?" Stoick asked.

I poured another drink for him, staring at his empty cup. "Nothing important. Have another drink."

"I really should cut off now," stoick was slurring his words together.

"Nonsense! I insist," I smiled, just to be more convincing.

"Alright, alright," Stoick agreed, taking the drink from my hands. "Last one though."

Whatever helps you sleep at night, chief. "Of course of course, whatever you say." 

I'm changing the posting schedule for this book for once a week on Thursdays. I'm too busy, and I really didn't account for that. My fault. 

Bye!

Sammy.