Free falling

caught a night fury

sigvards pov:

after the attack in the great hall:

we are in the great hall, having a meeting with the village about going on a search for the nest. stoic is currently trying to convince them that it is a good idea.

"one more search. before the ice sets in." stoic says to the villagers, he sounds confident but I'm not sure about the idea.

"those ships never come back." another viking says, with a bit of desperation. I get it, we have lost friends and family to these things. and these search have never shown any real progress.

"we're vikings. its an occupational hazard. now who is with me?"stoic trows his fist in the air, but no one follows. he turns slightly to look at me beside him, and I give him a nervous smile. we have been friends for many years now, so I know he won't be mad at me. but I still think this is a bad idea. plus he knows that I hate to leave my family, incase a raid happens when we are gone.

"todays not good for me" a viking says sheepishly. " ive gotta do my axe returns" another follows.

"alright. those who stay will look after hiccup." as Stoic finishes his sentence hands sprint upwards. mine as well. don't get me wrong, I love the lad. he is very nice and he is the best friend of my daughter. but damn can that kid be a handful. and I already have one trouble maker, so no thanks.

"to the ships!"   

"I'm with you stoic" spite lout has always been a stuck up to stoic, wanting my position as right hand man. hell I would even say he is reaching for cheif, with the way he acts. 

"that's more like it." stoic says dryly. the vikings rush to the door, leaving me, Stoic and Gobber to be alone in the great hall.

"ill pack my undies" Gobber says, and I let out a little laugh at the mans antics.

"no, I need you to stay and train some new recruits." says stoic. I had almost forgot that it was that time of year. I haven't thought about it much, since my daughter doesn't want to join. she wants to focus on her studies with Gothi. and I can't complain, that is the much safer option.

" oh, perfect. and while I'm busy, hiccup can cover the stall. molten steel, razor sharp blades... what could go wrong?" stoic sinks into the bench, brows furrowing.

"what am I going to do with him?"

"you could put him in dragon training with the others." i say as if it is obvious.

" no, I'm serious." stoic says trying to be serious but failing as he slumps.

"so am i" I say finally.

"that's not a bad idea stoic, I believe the lad should be able to prove himself."

stoic turns to us glaring. " he'd be killed before you let out the first dragon out of its cage."

"oh, you don't know that." and I nod in agreement to Gobbers statement.

" i do know that actually."      "no you don't".      " no I actally do."      "no you don't!"

the two bicker like small children. I am used to this tho,i have always been the more calm and silent type.  These are the impulsive of the group, always has been. and I come with the middle ground, you know adding a little balance.

" listen! you know what he's like. from the day he could crawl he's been... different. he doesn't listen." stoic says defeatedly. " he has the attention span of a sparrow. I take him fishing and he goes hunting for... for trolls."