HTTYD: Bluestar the Hybrid

Ch. 2: The Great Hall

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Stoick/Hiccup's Dad Pov-

A noisy din of PROTESTING VOICES leads to...

Stoick glowering in the firelight. Surrounded by his men.

"Either we finish them or they'll finish us! It's the only way we'll be rid of them! If we find the nest and destroy it, the dragons will leave. They'll find another home."

He sinks his blade into a... Large Nautical Map, spread out on the table... the blade pierces the middle of an uncharted corner, swirling with painted sea monsters and dragons.

"One more search. Before the ice sets in."

Viking: "Those ships never come back."

"We're Vikings. It's an occupational hazard. Now who's with me?" I throws up my fist. No one follows. The crowds shifts in restless silence. Head scratches. Eyes averted.

Viking (Feeble): "Today's not good for me."

Viking (EQUALLY FEEBLE): "I've gotta do my axe returns."

"Alright. Those who stay will look after Hiccup." Hands jut into the air, volunteers galore. Enthusiastic murmurs of prep and packing fill the room.

Phlegma The Fierce To The Ships

Spitelout: "I'm with you Stoick!"

"That's more like it." I said with a dry voice. The Vikings rush for the door, leaving Gobber and Stoick alone. Gobber gulps back the contents of his tankard attachment and scrapes back the bench.

Gobber: "I'll pack my undies."

"No, I need you to stay and train some new recruits."

Gobber: "Oh, perfect. And while I'm busy, Hiccup can cover the stall. Molten steel, razor sharp blades, lots of time to himself...what could possibly go wrong?" I Stoick onto the bench beside Gobber, his brow burdened.

"What am I going to do with him Gobber?"

Gobber: "Put him in training with the others."

"No, I'm serious."

Gobber: "So am I." Stoick turns to him, glaring.

"He'd be killed before you let the first dragon out of its cage."

Gobber: "Oh, you don't know that."

"I do know that, actually."

Gobber: "No, you don't."

"No, actually I do."

Gobber: "No you don't!"

"Listen! You know what he's like. From the time he could crawl he's been...different. He doesn't listen."

"Has the attention span of a sparrow. I take him fishing and he goes hunting for... for trolls."

Gobber: (DEFENSIVE) "Trolls exist! They steal your socks. (DARKLY) But only the left ones. What's with that?"

"When I was a boy..."

Gobber: (GRUMBLING) "Oh here we go."

"My father told me to bang my head against a rock and I did it. I thought it was crazy, but I didn't question him. And you know what happened?"

Gobber: "You got a headache."

"That rock split in two. It taught me what a Viking could do, Gobber. He could crush mountains, level forests, tame seas! Even as a boy, I knew what I was, what I had to become.... Hiccup is not that boy."

Gobber: "You can't stop him, Stoick. You can only prepare him... Look, I know it seems hopeless. But the truth is you won't always be around to protect him. He's going to get out there again. He's probably out there now."

Gobber's words hit their mark.