"Berkians. Still as dumb as the day I left!"
Stoic watched his father step up onto the platform in the Great Hall, the fire behind him lighting the area.
This was going to be an eventful night.
He watched as slowly the villagers walked in, confused by such a late calling to a meeting. A dragon raid had just ended, and many were wounded. All thanks to him… Stoic growled to himself.
He and his father waited and waited, until the entire village had gathered. Stoic knew what this was about. Part of him was happy with this event.
The villagers mumbled to themselves, just as confused as they were before. Many were getting restless; the dragons had been attacking more recently than before.
"SILENCE!" his dad's voice bellowed out to them.
There was immediate silence.
He took a deep breath. Then he called out a single name. "Alvin." He called into the crowd. The crowd stumbled to find the meaning of this. Stoic silently smiled to himself.
Alvin pushed his way through the crowd, a hateful look in his eye; he knew what this was about, for his father had told him just before the meeting of the village. He glared at Stoic's father, anger burning from them.
"Alvin," he started, but was interrupted by the teenager himself. "Save it, Chief. I know what this is, and all you have to do is say three simple words, and this can be all over, and we can stop wasting our lives in here." Alvin growled. The Chief did not let Alvin anger him. "Alright then," was what he said.
"You are exiled."
The village gasped.
There were shouts of, 'What are you thinking?' and 'Maybe we can talk this out!' But unfortunately Vikings weren't ones for talking. Stoic's father shook his head. "He has been seen many times tormenting the young children by threating to feed them to the dragons. He's let houses burn and just sat there and watched. He even tried to somehow to take my son's inheritance to the Chief's throne by attempting to let him die when a Deadly Nadder had him pinned!" he shouted, pointing to Stoic on the last one.
Alvin turned with the rest of the village, and he turned his hateful eye to him instead. Stoic knew. He knew Alvin was not someone you would want as an enemy.
"He has done much more, and you all know it. We Vikings on Berk do not accept ruffians into our tribe. I am sorry, Alvin." He said, turning back to the teenager, "You have been warned multiple times. Now, you have broken all of them. You may go now. And good luck to you." He said, although he didn't sound like he meant it.
"I don't need your luck!" Alvin spat as he made his way towards the giant doors. He stood just outside them and said, "You'll regret this. All of you." He looked specifically at Stoic. "Outcast Island is the one place for me; I knew it all along. Trust me, you won't forget this. I promise that." He said, and then marched out the door.
Stoic knew, deep inside him, that he would keep that promise.
A/N: This was based off of Alvin's line in "We are a Family part 2" When they had locked Mildew in the cage, and he had said, "Berkians, still as dumb as the day I left." and it caught my attention...and this formed! :D
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