When the nights were nothing but cold air and freezing rain, Stoick knew it was a safe night from being raided by dragons. But doesn't mean it was still a safe night. The fireplace was roaring, keeping the house warm from the cold weather.
He had his eyes looking out the window, being sure. It was dark and the rain pelted on the windows. The roof was leaking a bit, which means in the morning he had to fix that.
A soft whimpering was heard and Stoick turned around. His wife, Valhallarama, was holding his baby son in her arms. She flashed a smile to Stoick as she made her way to sit near the fireplace. "The storm woke him up." Was all she said as she sat down.
Stoick grunted, his eyes going back to the window. His son, Hiccup, was only a few months old, but Stoick was worried about small he is. Valhallarama kept telling him he will grow but Stoick wasn't so sure.
The baby whimpered again and Valhallarama shushed him, gently rocking him. Her hair was loose and long, only a few braids still intact. She was in a simple night gown, saved for her belt she forgotten to take off. Valhallarama smiled down at her son, brushing away his hair from his eyes.
She began humming, rocking her baby in her big arms. Hiccup stopped his fussing and started to calm down at the sound of his mother's humming. It was just a simple lullaby, a little nonsense song. It had no words, which was why Valhallarama was humming.
Hiccup was falling back asleep as his mother continued her humming and gentle rocking. Valhallarama softly chuckled and kissed Hiccup's little chubby cheek. "Yer so sweet." She whispered to her baby. "I'll eat you up, I love you so."
Stoick watched his wife lull his son back to sleep and he felt a deep feeling within his chest. The only kind of feeling Valhallarama can make him feel. This was his family and he'll do anything to protect it. Valhallarama looked up at Stoick and gave him a smile.
He smiled back.