It had snowed, snowed, and snowed from dawn to dusk for what felt like days. Well it was days. Thankfully the dragon's haven attacked since the start of the Devastating Winter, but Stoick the Vast still won't lets his guard down. His logic, not yet.
Astrid
She was done with huddling in a stupid corner, in a stupid house hiding from a stupid effing' storm. All she want to do was go outside kill some (insert very bad vocabulary word) dragons. That's all she wanted to do. Not too unreasonable right. Right. Granted it could have been worse, she could have been alone through this. The thought itself sent shivers through her spine.
"Astrid! Come down here, dinner's ready!" Aslaug called from the kitchen.
"Coming, mother," Astrid looked outside wishing only to be out there.
"Now, astrid,"
Hiccup
Hiccup was the first one to set foot outside, breaking the utter silence with a crunch. Something was wrong. He could sense it. His first instinct was to run inside and grab his father and wake him but the adolescent decided not to but to instead check to mead hall where some of the others had held up.
"Oh sh#t," They took the food.
The Dragons Are Back