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38. Burning
Stoick was a hothead.
He didn't like to be disagreeable, but as chief there was a lot of things that frustrated him. Stoick knew his quick temper was not a desirable trait, but there were times he could not help it. It would bubble up in him. There was this fiery sensation that would singe the pit of his stomach and rise into his chest. Sometimes, it was a dull simmer; these were easy to control. Other times, it was a blaze that was so hot he could not contain the flames that would spout from his fuming mouth.
Many of the villagers called him passionate: he only yelled because he needed to be understood. That was the Viking way.
Valka attributed it to not being able to converse like a normal human being.
In the Great Hall, Stoick and Valka would get into heated arguments. Dragons were the hottest topic, but something as simple as changes in the village could become fighting words. Valka took every opportunity to challenge him. Her eyes were bright and her words were quick. She matched Stoick in wit and temper, and sometimes it would get so intense that she would storm out of the Hall and refuse to acknowledge him for days.
During those fights, Stoick would feel that same bubbling begin, but it would rise past his chest and creep up to his neck and ears. It was a rich, slow burn that, according to Gobber, made his ears as red as his hair. It made him feel happy and excited, almost as if he enjoyed these little tiffs. Valka made Stoick feel something completely different, but Stoick chalked it up to the pleasure of winning another argument.
On the other side of Berk, Valka would rush to her home in a state huffing and cursing. She knew it was senseless to argue with Stoick the Vast: Great Chief of Berk. She never understood why she did it. It wasn't as if she thought she could do a better job as Chief (Valka was actually impressed by some of the decisions Stoick had made since assuming the role). She found the whole thing ridiculous, but when they quarreled, his voice would send flares through her bones. They would catch in her stomach and make her cheeks bright pink. She couldn't quite place the feeling tingling her chest. It almost delighted her, and that made her even angrier. In the end, Valka would announce that she would never acknowledge the madcap again before turning in for bed where she would replay the argument over and over with cheeks still warm.
