Hookfang strolled next to Snotlout to see their uncle and cousins coming towards them. Stoic did not look pleased. Then his eyes fell on a second even angrier figure, their father, Spitelout. "It's official, we're dead." He muttered, shrinking back a bit.
"Dad, it wasn't their fault, really. If ya going to be mad at someone, be mad at me. I'm the one who brought up the Fact I can't catch fish in dragon form." Toothless was whispering to his dad.
Stoic looked at the two boys. "Is this true, Fang?" Hookfang nodded in agreement.
"It is true, uncle Stoic. Tooth mentioned his frustration with fishing, and I was giving him some pointers to help him out."
"He was so distracted, he didn't notice me start the exercise. But hey, could have been worse."
"Next time, brother, TELL ME!" Hookfang scolded, giving his twin a ticked off look. Stoic could not help it. Frist he let out a small chuckle, then started laughing. He sobered up when his brother hit him, and pointed to where Mildew was heading to them. Snotlout and Hookfang stopped their bickering and glared at the man as Hiccup and Toothless rolled their eyes.
"Could things get any worse?" Hiccup groaned. The look on the old man's face said thing could, and would, get worse.