Urgent Circumstances
A few months later…
"I have called this private meeting between us brother for dire reasons," Stoick announced to his younger brother Spitelout.
"Yes. This Drago Bludvist has become a major threat," agreed Spitelout, remembering how his brother had come back to Berk on a badly damaged and singed boat. Stoick was battered, bloodied and beaten – due to the Drago's attack on the chieftains.
"A phantom threat, to be precise," Stoick muttered gravely. Drago had disappeared after the attack, leaving Stoick crawling to find a way off the island.
"Drago managed to kill all the chiefs except me. Me, Valka and Hiccup might be his next targets," said Stoick, "So if bad comes to worse, the Haddock line must be preserved. You said that Borghild was pregnant?"
"Aye brother, in a month's time she will give birth to a secondary heir if necessary," concluded Spitelout.
"That's finally some good news," said Stoick quietly. The deaths of his fellow chieftains still weighed on his conscience. Spitelout noticed this.
"It wasn't your fault, Stoick. Stop blaming yourself. There was nothing you could do."
"Aye, you're right. But if I ever come across Bludvist again, I will…"
"We – Berk – will take him down together," finished Spitelout, "Now let us get some rest, brother. Midnight has fallen."
The two brothers turned to leave the Great Hall. But Stoick turned one more time and called back, "Spitelout!"
"Yes?"
"Congratulations, brother."
"Thanks, Stoick. All this really means a lot to me and my family."
"And to Berk as well," grinned Stoick before leaving, "Goodnight Spitelout."
"Goodnight Stoick."