"Gather all the vikings and dragons that you can find, Gobber; get them in the Great Hall with enough provisions to last us through the storm. We don't know how long we're going to be in here. And bring a group to get this entrance boarded up as soon as possible.", Stoick yelled to Bucket, Gobber, and the other vikings that were crowded around him.
He stole another look at the sky, wishing he hadn't. "Thor! I have never seen anything so big.", he said to Mulch, as the wind started to howl louder.
The sky was clear and bright towards the south, but the north was black, with the only light coming from the swirling grey/white funnels that were coming straight for them. "It will be here in minutes.", Stoick thought, as he ran to help the others.
Toothless closed his eyes as he slammed into the ice, cracked a hole in it, and slid away. Hiccup was gone. Toothless started panicking as he looked around on the ice, but Hiccup had disappeared.
His gaze rested on the hole in the ice, and he rushed over to it. Hiccup's backpack was floating in the water. He fished it out, expecting to find Hiccup attached to it, but he was not.
He gave one last sweep over the ice for his Rider before he dove into the frozen depths of the water, searching for his friend. He was under for over two minutes before he found him many feet below the surface of the ocean.
Toothless used his wings to propel him back to the hole in the ice, only to find that it was not there. He pounded himself against the ice in hopes of breaking it, but it didn't move. He hit the ice ceiling above him over and over again, but it wouldn't break. That was when he had a horrible feeling that they might die down here.
He hated being in water, ever since he and Hiccup almost drowned in it last time, right before they fought the Red Death. He decided to give one last effort; this time his claws were unsheathed; and it cracked. He felt newfound energy as he hit it again, letting sunlight shine into the water; he gulped sweet air as he leapt out of the water onto the ice.
He gently set Hiccup down, coughing up water at the same time. The tips of his fingertips were a dark blue and his face was white. His fur coat was gone, lost in the water. His chest was slowly moving up and down indicating that he was still breathing. Toothless nudged at his head and whined hopefully at him, but he did not move. "Hiccup has to get out of this cold.", Toothless thought, looking around him, and seeing a dot of land in the distance. They had to reach it.
He had left Hiccups backpack at the first hole, which was out of sight, so he decided to leave it. He took Hiccup by his shirt and dragged his cold body on his back, and began walking for the shore.
"This should be everyone Stoick; the door is in bad shape, but it should last!", Gobber yelled, over the howling wind.
"Get them all inside the Hall, the storm is here!", Stoick yelled back, as the snow buffeted his thick coat. The crowd of vikings were now all filing into the Hall, using the makeshift door that the vikings had created on short notice.
By the time all of them had gotten inside, the ground was already coated with a foot of snow. "Bucket, get me a head count, is everyone here?".
Bucket nodded in acknowledgement, as he raced inside the Great Hall.
He came back out a few minutes later, holding a sheet of paper with a list of all of the vikings. "We have everybody, except you, Gobber and... Oh no. Gothi.". They looked up at her house that was far off, by Berk's shores. She never abandoned her home; not any winter storm had pulled her out of it. This particular storm could wipe her house out.
"Keep everyone else inside, and Gobber and I will go get her.", Stoick said as he gestured towards Gobber to come with him. They started racing towards Gothi's house. A funnel of wind and snow was getting dangerously close to it. By the time they got there, the funnel was almost on top of them.
They ran up the steps and found the Elder sitting on a stool looking out her window at the storm. "She may be good with herbs and healing, but she is not incredibly bright when it came to storms.", Stoick thought, as he yelled, "Get over here, you crazy woman!". But she paid no notice to them as she continued to look outside.
Stoick gestured for Gobber to pick her up, which he did without a second thought. The Elder tried to get out of his grip, but it was hopeless for her to try to get out of Gobber's arms.
Stoick and Gobber, carrying a very unhappy Gothi, ran back towards the Great Hall, reaching it just in time to look back and see the funnel hit the Elder's house. They were too far away to see it, but they could hear the funnel envelop the house, and tear it apart.