Quiet All Of You. Under Control ?

After waking just before noon, Hiccup had allowed Gaius to redress his wounds and apply some mixture to them. Tuffnut had been moving around an hour earlier, his leg finally having the strength to support his body, despite it still being clothed in bandages. Hiccup smiled to himself, knowing that the other Viking would go about Outcast Island, parading his scars for all of the ladies to see. Tuff was discharged from the Healer's care and Hiccup, unfortunately, had duties to attend to. He took a small swig from the bottle of potion Gauis had provided to ease his pain, and exited the room. He and Toothless needed a flight to start the day.

'Nothing wrong is there Alvin?' a voice spoke up.

'What would there be wrong?' the Outcast Leader asked, turning to his Meathead counterpart. His guests had finished breakfast earlier and he was giving another tour around the Island.

'The Berkian, Hiccup is missing,' the others had noticed this too, and all were concerned about his whereabouts.

'Hiccup was doing a supply run late last night, so the lad's having a late start before he attends his duties today,' Alvin replied.

That had not been a lie, Hiccup HAD been on a supply run, the Treacherous just happened to leave out the part that he had almost lost the Pride of Berk to a Changewing attack. If his guests caught onto the fact the Berkian was severely injured or deliberately avoiding the guests, they would become concerned about their personal safety, or they would take offence of him supposedly shunning them. Since his presence at the Changewings Pen and his intervention with the Speed Stingers, Hiccup had left an enduring impression on the visitors and he symbolized the safety and security of Outcast Island to them. Alvin had noticed this too, which was why, with great regret, he had refused to allow the Pride of Berk to recover for more then half a day. He needed the lad active and in sight. He hated having to do it though. Alvin, even before peace between Berkians and Outcasts, had respected Hiccup, never underestimating his abilities or skills, this only improved as Hiccup brought Berkians and Outcasts together in peace. Alvin knew he was being unfair on the Heir of Berk, but it needed to be done, at least until the Gathering Banquet was over and the guests had left.

'Ahh, there he is now,' Alvin said, hiding the relief in his voice, pointing the sky above the group. 'Riding on their morning flight, a bit late of course, given their late night working.'

Alvin and the visitors watched in admiration as they saw the Dragon Conqueror and his Night Fury flew with ease and grace and carried out the occasional daring acrobatics, the crowd below staring in awe. The Outcast Leader eventually continued the guests over to view the Armoury and the Docks, before leaving them to wander freely.

An hour later found Alvin and Hiccup walking together through the labyrinth of tunnels towards the Great Hall. The Outcast looked to the Berkian, who doing his best to hide any expression of the pain that coursed through his body, even with Gauis's potion working its effect on him.

'Toothless and I spotted thunderclouds coming our way on our morning flight,' Hiccup said.

'Oh great,' Alvin returned. 'Just what we need with the visitors here and the Farewell Banquet tomorrow night'. They entered the Great Hall.

'I'll keep an eye on it, it might swing south like the last.' Alvin greeted Savage with a pat on the shoulder.

'Right Savage, how things going for the Banquet preparations'.

'Well Alvin, with the catch of fish and boar yesterday we've got enough meat for the night, our ale and beer stocks are enough to drowned our guests into hangover,' the right hand man chirped. 'However, Sinned's vegetables have yet to make an appearance in the storehouse.'

Both Outcasts looked with annoyance to a third Outcast who lay sprawled in a chair, munching away an excessive breakfast and drinking ale from an oversized mug. The area around was littered with rubbish and waste food.

'Sinned,' growled Alvin. 'The futures of our Island and Berk rest in your hands and you have butter fingers?' The fat Viking giggled immaturely and faced the pair.

'Do you know anyone else who get that much veg to feed an island and its guests. Do you think that easy? Sinned took a big swig of his ale and burped before continuing. 'Or cheap? I've been having to take out loans on seed and fertiliser, not to mention loans on new pastures. Do you think that a small responsibility?' Alvin's eye brow twitched in annoyance as he grinded his teeth.

'Well you asked for the contract, so it is your responsibility'. he replied.

'Oh right, all of the costs are my burden.'

'I will not be dragged in another of your financial debates, but they are your problems.'

'I must have made a mistake then.'

'I don't blame people for their mistakes as much as I used to,' snapped Alvin. 'But I ask that they do something about.'

'Thanks Dad,' muttered Sinned sulkily.

'Sinned,' Savage spoke up. 'The inventory check?'

'Yeah, I'll check it up when I get back,' the pair stared at each other. 'OKAY! Because now I need to go get all of the veg for the Banquet . . . . '

The rant turned into an argument as Sinned tried to save face from his own mess, while Savage's temper was building up at the fat Viking's laziness and stupidity. Alvin was about to intervene, when the fourth Viking spoke up.

'QUIET ALL OF YOU!'

The argument ceased and all three looked to Hiccup, who had been perched in a chair near one of the venting shafts that fed light and cool air into the underground Great Hall. They had all thought he was asleep.

'You guys feel that.' All three felt a cold damp breeze coming from the vent. Never a good sign. 'I'm going to take Toothless and check on the lookouts and patrols.' The Pride of Berk stood up with some difficulty, took a quick swig of his potion and exited the Great Hall.

'At least he's proving to be productive, unlike the rest of you bloody arguing,' barked Alvin, looking at the other Vikings with disgust. Not to mention the lad's injured and needs a good long rest sadly he thought to himself.

Hiccup returned within ten minutes and relayed what the lookouts and patrols had reported.

'That storm is coming our way quicker then we thought,' Hiccup announced grimly. 'We'll have to cut the tours until tomorrow, get the guests back in shelter and put the whole island on storm alert.' Hiccup looked at Alvin, seeking his permission.

'Very well,' the Chief replied a sigh, Hiccup setting off to spread the word and get everyone into shelter.

'I'll set off to the Docks, Alvin, to warn the captains and crews either to lock down their ships or drop what they're doing and get out to open sea, while they still can.'

Sinned looked uneasy. Alvin bashed his fist down on the table in anger

'DAMN.'

This story will a sizable one. Not entirely locked in plots inspired by Jurassic Park, will have my own ideas and twists too. Enjoy reading .