The Island of the Meeting- Stoick's POV
Stoick couldn't believe it. How many children have to take up the role of chief in their villages. How many women will be left broken hearted. Such a heavy burden. All because of Drago Bludvist. All those men that burned were honorable chiefs, They deserve a proper funeral.
"We need to go back," Stoick said as he gestured towards the ruins.
"What?" Spitelout and Gobber said in unison, both utterly dumbfounded.
"To give those who have fallen a proper funeral," Stoick responded to their quizzical looks.
Gobber nodded and hobbled to the Hooligan's ship to grab three sets of bows and arrows, while Spitelout stood there still looking completely baffled.
Stoick turned away from him and gazed once more at the horizon.
Ice Cave- Storm Cutter's POV
"That was amazing," Valka said to the Storm Cutter. He made a grunting noise in response.
"You know, I've been wondering something," Valka glanced at the Storm Cutter and he cocked his head towards her. "Why haven't you killed me? I thought we were enemies. I mean vikings and dragons, not you and me personally. And if you're not going to kill me, why did you bring me here?"
The Storm Cutter pondered her questions and started cooing and chirping in Dragonese. He did so without hesitating. He told her what his friend told him about this human.
Flashback
"You owe me an explanation," the Storm Cutter demanded.
"Alright, fine. I guess I do because I dragged you into this mess. This is how it went down. I was out for a flight to stretch my wings after being cooped up for so long."
"Right that makes sense. You can't go out very much due to your current state. Which I don't condone, but I can empathize with you," the Storm Cutter added.
"No I can go out, just not as far as I did. I'm 'supposed' to stay close to the nest because it's to0 'dangerous,' according to the big baby," the Night Fury jabbed.
" Talking dirt about his majesty is bound to get you in a heap of trouble some day."
'That day is not today though. Anyway I noticed our sister nest was out for a raid on this island. So I tried to stop them, but they were ignoring me. It was like they were under a spell. Then I noticed this human doing the same thing, but her fellow vikings were just ignoring her on purpose. I was so distracted by the thought that there is a human who is not a savage killer, I was shot down and my wing was torn."
"It doesn't look torn now," the Storm Cutter pointed out smugly.
"Hahaha wise guy. That's because this human came to my aid. I was surrounded and she pushed through the fray to save me. She fixed my wing. I got away from the island, but not before I saw her get dragged to the house at the top of the hill and locked inside. I owed her. She saved my life and I saved hers."
End of Flashback
"So, she's paying a debt?" The human asked the Storm Cutter.
'Wait, she can understand me? I didn't think she'd be able to. No viking has ever been able to understand Dragonese before. This one is certainly very strange.'
Realizing he hasn't given a response the Storm Cutter grunted an affirmation.
"What you're telling me is I have no reason to be afraid?" The human asked.
'This one has a lot of questions.'
Another grunt of affirmation.
"Oh, good that's a relief. For awhile, I thought you were going to eat me or something. Isn't that crazy?" The human laughed in an awkward way that made him laugh.
Without hesitating (again) he nuzzled her into a dragon hug and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
The Island of the Meeting- Stoick's POV
"... And may they dine at the table of Kings." Stoick finished the eulogy. Then arrows were flying, and the bodies of the great warriors were burning once more.
The walk back to Hooligan ship was a solemn one. Finally they were heading home. But Stoick had a bad feeling, and it wasn't the burns littering his body. He could feel it inside. It felt like something was missing. All he knows is they need to get to Berk. Fast.