Back on Berk, Stoick paced across the floor of the great hall. Gobber, Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs and the twins were all there watching as their chief paced and waiting for a command of what to do or even a suggestion. They could feel the fear and anger welling up in Stoick through the air around them. The feelings were almost seeping out of him in waves. Astrid patted Stormfly who stood next to her. The dragon was starting to feel on edge from Stoicks pacing and his seeping emotions. Stormfly as well as the other dragons could sense the feelings of fear and anger much stronger than the vikings and to them it was overwhelming.
"It's okay girl." Astrid whispered, trying to sooth her dragon. At least her tail spines weren't standing up.
"What should we do, chief?" Fishleg asked.
Stoick stopped his pacing and looked to the ground. His brow knitted in anger. Teeth clenched tight and hands balled into fists. He snatched his ax from his back and hurled it at the back wall of the Great Hall with a roaring scream of anger. He breathed heavily as he stared at the ax wedged into the thick wood. His anger almost instantly melted into sorrow and pain. His head dropped and his legs wobbled. Gobber stepped up to Stoick and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"It's gonna be alright Stoick." Gobber said trying his best to reassure his best friend and chief.
"How could you possibly know that? Hiccup is... He's just Hiccup. And without Toothless..." Stoick whispered. Gobber looked to the ground remembering the sight of the loyal Night Fury jumping into the sea and trying to swim after the ship only to be pulled under and never resurface. Had Hiccup seen that, one would call him already dead. The boy looked at that dragon as if he was a god sent to protect him. He loved his dragon more than anyone could explain. They bonded and were practically attached at the hip. Or wing, which ever it would be for a dragon and boy. The dragon was the boys first and best friend.
Gobber tried to think of something to say to reassure the chief but nothing he thought of even reassured himself.
"We'll think of something." Gobber said softly. He seemed to try to reassure himself more than anyone else.
At the doors of the hall, a young boy stood peeking his head in past the doors listening to the older vikings talk.
"Hiccup?" He whispered. He turned on his heels and ran off. He had a mission.
Sorry about the short Chapter. I made up for it in the next one