RECAP: Hiccup and Toothless, alongside Stormfly and Astrid, had finished their task of giving all the participating vikings in the debate (now including Astrid herself) their flight-helmets to wear for the reveal inside the arena tonight, in which it was finished by giving the final one, Morgan, his helmet as he was practising his opening lines. In the midst of this process, Morgan and Hiccup had briefly, and neutrally, had a face-off with each other, where Morgan wanted Hiccup to know precisely and clearly that he isn't one to be under-estimated when it comes to tonight. After remaining absent from his eyes for some days now, not including this morning at the hall, Toothless briefly visited Morgan after his talk with Hiccup, in which Morgan was calm, and also in which he did what Toothless was doing back at him; staring at him, in his cute, green puppy eyes.
Hours later, and now, it's time to reveal.
Practice makes perfect, but perhaps it can sometimes showcase the flaws at a higher level. Morgan had spent the entirety of the day from the last time he was seen, when he was given the flight-helmet from Hiccup, and from seeing Toothless, just ensuring that he know's what he's going to say. He's intentionally not met Snotlout anywhere on the island because he didn't want to make it obvious to the rest that the two of them know that they're both apart of the debate, and that they're basically one secretive team, where Snotlout is working to make Morgan look good; how he'll do this is by eliciting answers from Morgan in order to make his views seem realistic and viable. It might seem strange that an actual viking of Berk is helping a newcomer advance into the territory of taking over as Chief, but this is Snotlout, the most bizarre viking going, in a good way, though. As for the other three vikings, whilst Astrid had tagged along with Hiccup for most of the day, Gobber and Eret were doing their own thing, just their typical, viking jobs, after they were given their helmets, but they had the debate in their minds, secretly. To them, this was a moment that would solidify Berk as the greatest viking island in history; it'll be another thing to add onto the accolades; establishing peace with dragons, overcoming Drago and his Bewilderbeast, and now, actually allowing the vikings of the island to have a say on who the new Chief should be, or if Hiccup should stay; an election in which it has never been done on viking grounds before. Particularly, since Gobber had known Stoick personally, it was all the more important to him.
Valka, throughout the course of the day, had completed the hall's layout, where Hiccup, amongst the five potential candidates, will be in front of a massive crowd of the vikings of Berk whilst they answer questions and debate amongst themselves to defend their points, or to attack their opponent's own. Herself and Cloudjumper went for one big flight across Berk and beyond it afterwards, because Valka's been helping Hiccup so much at this point, that it was only fair that the legendary viking would be granted a break from doing said things. As she's pointed out though in the past, she doesn't really mind how much work she has to do, because she want's Hiccup to do whatever he feels is the right thing for himself, which meant that she'd help out in any way possible.
The energy of the debate imminently taking place had carried over to now, where the arena Morgan had trained with Astrid in to retaliate against Tuffnut was suddenly packed around with a bunch of vikings, in the hundreds, with Ruffnut amongst them, just standing all around it as the entrance of it was filled with all the five vikings that'll be with Hiccup at the hall tonight for the debate. Whilst they were stood at the entrance that descended into the arena itself, Valka and Hiccup were stood up on the 'stage' like surface which was somewhat in front of the arena. Specifically, the area where Stoick had stood when he had told everyone that he would of 'shipped Hiccup off' due to his accomplishments in training against dragons. They were surrounded on the surface by a bunch of statues, statues of Stoick himself, so it was an ideal platform for Hiccup and his mum to be standing on. As they looked at the hundreds of vikings, varying in the brown-lightening of their viking gear and beards, with them looking up at Hiccup and Valka in return, the smell of burning was no more, but instead, because the arena is situated on a surface where there was an edge on pretty much every direction, leading to the gigantic bodies of water below, where it was also in clear, open space, apart from the stone stage scattered with stone statues of Stoick where announcements are made, there was a smell of seaweed emerging within the air.
Because they were bigger than any of the vikings surrounding the arena at the moment, and because they can just use their flying ability to fly up on top of the metal bars of the arena to get a glance down at the five vikings who're about to go inside it, the dragons, every single one with a viking, were behind the gigantic crowds. Cloudjumper, Skullcrusher and Grump were amongst them, and all of them felt incredibly comfortable with each other. Toothless remained next to the dragon with whom he had the most playful relationship with; Stormfly, whilst the rest were just generally scattered amongst each other. In what felt like an eternity, Gustav was finally reunited with Fanghook, and because Morgan has yet to notice that 1. Astrid is amongst the five, and 2. Gustav isn't where he's standing, but instead, in the crowd of the vikings watching the arena from above, he still isn't aware that Gustav had dropped out from the debate earlier today, and Snotlout isn't aware either.
The atmosphere was intense, the air felt warmer as the intensity crept into the gear of the five vikings, and standing in front of the entrance of the circular arena, where the metal bars were surrounding it all around, when the majority of the eyes of the vikings in the crowds around the arena were planted firmly on Astrid, Snotlout, Gobber, Eret and Morgan, there was a feeling in the air of nothing but pure significance and importance. The flight-helmets were touching the tip of their noses, with the hard, cold metal feeling completely intrusive to their faces, but in the midst of all of that, they were able to see clearly in thanks to the decently-sized eye-holes that were implemented into them at the time of their construction, and even better, the holes didn't reveal too much of their faces, so they were still concealed. The numerous vikings that had piled up upon the arena all around it, looking inside it from behind the metal bars around it's circular formation, never imagined themselves to be this intrigued into something before, but because this is essentially history in the making, with a vote to decide on the next chief and whatnot, they for once, ditched their log-carrying, hunting, farming and patrolling duties they usually do around the village so they could get a glimpse on who the five potential chief's are.
"RIGHT, UH, EVERYONE?!" Hiccup's voice echoed, baring great similarity to the time Stoick spoke from the stage, where he was sending Hiccup into the arena to 'become a viking' at the time.
Most, if not all helmet-covered heads of the viking crowds had turned over to the surface Hiccup was standing on, and the nostrils of all of the dragons had did the same, as they directed their attention to Hiccup. Morgan, Eret, Gobber, Astrid and Snotlout remained together with their helmets on. Right near where they were standing, some of the vikings nearby were confused at the style Morgan was utilising; what kind of viking wears shorts? that question was made clear from their expressions, as they were whispering to each other whilst maintaining their locked eyes onto him, with partial-smiles.
"OKAY, OKAY," Hiccup said, as his voice echoed in a smooth fashion in the open air across to the numerous vikings near the metal bars of the arena, and the dragons further ahead, "First of all, uh, for most of you here, this is of an incredibly short-notice, so I do want to quickly apologise for that, but it'll all be worth it. I'm sure there's some of you here who don't know why we're here or uh...what this is all about, so let me quickly explain..."
Hiccup took a few steps forwards as he could just barely sight the five vikings beyond the metal bars, as they were stood at the entrance into the circular-inside of the arena.
"Throughout the passing days, we've been preparing for a vote, a vote in which you all here, today, and the dragons as well, uh, over there, will be choosing a new Chief of Berk, or me to stay in my current position. Woah woah, listen, I can tell from all of your faces at the moment that this is nothing more than a confusing uh...sort of uh...festival I guess? so just let me summarise why I'm doing it since I don't want to waste too much time with the focus on myself, haha.."
Hiccup briefly looked back at Valka, in which the two of them smiled at each other, before Hiccup turned his head back over to the crowd of vikings in front of him around the arena.
"I need everybody's trust, I need...I need every one of you to confirm to me that you want me as your Chief..because I know that since we've uh..gone through quite a lot, there's been some skepticism about my capability..and uh, fairly recently, due to a veryyy recent event, that thought's only became a bigger concern in my mind, so uh, to put all of those to rest..we're here at this point today, haha..." Hiccup laughed, in which it echoed across the air to a vacant response from the crowd of vikings.
Astrid, Gobber, Eret, Snotlout and Morgan didn't talk at all to each other; they kept a silence in which it felt like there wasn't actually anybody behind these helmets, but instead, it felt like they were faceless due to keeping their mouths concealed for this duration of time. However, they did make gestures to each other, with Morgan promoting a positive vibe by occasionally putting his thumbs up to everyone. Little does he know however, that he's giving the thumbs up to Eret, somebody he's not got a keen liking of, and Astrid, somebody who he doesn't expect to be here, but instead, he was expecting Gustav. The five of them had listened in on Hiccup as he had made his speech just now, in which he looked like he was preparing to talk to them five at the arena entrance, all the way from the announcing stage, but the fact that they could hear his voice from here in it's echoing fashion meant that it'd work out fine. The dragons nearby could easily identify who's who, in which they could seek out their viking. For instance, Hookfang could instantly tell, that based on the clothing of one of them, the one he's looking at is Snotlout, with his lousy and clumsy movements, and as for Stormfly, her light-blue head could not turn away from the helmet-covered viking with a brown, viking skirt that had a skull belt around the waist, as well as the gigantic fluffy brown boots and the blonde hair that was semi-sticking out from the helmet, in which she recognized that it was Astrid. Skullcrusher in turn recognized Eret due to his height, and the same went for Gobber with Grump, but the only one that they couldn't identify was Morgan; he was in such an unorthodox selection of viking clothing, and based on the fact that they haven't seen the guy for some days now due to him being busy with practicing and whatnot, that they couldn't instantly make a call in their intelligent reptile heads as to who it is. Regardless, they didn't go to their respective humans because they understood the circumstances of the ongoing speech; their humans and the one in the shorts are about to reveal themselves, which meant that Hiccup doesn't want them to be known to the other vikings until that happens, which the dragons had understood that this also meant that they cannot go to them at this moment in time as it would give away their identity.
Toothless was the exception, however. He knew full on who the guy in the shorts was, and in a way, he was wanting him to reveal himself as soon as possible. He recognizes Morgan, even when he's got a flight-helmet over his face because of the fact that he had seen him in his shorts when the Night Fury came towards the doorway of his hut earlier on today, so when he saw a viking-figure utilizing shorts amongst the other four, he instantly knew it was him. He tossed away the persona he's grown upon being around Morgan due to the surroundings around his black, void, scaly body, and for the sake of the occurring event, and because he's perhaps referred to the other dragons about where his mind sits at the moment already, possibly making it clear to them about the situation by means of body language and some other forms of communication.
"So if you all turn towards the entrance, uh, you'll be able to see a total of five vikings just standing at the entrance over there.." Hiccup said, pointing right to the metal bars of the arena, when in actual fact, he was pointing directly to the entrance that descended into the arena.
It was like Hiccup was controlling the movements of everybody, because as he pointed to the direction of the five vikings, there was a sudden emergence of a colossal amount of footsteps from the crowds of vikings slightly moving nearer the entrance as they glanced upon the five-concealed vikings, in which they were starting to feel the pressure of being mounted upon the eyes of this many people, particularly, Morgan. It sounded like an avalanche roaring towards a building from their perspective, that many were closing in on them. They made space around all of the dragons however, notably Cloudjumper and Skullcrusher, in which they too turned their reptilian eyes to the five vikings near the entrance of the arena.
Hiccup directly addressed them from the stage at this point, utilising the echoing that his voice would emit from the stage.
"Could you five please now enter inside?" he yelled, with them turning their heads to the direction of his voice as the helmets created an image of darkness around the corners of their eyes.
One-by-one, the five of them made their way inside the arena, and this was the first time Morgan had been back in the arena since weeks ago, when he was training with Astrid. As he was walking alongside his fellow concealed-vikings, he quickly studied them, but because he was the last one to enter in the single-file line that was formed with them, he managed to get a full view of the other four vikings, and upon sighting them, he could see that one of them had towered over his own height, and one of them had a bigger build than usual, but there was a long blonde mustache emerging from the helmet itself of that larger viking. But then, as he started looking around the arena as he entered into it, walking across it's stone ground, he noticed that Fanghook was separated from the other dragons above, and he seemed to be situated amongst the left portion of the crowd of vikings. Not that that meant anything to Morgan though, because he couldn't see that Gustav was standing next to him. He planted his eyes back to the front of himself, where the other four vikings with their helmets had stopped firmly in the middle of the arena, all turning to face the right direction in a single file line. Morgan followed their lead, unable to notice that Astrid was here with her blonde hair, but that surprise will come to him imminently. Now, he was recalling those dreadful training sessions he had with Astrid due to being directly inside the arena, when he had to leap over rocks and just trip over them.
"OKAAYY, ALLOW ME TO DEFINE THESE FIVE BRAVE VIKINGS HERE..." Hiccup yelled in an echo again, as the dragons started flying upwards and onto the metal bars covering the arena, not including Cloudjumper and Skullcrusher.
Hookfang had firmly planted himself above who he thought was Snotlout, and the rest were letting of small roars from their vocals as a way to signal that they recognise their respective humans in those helmets. They flapped their wings to maintain their balance, but apart from that, they really weren't disruptive. Morgan looked up at them, enjoying the attention that this presentation of himself and the other four were receiving from the reptiles, but it barked upon his mind upon sighting the dragons that he still has yet to train his own and have his own.
"These five vikings..." Hiccup muttered, loud and clear from the stage as Valka was stood besides him, acknowledging the vikings as well in the arena, "from the day I called the vote, they have put themselves forwards to face me, and the reason why I have gathered, what is hopefully the majority of Berk around this area today, and the dragons who uh...seem to be standing on the metal barriers of the arena? but uh, ANYWAYS, is because I want you all to get a first glance upon who the potential Chiefs are, if I was to be voted out...Remember guys, THIS IS HISTORY IN THE MAKING, ARE YOU READY?"
All that came out of the hundreds of vikings that packed every side of the outside of the arena, contrasting their seemingly-moody expressions towards Hiccup just now before they moved to look at the five vikings, was a loud collection of cheers that mixed in with the roars of the dragons on the top of the arena; the energy of the event Hiccup has created has finally generated a reaction upon which the vikings of Berk can finally engage with it. Nothing but positive roars of cheers were speeding past Hiccup's ears, and in pretty much every direction of Astrid, Gobber, Eret, Snotlout and Morgan, they were trapped in a maze of roars as their helmets didn't defend their ears from the loud reaction. Eventually, alongside the dragon's calming down, the vikings themselves had calmed down, upon which now was the time for Hiccup to give the five vikings the green flag to unveil their identities, not only to the crowds above and the dragons, but to themselves.
"ALL FIVE OF YOU MAY NOW TAKE OFF YOUR HELMETS..." Hiccup declared, handing the floor over to the five in the arena, in which they literally wasted no time.
Morgan was the first to take his helmet off, and boy, did it feel good. Not only is his nose free of the metal staying put on it, but now, he felt his vision wasn't as blinded thanks to the darkness that surrounded the corners of it from having the helmet on. He turned around to look at the other four, and the smile that generated upon his face from showing himself was instantly knocked off from what he was seeing.
The crowd didn't really notice Morgan as much, but they cheered right at the moment everyone's helmets came loose from their heads, but Morgan not only gulped, he was shocked; he was seeing ASTRID, GOBBER, ERET and Snotlout, and all of this time, he was expecting Gustav to be here. In the midst of the crowd's brief cheering, Morgan scrambled his eyes upwards from the inside of the arena to the metal bars where the vikings were intrusively around it, and then, he captured Fanghook in a position amongst the crowd above where he wasn't with the other dragons, and that babyface of Gustav's, after briefly shoving past the other vikings to get to the front, was no clearer to Morgan's eyes than it was now. He looked back to the other four vikings besides him, shocked, not expecting Gustav to not be here at all, but the worst thing was, he was surrounded by competition that could genuinely ruin his chances. He moved in towards Snotlout as the vikings in the crowd above started mumbling amongst each other, with some of them looking at Morgan, having no idea who he is.
"Snotlout, why's Gustav not here?" Morgan said, anxiously, as his armpits felt heated up.
"Don't ask me, smart for brains, look, I feel cool in this attention, haha.."
"Snotlout...Sno-" Morgan was cut off from the most firm, focused sight he had ever experienced before from somebody.
Eret looked over at Morgan, and the two of them stared off at each other; there's tons of heat between the two, but now that they both know they're their own opponents, it felt ten times as awkward for them. Morgan was simply looking behind Snotlout as he took a step forwards slightly to glare at the other three vikings, since Snotlout was in the way of his vision. Eret wasn't laughing, surprisingly, but instead, he was frowning and looking as if he was confused and somewhat surprised. In the midst of the opponents looking all around each other to get a glare of who's who, the likes of Astrid and Gobber were also quite surprised at Morgan being here, despite Astrid knowing beforehand.
"UH, THERE YOU HAVE IT, GUYS! THESE FIVE VIKINGS HERE ARE THOSE IN WHICH THEY WILL BE TAKING PART IN THE DEBATE, AND THE ONES YOU WILL BE CHOOSING FROM! YOU'VE GOT ASTRID, ERET, GOBBER, SNOTLOUT AND MORGAN! FIVE WORTHY VIKINGS WHO'LL PUT UP A GREAT IMPRESSION I'M SURE, UH, OF TRYING TO PROVE THEMSELVES!" Hiccup finished, but there was a confused reaction.
Some parts of the crowd knew Morgan from them attending the commemoration of him weeks ago after everybody thought he had died, but then there were other parts of the crowd who genuinely hadn't met him before, and upon his appearance, he looked like a little child due to the difference in his height. Nonetheless, there was intrigue, but instantly, they knew that Morgan wasn't somebody they could realistically vote for to go forwards as the potential Chief next week, so that was already out of their minds.
Morgan remained where he was stood, as he slowly dropped the helmet onto the stone surface of the arena, whilst the crowd was given time to discuss the vikings they're seeing in the arena at the moment. Morgan and Eret were just...vacantly standing there, frowning upon each other, whilst Astrid and Gobber were talking behind Eret. Snotlout busted into the middle between Morgan and Eret, in order to briefly talk to the young lad.
"Hey, are we still doing this?"
"Yeah..." Morgan said, extending his answer out slightly as his eyes kept locked upon Eret's own, where Morgan was slowly breaking into a smirk, "we're doing this...and I think it's gonna work out just fine..." he slowly nodded, somewhat cockily, up and down towards Eret.
Morgan, wanting to break the stare down between himself and Eret, looked back up to where Fanghook was with Gustav, in which Morgan looked quite disappointed. When Gustav planted his eyes down upon the arena, Morgan shrugged his shoulders and he briefly raised his palms up off his sides towards Gustav, as if he was questioning why Gustav himself had decided to back down.
"Tell you what Snotlout, he's gonna get it off me..."
"Ohh look at you, you're piping up to where you should be, huh?"
"Not exactly, I'm just disappointed that he's just...left us like that, you know? oh well, like I said, if you help me successfully win this, you'll get a significant portion of the power should I become Chief, alright?"
"I'm not in this for nothing, alright?" Snotlout confirmed, laughing at himself briefly.
"Snotlout...I didn't anticipate this type of lineup, you know? we've got a TON of work to do tonight, alright?" Morgan said, slightly shaking in his arms and his legs as he was genuinely concerned about his chances; with names like Astrid in the mix, he felt that there was no way he could overcome this entire debate and win it, even with Snotlout's assistance.
"Hey, on the bright side, I've got myself a granted wish, right Astrid?" Snotlout said, looking over to Astrid as he was emitting that sentence.
Astrid looked at Snotlout with a chuckle of her own, before she placed her hands on her hips.
"Look, Snotlout, if I had my battleaxe right now, you'd be the next name to be pelted down into it, alright? can it, shut up, otherwise I'll can you down myself, got it?" Astrid said, in her classic style.
In the midst of all of these reactions from the crowd, the brief stare down between Morgan himself and Eret, and the fact that Gustav actually wasn't here, but instead, is not in the debate after all, one thing stuck out like a sore thumb in the eyes of all of the dragons; Toothless. The second Morgan's face was revealed from the helmet as he did it at the exact same time as the other vikings, they planted their eyes onto the Night Fury. Specifically, Hookfang 'nudged' Toothless as they were all stood on the metal bars on the top of the arena with his wings, but as soon as all of the dragons pointed their eyes to Toothless, nothing but shyness had emerged from his face, and his body language. He was once again ducked down, with his wings planted on the metal, and his puppy eyes looked nothing short of guilty; Stormfly had nuzzled Toothless in response to Morgan's face being unveiled, and this only meant one thing; Toothless, at some point over the passing days, had actually shown the dragons somehow, who he has chosen to be his mate, and now as a result, nothing more than a bunch of teases and fun from the other dragons is what Toothless was getting in response.
This was the first time that Cloudjumper and Skullcrusher had heard his name; Morgan, and it sounded incredibly different from what they'd expect from a viking on Berk. Cloudjumper, although he's been made clear by Toothless that the Night Fury has chosen this Morgan person to be his mate, wasn't as keen on Morgan, nor was he as fascinated as the other dragons were due to them knowing that Morgan's been chosen, and there's one glaring reason for that; what he did at the cove. He blatantly threatened to do harm to his viking, Valka, but at the time, it was the only thing Morgan could think of, because Cloudjumper had messed around with the book intentionally to cure his curiosity over Morgan, and Morgan felt like threatening 'somebody he's close to' would get the Stormcutter to back down, but ultimately, it led to the experience that had ultimately gone down. Cloudjumper is a stubborn dragon, and his fierce size and formations of his red and grey curves and four-winged body had pretty much told the story; you don't do what Morgan did, and now it's led to this; a thought of hatred towards Morgan from the Stormcutter, and ultimately, zero interest. Whilst that was the case, Skullcrusher was basically the contrast; he was intrigued more than ever now, due to finding out the name of the guy who was basically crapping it at the cove when he was trapped with him and his other reptile companion, Cloudjumper. He has fond memories though of how 'Morgan' as he's called reacted at the cove, and as a result, he wasn't going to once again instantly act upon his curiosity.
"What do you think, mum?" Hiccup said to Valka, as the two of them were letting the crowd of vikings ahead have time to adjust themselves to the choices that they'll have to make eventually out of one of the five.
"Son...I had a vibe just now, do you know what that was? it was a vibe of your father's, you have the courage to do something of this magnitude, Hiccup, you embody passion, confidence and strength, and as a result, Hiccup? I'm proud of this, I'm proud of you for doing this...good on you, son..." Valka smiled, walking over towards Hiccup so the two of them could hug it out, mother-to-son.
"Aw, thanks mum, I honestly hope though that I've dodged the bullet though when it comes to the actual vote...uh...we'll have to see, haha," Hiccup said, with Valka briefly chuckling in her charming voice, moving away from his mother after they had hugged each other, turning back to the direction of the crowd of vikings to emit one last speech as the dragons were all scattered amongst the metal on top of the arena so they could get a clear view to the direct inside of the arena.
"ALRIGHT, THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING HERE, IN AN HOUR, WE WILL BE HEADING TO THE HALL, IN WHICH THESE FIVE WILL BE THERE TO COMMENCE THE DEBATE, AND JUST AS A REMINDER, I, MYSELF, WILL ALSO BE IN THIS DEBATE, NOT AS A CHOICE, BUT TO MAINTAIN THE BALANCE AND TO ENSURE THAT WHOEVER BECOMES MY OPPONENT, THEY HAD TO GO THROUGH A HARD AND TOUGH PATH!"
Standing amongst a bunch of mumbling voices which spelt out excitement but also confusion, particularly at a young-looking guy like Morgan having this opportunity, Gustav looked directly at the metal bar in front of him in shame, as if he had regretted letting Morgan down just now, for not committing to attending the debate. Fanghook's cute head had descended down upon Gustav's shoulder, from the yellow and purple Monstrous Nightmare acknowledging that his young human is looking somewhat down, and is remaining stiff with a vacant, yet depressed-looking expression. This had encouraged the young viking to smile, and to pet his dragon's fierce head, but before anything known as the debate can happen, Morgan's keen on finding out why Gustav had did what he did. The team-up with Snotlout and Morgan is still going to happen, but even with that, Morgan genuinely felt as if he's backed the wrong level of confidence here, and it could easily backfire in the form of a devastating loss, potentially at the hands of Eret or Astrid. Gobber is more of a neutral viking, so Morgan wasn't too concerned about him. Ultimately, though, this boils down to who has the most charisma, the most experience as a viking, and what capabilities they claim to have in order to prove to the numerous vikings of Berk that they can undertake the role of Chief.
The reveal has came and gone, but it generated a ton of unexpected moments; Morgan was shocked to discover that Gustav, to the contrary of what he was expecting, isn't a candidate after all. Eret didn't expect Morgan either, but the worst one of all is perhaps the general one for Morgan; this lineup is possibly the biggest example of why you should never under-estimate something. Whilst that went down, once all of the dragons standing on the arena's bars had noticed that Morgan was one of them, they all turned to Toothless, which only caused the Night Fury to look shy and guilty, but Cloudjumper wasn't phased, because he doesn't like Morgan, in which he's only just learnt his name. Skullcrusher wasn't like that, but he didn't want to have a repeat of Morgan's reaction, so he tucked in his curiosity. With all of this now, is it safe to assume that Morgan is simply not winning this thing? will the pressure mount upon him, with that pressure being generated from Toothless's future intentions, that Morgan is still somewhat unclear of? the debate is one step closer, and it'll be incredibly tough.