Hiccup, Arn and Toothless stormed their way out the front door of the hut, finding the village in utter chaos.
From afar, they could see the distant silhouettes of thirty raider longships, ten of which were launching fiery boulders from armored catapults, while the other twenty had already reached the docks and cliffs.
As well as the town.
Though they had not yet hit the plaza, Hiccup could tell from the sounds of fighting and villagers screaming that the raiders were already on the attack.
"Another raid..." he grunted. "When in the name of Odin will these raiders just stop!?"
"Never. Not until we are all dead!" replied Arn, gazing at the town which was now burning. "Do you perhaps have any ideas up your sleeves?"
Before Hiccup could speak, their attention was immediately drawn by the sounds of several large and quick footsteps coming up the hill towards them. Looking down near the bottom of the hill, they caught sight of three raiders rushing at them, pushing aside and cutting down any villager who was unfortunate to stand in their way.
And now, they were next in line.
"LOOK OUT!" bellowed Hiccup as he, Arn, and Toothless tried to brace for impact. Unprepared however, it seemed like they were about to be crushed...
...Were it not for a certain viking and his dragon who came running to their rescue.
Stoick rushed rampantly towards the raiders with Skullcrusher. The large Rumblehorn, with his mighty and strong hoof-like feet, charged over two of the brutes, crushing them to death, whilst Stoick went one-on-one with the third.
The chieftain of Berk struck swiftly with his axe, all whilst the brute attempted to attack back and parry his blows. But Stoick the Vast, being the viking he was, easily overwhelmed him. With a single cleaving strike, he lobbed his axe into the skull of the helmetless raider, thus cutting him down.
As the muscular body of the large brute fell to the ground, Stoick turned back to Hiccup and Arn, who stood there a bit shakened, all while Toothless stood his ground.
"Are you lads alright?"
"Y- Yeah," nodded Hiccup. "We just didn't see it coming. They nearly got us…"
"Good," replied Stoick. "Now if you would, help repel the attack! We need as many arms as we can get! They've brought six hundred this time!"
"Six hundred?" asked Arn. "Pah! I'm sure we can take them."
"Don't be so over confident," responded Hiccup in a serious tone. "We still need Astrid and the others to help take them on. We can't fight them if we're divided… though speaking of which, where are they?"
Stoick shrugged, turning his head back towards the village. "I don't know… but why do I have a feeling they are in danger? ...Unless they're-"
"Unless they are held up in their huts holding the raiders off with their dragons, alone," Hiccup added on, now quickly marching down the hill with his weapon gripped tightly. "We have to save them! Arn, Toothless, are you with me?"
"I'm with you," nodded Arn.
Toothless let out an encouraging growl, which Hiccup understood as, "Always."
"Good. Now let's get moving!"
The two vikings and dragon were now quickly moving, making their way down the hill and towards the town center.
Stoick watched as they ran off, nodding in approval before turning his attention back to Skullcrusher.
"Come on, friend. Let's go find Valka and Gobber."
...
As Hiccup, Arn, and Toothless ran down into the plaza, the blonde-headed viking immediately asked, "So where exactly are we going?"
"Astrid's hut," he quickly replied. "She lives here in the plaza. Her help is necessary if we're to push back these raiders. She's the best warrior we've-"
"Hiccup!"
The voice of Astrid immediately caught Hiccup's ears. As they neared her hut, they saw both Astrid and Stormfly standing in front of the doorway of their home, making their stand against the nine raiders that cornered them.
Aside from that, Hiccup also noticed three corpses of raiders lying dead at Astrid's feet. As usual, she was held the forefront like a true viking, but it would not last for long.
One of the raiders laughed wickedly. It was a captain. "Haha! You maggot! You thought you could stand against us?! You've made a mistake by fighting back! Are you ready to die?!"
"Grah!" screeched Astrid, swinging her axe threateningly. "I'm not afraid of you, monster! I'll drown you in the blood of your little army!"
"Good luck with that! We will slaughter you, little girl, as we have had with countless others like you! KILL HER, MAGGOTS!"
Hiccup, Arn, and Toothless ran faster as the raiders began to close in on her, and as soon as they were in reach, Toothless fired a plasma blast at point-blank range, setting two of the raiders aflame.
Both raiders screamed in agony as the flames enveloped them. They fell to the ground and rolled in an attempt to put themselves out, but Hiccup and Arn swiftly finished them off, stabbing their weapons through their melting chest plates.
With their way cleared, they rushed to Astrid's side, making ready for the raiders to attack as they adjusted their footing and prepared for combat.
"You're late!" exclaimed Astrid angrily.
"Yeah, well we didn't see them coming!" replied Hiccup, swinging Inferno threateningly at the seven raiders. "Either way, at least we can take them on!"
The captain of the group gritted his teeth at the sight of Hiccup as he tightened the hold on his two-handed axe. "Two more vikings and another dragon! Tell me, who do you think you are?!"
Hiccup took an aggressive step forward. "My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, heir to the Berkian Tribe, and I am here to kill every single one of you!"
"Kill us?!" the raiders captain laughed. "Fool! You think you can defeat us so easily?! Every time you beat us back, we come back to your island again and again, larger than before! What hope do you have standing against-"
There was a pause. The captain's gaze suddenly fell onto Arn, and his eyes widened upon inspecting the warrior. His scalemail and leather armor were all too familiar, as well the blue colors he bore, and the grey furs that hung around his shoulders…
The raider's anger increased tenfold.
"An Alsworn runt?!" he bellowed out. "I never knew your kind would find its way here! Tell me, Odin-worshipper, how goes the fight back at home?! I've heard that your tribe and its allies are struggling!"
Arn lowered his brows, gripping both hands on his sword. "You should have never come here, orc! I sailed here and followed you south for a reason, and it's to find a way to stop you and your kind for good!"
Hiccup rose one of his brows. "An orc? What the Hel is an orc-"
"Stop us?!" the orc laughed. "Fool! Our forces are legion! You think a few Berkians with gaudy and dull weapons can defeat us?!" he asked, motioning his hand towards Hiccup's blade.
"I would think so! Come at me!" taunted Arn.
Hiccup reached a hand out. "Arn, wait-!"
It was too late. His anger was boiling. Arn immediately rushed forward at one of the captain's guards without warning, and as soon as he entered combat, both Hiccup and Astrid along with their dragons followed.
"Let's take them on!" shouted Astrid.
Hiccup rushed for the orc captain, Astrid went for the guard on the opposite flank from where Arn was, and Toothless and Stormfly went for the other four orcs, each of them taking two at a time.
Now separated, the group could focus on their own opponents.
Hiccup, being the expert swordsman he was, struck swiftly with his blade, maneuvering himself around the captain as much as he could. Though the orc attacked as hard as he could, the young viking was able to dodge and counter every strike the brute gave. The key to beating him was simple; the orc was bigger and stronger, and as such, Hiccup had to be quicker and smarter.
And then his moment came.
The large orc brought his great axe down in an attempt to cleave Hiccup in half, but with a swift and decisive deflection using the right leverage, the brute's weapon was knocked to the side, and that in turn knocked the orc off balance.
The captain struggled as he dazily stood up to pick up his axe, but before he could, the blade of a fiery, sharp weapon pierced through him like lava to rock.
Hiccup stabbed Inferno deep into the orc captain, and with that, he quickly took down the monstrous brute.
Upon pulling back his blade, he quickly backed up from the orc and proceed to kick his lifeless corpse to the ground. With the brute out of the way, his focus turned to Astrid and Arn, but found they needed no help.
Astrid, being the expertized warrioress she was, struck hard and precisely at the orc she faced. Her axe, though smaller than the raider's sword, was enough to parry and block his weapon. Using her strength and skill, she was able to land a few blows on the orc before finally cleaving her axe into side of his chest.
So great was her strike that the orc's chest armor broke, and her axe found its way through as it hacked into him. Unable to handle it, the brute fell to his knees and onto his front as Astrid pulled out her weapon.
That was another down.
Then there was Arn. The Alsworn viking, who had managed to stand his ground like Hiccup and Astrid, attacked with fury and strength. Though he did not strike as swiftly as he usually would, it was most definite that he was besting the orc, and soon, the raider found himself unable to match the lad's speed. Thus, with three swift but mighty slashes and strikes at the orc's right hand, Arn managed to chop it apart, causing the brute to drop his weapon.
But that did not stop him.
Though the orc was now unarmed, he roared loudly in Arn's face as his green eyes glowed fiercely and brightly. His left hand tightened into a fist as he prepared to throw a punch at the viking. To this, Arn merely took his sword and plunged it deep through the orc's open mouth, stabbing it up and through the back of his head before yanking it back to his side.
As bloody of a sight as it was, the orc was nonetheless taken care of. However, Arn was left slightly exhausted.
To this, Hiccup was left impressed by how the three of them performed. He approached Arn and Astrid and asked them, "Are you guys alright?"
Astrid nodded back at him. "I'm fine. Just a small bruise."
"Same," replied Arn. "But I'm almost out of a breath. It's been a little while since I've fought these brutes… though I will say, I'm surprised you managed to easily take out that captain. I've always had trouble with them."
"Yeah… though I wonder how Toothless and Stormfly are holding up-"
Hiccup's answer was instantly given. The sound of explosions from off to the side caught his attention as the four other orcs that Toothless and Stormfly fought were set aflame and blasted to smithereens.
The three vikings for a moment flinched, but soon stared back at the two victorious dragons who ran towards them, ready to move on.
Hiccup placed a hand on the Night Fury's head, petting him. "How are you doing, bud?" he asked.
Toothless huffed warm air from his nostrils, nodding his head. "I am doing good," he warbled in Dragonese, which Hiccup surprisingly understood.
"Right then. If there are no objections, I say we should get moving and look for Fishlegs," stated Hiccup.
"Agreed," replied Arn.
With that being said, the three vikings and their dragons quickly began moving, making their way towards the path leading down to the lower levels of the town near the cliffs.
...
Fishlegs, being the fisherman he was, was one who enjoyed living near the sea. As such, his hut was set up along the cliffs, right alongside the area where the dragon racing events once took place, before it was destroyed by a previous raid.
Despite the town being larger than it once was though, Hiccup still knew where he lived.
As they ran through the burning streets of the village whilst passing by brawls and fights between the orcs and their warriors, Hiccup looked at Arn with a questioning look. He could not get his mind off of what he said earlier.
"Arn. You called the raider captain earlier an orc... What exactly are they supposed to be?"
"An orc is an orc, and that's all you need to know!" he replied. "I'll tell you more later! Keep running!"
His mind was now flooded with more questions about the race that these raiders were. Orcs; that was what they were. But what exactly was their origin? Where did they come from? He did not know.
Still, Hiccup did not allow these thoughts to distract him from the mission at hand.
They continued running through the streets, cutting down any orc that got in their way - until they soon reached Fishlegs and his hut.
It was burned and destroyed.
Although the hut had a great view overlooking the ocean, the orcs were still able to climb the cliffs leading up to it, and like with Astrid they had Fishlegs surrounded and cornered.
The Ingerman stood in front of the door of his hut, wielding both hammer and shield whilst standing his ground with Meatlug as he fought off his foe.
But from Hiccup's point of view it looked like he did not need any help.
The twelve orcs that cornered Fishlegs were without a leader, and rather than charging the large viking as a group, they foolishly charged him in pairs.
And the viking and his Gronckle fought as one.
What Fishlegs and Meatlug lacked in speed they made up with strength. The orcs merely rushed towards their doom as the Ingerman and his dragon bashed them aside.
One came at Fishlegs, attempting to bring his sword up and around at him towards his left arm, but the lad was quick to block with his shield, and with a heavy strike across the orc's face he shattered the brute's skull.
Meatlug as well was standing her ground like a true Gronckle. Using both her bludgeoned tail to bash the orcs away while also spewing forth lava blasts at them, she managed to wipe out half of the group on her own while Fishlegs dealt with the other half.
And the outcome was gruesome.
Burnt and bashed corpses laid around Fishlegs as he slammed his hammer into the head of a nearby orc who struggled to get up, but like the first orc before him, his skull was crushed.
He looked around him, shouting out, "Anyone else!?"
There was no other orc nearby to challenge him. Only Hiccup, Astrid, and Arn, with their jaws dropped, were the only ones who stood nearby. Indeed, it was very impressive.
Hiccup made his way forward to Fishlegs, eye-widened. "I see you're battle-readied more than ever, Fishlegs."
"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked almost aggressively. "Hiccup, they burned down my hut! My belongings-!"
"We'll see to it later!" replied Hiccup. "For now, saving the town is our priority! That means finding the Twins so we can push these brutes back! Have you seen them?"
He shook his head. "No. But I did hear from someone that they were both down in the docks fighting back the raiders... as well as doing whatever they usually would."
"Tuffnut and Ruffnut," sighed Arn. "Always up to no good, eh?"
"Nope," replied Astrid. "Still, we have to get in there and help them out! Hiccup?"
"Agreed! Let's go!"
Once again the riders got moving, this time with Fishlegs and Meatlug at their side. Now things were about to heat up…
…
"Haha, you can't get us!" sang Tuffnut, flying around atop Barf and Belch with Ruffnut.
"Grr! Take them down, maggots! Fire the catapults! Loose your arrows! KILL THEM!"
The other ten enemy longships had now docked into the harbor, filled with twenty orcs each along with one catapult per ship. The Twins flew about on their dragon, causing explosions of fire with Zippleback gas to distract the raiders that fired upon them.
And with every shot they launched at the Twins, it was a miss.
"Are you guys even trying?!" laughed Ruffnut. "Get a better aim!"
Deciding that they needed to take a better and more offensive approach, the orcs began to port their longships near the piers, and by the dozens they came off - ready to fight.
And with them came their commander.
The large orc brought his ship onto the main center pier of the docks. He carried a large warhammer and was protected by heavily black-plated armored orcs who marched with him, thirsting for battle.
But despite their heavy numbers, the Twins were not alone.
Down below, Stoick and a hundred of his warriors had rushed in to aid them, lining up in defensive positions at the ends of the five piers the raiders landed on - opposite from them, yet it seemed that the Berkian chieftain was about to go head on with the enemy commander.
Both sides stopped, glaring down each other. Although Stoick was outnumbered, he was ready to give the commander a good fight.
The large orc grinned wickedly. "Look at you," he began. "You are all alone while your allies fight my forces above in your stinking little town! You think you can stop us, Berkians?!"
Stoick lowered his brows as he stepped out from the ranks of the twenty warriors that guarded him. "I'll have you know that I am the chief of this island! You come into my home, and threaten my people whilst thinking you can defeat us?! You have not won yet, brute!"
The commander let out a gargled laugh as he increased his grip against his warhammer. "Do you not see that you have already lost?! Our forces are legion! We will keep coming back even if you beat us here! You cannot-"
"Dad!"
Hiccup's voice bellowed throughout the harbor, loud enough to interrupt the orc which caused Stoick to turn around and eye his son coming towards him.
He spotted the lad running down the ramp into the harbor with the riders and their dragons following, and the viking warriors behind Stoick reacted quickly as they made room for them to make way to his side.
"Well it's about time they showed up," said Tuffnut, still watching them from above.
Hiccup, Astrid, Fishlegs, and Arn came to a halt as they stood by the chieftain, holding their weapons out towards the orcs.
"You came just in time, son," said Stoick with a proud smirk. "Are you ready for a fight?"
"Like I haven't had enough, dad. I say we show them what happens when they mess with the wrong vikings!"
Hiccup's words were loud enough for the commander to hear, to which the orc stepped forward from his ranks, now facing the young viking and his riders eye to eye.
"So," he wickedly cackled, "It is not the chieftain's mighty vikings, but a group of scrawny children and a fat keg who comes to his defense, along with their scaly winged gits! Have you come to die, then?"
"I did not come here to die," responded Hiccup. "I came to bury you here and send you down to Helheim where you belong! Your don't deserve to live!"
"And you believe you can defeat us?! Listen maggot, many voyages from this island beyond your fetid Archipelago, more of us stand ready to sail south to deal with you and the rest of Midgard! What chance do you stand against our legions?"
"They stand more of a chance than you do," spoke Arn as he stepped forward and made an appearance to the orc. "Not expecting to see me here, were you?"
The brute's gritted smirk turned into a look of red anger. If there was anything they hated the most, it was anyone who came from the lands beyons that they too came from, and that included the vikings of the Alsworn tribe.
"An Alsworn git stands before us all alone without his tribe and allies? You are weak without them, maggot! You've sailed south away from Valnr, only to come and die!"
"That is where you are wrong, orc," spat back Arn as he spun his blade provokingly. "I may not stand with my tribe, but I am not alone! Look around you! You are fighting yet again against both dragons and vikings!"
The word orc coming from Arn's mouth caught Stoick and some of his warriors nearby off guard. The chieftain gave a glare. He wondered how the lad knew what they were, and where they even came from.
"Well to be fair, it's more of us here than dragons," added on Tuffnut randomly from above. "But this Arn dude, I'm starting to like him! Well- not as much as H."
The orc commander merely replied with a laugh as Tuffnut went off topic, and it was a hard laugh. Though to Hiccup, he was now beginning to question not just the orcs now, but Arn as well. More words were also beginning to come back to him from the vision.
Especially that one word; Valnr. What was it?
Eventually the orc stopped laughing as his eyes turned away from Arn and onto Hiccup. "Have you and your tribe ever considered why we are here, or even how we got here? It is thanks to your friend that we have traveled south!"
All of the warriors including Stoick now gave faces of confusion. What was he talking about?
The orc continued talking. "If your Alsworn git had not led us to believe that there were more lands south of where we came from, we would have never been able to discover more maggoty vikings than we could have ever imagined, or even more of those git-faced dwarves and pointy-earred elves! And now at long last, Midgard will burn!"
Without another word, the orc rose his warhammer up in the air and let out a loud almost ear-piercing roar as he shouted, "CHARGE!"
And with that, the orcs charged at the lines of vikings that stood across from them; with all of them bracing for impact. They were after all outnumbered.
But Hiccup refused to brace. Instead, he rose Inferno up into the air and with a loud voice shouted, "Toothless, plasma blast!"
The Night Fury in response fired his plasma blast at the oncoming orcs ahead of them, and the front rank immediately bursted into flames - setting alight nearly half of them.
The commander however still stood.
This as a result slowed down and nearly halted the orcs' charge, and that's when Toothless's anger took over as he let out a loud and bellowing roar which echoed across the area. He had had enough of not just the orcs, but the raids as a whole.
Everything suddenly went quiet. From what Hiccup understood coming out of his mouth in dragonese however, he heard Toothless shout, "Dragons of Berk! Your alpha calls for you!"
What then followed was a great flocking sound of wings, and as Hiccup looked towards the skies he saw many winged figures come into view. It was the sight of dozens of dragons, coming to the aid of their alpha.
It was by this point that the orcs had actually stopped their charge as they stared at the sight of the dragons flying above them with their mouths lit, ready to blow them into smithereens. No more viking blood would be spilled tonight.
Hiccup then snapped his fingers, and that's when it happened…
"Attack!" shrieked Toothless.
From all around, the dragons began blasting forth fire at the orcs, setting not just their forces aflame but as well as their longships, so that they had nowhere to run.
And in a frightened reaction, the orcs turned around and began running.
All except one…
The orc commander looked all around him as his forces tried to flee for their ships, only to watch as they were burnt alive and blasted apart.
"Stand and fight, maggots! You cowards!" he shouted, but it was far too late.
He looked back at Hiccup who walked forward amidst the burning corpses of his forces, adjusting Inferno as he spun it in a taunting manner. Clearly he too was sick of the raids.
This night, none of them would escape.
The orc gripped his hands tightly on his warhammer and swayed it in the air like a literal maniac. If anything, he was angrier than a dragon.
Hiccup's voice then rose up to the raider. "It's just you and me!"
"DAMN YOU," he shouted beastly. "If I die tonight, then I am TAKING YOU WITH ME! GRAAGH!"
The orc raised his weapon to his right shoulder, now charging Hiccup who alone was now rushing him as well. The two combatants had their weapons up and out, ready to strike, and that was when they both finally clashed…
The two fought with their own unique styles. Like before, Hiccup struck quicker and utilized his cunning to outmaneuver the orc. The raider comparss to Hiccup however used brute force and heavier attacks to take him on, and to this, the orc even managed to get a few bruises on the lad. But with every strike that Hiccup was able to parry and dodge, the smaller viking simply struck back and countered.
As a whole, the situation appeared even for the both of them... until the orc commander rose his hammer up and prepared to bring it down heavily in an attempt to crush Hiccup's skull. Yet in that moment, the lad already had a plan up his sleeve.
Though everyone was tempted to help him out, they understood Hiccup wanted this to be a one on one… for now.
With swift haste, Hiccup dodged the orc's downward strike from his warhammer, and then swung Inferno towards an exposed part of the brute's right arm. His flaming blade came around in a cleave, and with a quick but decisive attack, he struck a grievous cut across the orc's upper arm.
But that was not enough to stop him.
The commander turned his head to Hiccup who now stood on his right. He firmly grasped his warhammer with both hands and swung it around repeatedly with brute force, hoping to successfully hit the scrawny viking, and although it was close, he still missed.
Hiccup dodged to the right, now standing behind the orc in a defensive position, but the commander was not about to let his assault down. He continued attacking Hiccup head on, once again bringing his hammer down from above, but in response, Hiccup quickly backed up, causing the orc's warhammer to strike the floor of the pier beneath them.
Now he was in trouble.
"Astrid, Arn, come help me out! Toothless, prepare to fire!"
The two Vikings without question immediately rushed for the orc commander as Toothless flexed his wings out and prepared to ready another plasma blast, and as the two blonde vikings engaged the orc, the brute spun around to the sound of their footsteps. All of sudden, he realized that he was being attacked on all sides.
The two warriors lashed out at the brute, who responded by raising up his weapon to block their strikes, putting them in a weapon lock. But that was when he felt something leap on top of him.
Hiccup jumped atop the large orc's back, which in turn broke the weapon-lock with Astrid and Arn. To that, the orc began shaking himself around in an attempt to get the lad off of him.
But then he felt pain. All of a sudden, a sharp and burning sensation went through his upper-back, stabbing him near the back of his neck. It was in that moment that Hiccup plunged Inferno as deep as he could into the orc, which in turn melted through the back of his chestplate. As such, the brute began to slow down.
Hiccup leaped off the orc, who struggled to strike the lad with his heavy weapon, but once again the brute felt more pain; this time, it was in both of his arms.
Astrid and Arn both took the opportunity to slice their weapons through the exposed parts of the commander's arms, rendering him completely useless and unable to fight back as he dropped his hammer to the ground.
As the orc fell to both knees, Hiccup looked at Astrid and Arn and shouted, "Back up! Go go go!" to which the three of them then retreated back to Toothless's side. While they had fought, the black dragon had been preparing his finishing move for the orc, and now he was ready.
In that moment, the Night Fury let it all out. His maw lit up with purple fire, and to that, he unleashed his plasma blast at the orc. What followed was a bright purple light as the orc burst into flames and was sent hurling off. The impact of the blast alone was fatal.
After that, the only thing the riders heard was the sound of a large splash as the commander's body landed in the water of the harbor.
And then, everyone stood silent. They could no longer hear any fighting up above in the town...
…
No raider escaped that night. But then again, the cost came heavier than what anyone anticipated.
Hiccup and the riders walked through the town center of Berk, gazing at the corpses of vikings and orcs that were scattered around. How much more blood had to be spent over a single raid?
As a matter of fact, Hiccup did not know whether to consider it as a raid anymore. It was more or less a siege.
The warriors who wandered about the streets were especially disgusted by the damage. Out of the three thousand people they had on Berk, two hundred villagers, as well as a hundred more warriors, laid dead.
Hiccup looked back at the others with much disappointment in himself for not being able to save their fallen. "Let's hope that's the last of them. These raids are costing too much for us."
"If only that were the case," sighed Arn, gazing down at the corpse of a nearby orc. "I've fought with these brutes before, Hiccup. Back at home. You don't understand how many of them there are or what damage they can do. Compared to Snotlout and Clan Jorgenson, they are-"
"Legion, as you say? Are they really here because of you?"
There was a pause. The riders looked off to the side towards the general direction of the great hall as they saw Stoick approach them with an unpleasant look on him. He was not happy at all with the outcome.
Hiccup rose one of brows. "Dad? What are you talking about-"
"Silence, Hiccup..." interrupted Stoick angrily. "I have little time for words. Right now I want all of you to rally to the great hall along with the war council. Get the hall emptied out."
"A war council?" asked Hiccup. "Dad, what are you-!?"
"I said SILENCE!" bellowed Stoick loudly. "I am not in the mood for talking! Do you not see the destruction that was brought to us tonight?! I've had enough of it!"
The riders expressed shock and bewilderment. The aftermath of the battle had brought Stoick's anger to a new height, but they knew not why they were unable to speak their minds.
It was then however that Stoick pointed a finger towards Arn. With a low voice he said, "And you. If you say anything back to me, I will have you cuffed in chains. You know what these… monsters are, so I expect an explanation from you as soon as we begin our meeting…"
To be continued...