Stoick's POV
I banged my hand with a knife in it to the hard wooden table, leaving a mark in the middle of a dragon's heart on the map in front of me.
"Either we finish them or they'll finish us! It's the only way we'll be rid of them! If we dint the nest and destroy it, the dragons will leave. They'll find another home. One more search before the ice sets in," I said frustrated after the previous event of my son. Why won't he just be as normal as the other teens? Is that too much to ask for?
"Those ships never come back," A Viking whined, speaking for everyone else in the room.
"We're Vikings! It's an occupational hazard. Now who's with me?" I yelled, hearing them mutter and disagreeing. Sigh. "Those who stay will look after Hiccup," With that every fist raise in the air, begging for me to come with. No one in this village really likes my boy and I can understand why. He's a disappointment to my family's name. I dismissed the meeting, walking over to Gobber for advice.
"Gobber, I need some help. What am I going to do with Hiccup? Nothing is working; he won't even eat the food I give him!" I said, sitting down on the bench beside him.
"I don't know, Stoick. But starving your own son won't make anything better, nor sending him in prison! If you haven't noticed he moved his stuff to my house," I looked up at him with a confused look.
"What?"
"He begged me to let him stay with me after all you have done to him. You're starving him, blaming him, prisoning him and worst of all taking you anger out on him. He's just trying to fit in."
"I'm sorry. I'll talk to him later. Can you open his cell door?" I asked, standing up and making my way towards the doors.
"Sure, Stoick," He said, somehow disappointed.