Stoick's POV
I stand on the boat, watching the docks of Berk come closer and closer. Gobber walked over to me, giving me a hand, but a shocked expression came over his face as he saw the burned ship.
"I hope you found the nest," He said, taking my basket in his hands.
"Not even close. Any news on dragon training?" I asked, keeping my gaze forward. In the corner of my eye I could see Gobber's face lighten up and a smile appeared underneath his long braided blonde mustache. I stopped to look at him with a confusing face.
"Good news actually! In two days Astrid or Hiccup will be the one of getting the honor of killing their first dragon, by the looks of it. I bet on Hiccup," Hearing the good news made me happy, but curious. How could my Hiccup place first in dragon training? Something is going on.
"Hiccup?" I asked in disbelief.
"Aye, it's weird. He got this thing with the beasts. It's almost too good to be true," He's right about that.
"Where is he now?" I asked him, hoping he was at home or at Gobber's.
"Hard to know exactly. After training and until evening he's nowhere to be found," That's it; I need someone to find him. If he's hiding, he's probably hiding something. It's impossible to have him placing first in dragon training. Or is it just me overreacting? Maybe this is what he was born to do, and we all were wrong all along?
"Tomorrow I want you to send the teens to find him. If what you say about him going off to Odin knows where, is right, then I attempt to find out why," He nodded in understanding, and we kept walking towards my house in hope to find Hiccup.