Hiccup's POV
It's a mess. Everything. I shouldn't have told him about the nest. It would've been better for everyone. And now we both have to pay the price. Stoick and his people will die, and the rest of us have to suffer for that. All because I couldn't keep my anger contained. I admit it felt good, but it's not like me to do that. I've never been so angry in my life, but still, how could he do it?
The village deserved to hear it, and I saw how they looked at him after I told them about him abusing me. They stopped looking at him as the kind and caring chief. Instead they all looked at him in horror, and from the second he started shouting at me, their looks became terrified. I need to get out of here. I pick the lock with my dagger, running to the docks to see the sun rising on the horizon and Vikings preparing the ships. Stoick has never looks as angry as he is now. He's shouting at his own people, and gains only more horrified looks.
There's no sign of Toothless anywhere. He must still be in the arena. As I watch the Vikings load boats, getting ready to set off for Dragon Island, and also their own gate to Valhalla. I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning around to see Astrid with her friends. She looks worried and scared. Her hand reaches out for my neck that hurts as if knifes is cutting my throat. I winced and she pulled away immediately. Instead of keeping my eyes locked with her, I turn around to watch the hard working Vikings. We stand there in completely silence. It's kind of awkward, but I don't feel like talking right now.
I need to figure out a way to save Stoick and his tribe, but how? I got Toothless, but we won't be able to do it alone. I could try to reason with them again, but it won't work. It will just make it worse. And I would need back up. Who would want to stand by my side? Then it hit me. I turn around with a smile plastered on my face, looking at the teens. They kept staring at the docks, not noticing me before I run to the arena where Toothless and the dragons from dragon training.