He couldn't believe his eyes, but as he listened closely he could hear the body breathing weakly. His face brightened up, and he ran up to the docks to get some of the healers along with Gobber.
"Gobber! I need help anyone!" He yelled out, making some Vikings jump. Everyone was confused, but Stoick ignored it and ran back down stairs. Gobber, Hoark, Phlegma and Spitelout followed behind, confused expressions on their faces.
As they came down their eyes widened. Hiccup's eyes were half opened, fighting the urge of resting. The four set to work and begun to clean the wounds of Hiccup. Gobber removed the fabric around Hiccup's left leg, putting some cloth to stop the bleeding with. Hiccup screamed in pain everything something touched his sensitive skin and burning wounds. Stoick stood behind them all, watching the four clean his son up, trying to save his life.
After cleaning away most of the blood they gasped at the sight of his mid body part. It was all black and blue; some spots almost a faint color of yellow. They didn't have the right medication on the ship to help him heal properly; it would need lots of bandages and some medicine they've got back on Berk. Gobber removed the cloth again as he had cleaned some of Hiccup's leg. He examined the leg carefully, noticing how damaged it actually was. Gobber asked Spitelout to take care of the leg while he went to talk to Stoick.
"I need to speak with you," He said, making his way up to deck. Stoick followed behind with a confused, yet worried, expression as they stepped away from the crowds. "Stoick," He started, taking a deep breath before continuing, "His leg, it's to damage. I'm afraid we don't have any other options but to…," His head fell low without having to say the last part. Stoick understood him perfectly.
"What?!" Stoick yelled in shock. He closed his eyes, feeling all the pressure on him growing. He knew there was no other option if Gobber said so. Before answering he took a deep breath and turned back to meet his old friends pair of eyes. "Do it," He said, leaning over the deck to look at the ocean beneath them. Gobber went down stairs with a machete in his hand. Hiccup was half awake, but could hear the faint voices around him.
"Okay, lad. I'm not going to lie, this will hurt. Go back to sleep now," Gobber tried to soothe him with calming words as Hoark grip the machete and Spitelout stood with some towels along with Phlegma. Hoark hesitated, but aimed right under his kneecap and brought it down.
Hiccup screamed in pain, breathing heavily and sweating at the same time. He slowly drifted off to unconsciousness as the pain became too much for him. His scream echoed in the open space around the armada, letting every Viking hear it. None of them had any idea of what was going on, neither did the riders. All they did was either watch their chief's movements and expressions or they were working on the injured ones. Some men and women took a break, shifting position with some other Vikings to rest their arms after rowing so much.
Stoick didn't know what was happening beneath them, but he sure did know it wasn't anything good. Well technically it was a good thing, but the pain couldn't possible stand for the word good. After a while, he couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't stand the thought of his son going through something like losing a leg, and he's not even by his side. Moving away from the rail, walking to the door.
As he opened it, he could hear moans of what sounded like pain. Hurried, he rushed down the wooden stairs, seeing the four still around his son. There were towels and some bandages covered in blood, but what caught his eye was the bandage around his son's now amputated leg.
He walked over to the side of the bed, passing by the four of them as they made room for him. Grabbing Hiccup's arm, he squeezed it tight, but not too tight, letting him know he was there. Hiccup's head didn't move as he had expected. Neither did his eyes respond nor his hand squeeze back to let him know he was still there. It was all just expectations. But that was all he did right?
Expect more out of his son? Expect him to be a Viking and not the runt of the village? Somehow he knew everything would change once they set their feet back on Berk, and once his son took his first steps with his new leg after recovering.