Chapter 2
The moon shown over a small village on the island of Berk. The pale moon light bounced of the wooden roofs of small huts that dotted the slopes and rolling hills of the landscape. The darkness Illuminated by the torches of large Viking warriors standing guard in there watch towers. Ever so vigilant of their worst enemy, the dragon menace. All the huts were as dark as the night sky. There occupants asleep, and their fires and candles long burned out. All except for the great hall. Witch fires burned so bright you could see the glow burn its way through the cracks of the doors of the mountain it was carved into.
Inside the mountain hall stood two large men. The largest one having long hair tied into a tight braid, and a large beard as red as the burning coals in the large fire pit they stood by. His arms covered in the scars from battles past with the fire breathing beasts.
Next to him stood a man only slightly smaller in size and muscle. His hair falling in black unkept waves to the base of his neck. His chin ruff with the stubble of an unshaven chin. His arms no less scared by the teeth, claws, and fire of the beasts.
The two men stood in silence for the longest time. Carefully nursing their mugs of sweet mead. Until the smaller Viking spoke, "Are you sure you can fallow threw with this Stoik", he said in are dark and series tone.
"And what makes you question I wont Spitlout", said Stoik I just as dark tone.
Leaned his body in closer to express his point he said, "He IS your son after all", "And we can't have you deciding you don't want to fallow through because of some hidden feelings you have for him".
Stoik's eyes then turned as pail and lifeless as the moon as he said, "There are no feelings", "I am completely prepared to do what I must for the good of my people".
"GOOD", yelped Spitlout as he finished off his drink and started to make his way out of the great hall.
But before exiting the two over sized doors he turned and spoke, "The ship will be here tomorrow night", "Make sure you and hiccup are there on time".
"You have nothing to fear Spitlout", "Soon your son will be my heir", "and hiccup will be gone", said Stoik narrowing his eyes at the man.
And with that Spitlout exited the hall with a small smile from the thought of what was to come for his family. Leaving Stoik alone to stare at the red flames coming from the fire, with only one thought in mind.
This will be over soon.