/Hello there, New chapter now! Sorry for the delay. I don't even have a valid excuse but...yeah..enjoy? I guess.

"Dagur?" Stoick says, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. The man stood infront of them grins.

"The one and only." He says, a leisurely look spreading across his face. He begins to stroll forward, off the boat. "Ah Stoick, long time no see...in fact, I think we were in the middle of getting our treaty signed were we not?" He asks, narrowing his eyes slightly as he did so.

Stoicks mouth opens slightly, but Gobber cuts him off before he has the chance to speak.
"And if I remember correctly, you said to consider it signed, is that not right?"

Dagurs expression drops.
"And if I remember correctly, it was never officially signed. And why was that? Ah yes, because of the 'dragon attack.'" He says, making quotation marks with his fingers. "But that wasn't legit- was it?"

Stoicks eyebrows furrow,
"Then what do you suppose it was?" The chief asks, a hint of annoyance in his voice. Dagur smirks.
"Tell me Stoick, what idiot do you take me for?" He asks.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" Gobber comments under his breath. A muffled snort is clearly heard from somewhere behind them. Stoick narrows his eyes, though admittedly he did find his friends comment slightly amusing.

Dagur snarls, taking another step towards the two. He leans right up to Stoick, clearly not bothered about how much larger the other man was.
"I know about the dragons." He hisses, "I know everything."

The other two took a moment to register what they had both been told. He knew? How? They had taken extra caution to make sure the Bersekers didn't find out, in fact that was the last thing they wanted anyone to know.

"You know?" He stutters, face paling slightly. Who knows what Dagur was planning. He had come for a reason, and it was becoming evidently clear that he did not just want to get the treaty signed. Dagur smiles, apparently satisfied with the reaction. He gives a satisfied nod.
"Now. Why don't we get this thing signed. Oh and don't forget about my tour." He says, showing his yellowed teeth through a grin.

Gobber rolls his eyes.
"You must be really intrested in Berk if you really need another tour." He comments, but Stoick places a hand in front of him.

"Let's just get this thing over and done with." Stoick sighs, glancing to his village. Something wasn't quite right, and to be honest, the sooner this thing was over, the better.

Dagur grins, scanning the docks, then his face falls.
"Hey, Stoick, where's Hiccup?" He questions, a confused look about him. Stoicks eyes widen a little, and he gives a quick glance up to the house.

"Uh..." He begins, being speechless for the first time since the boat had pulled up. Dagur gives a questioning look, his suspicions rising.
"Stoick?" He asks again.
"He-he's just..." The chief starts, glancing to Gobber for some help. The other sighs a little, also glancing behind them.
"Hiccup got bit...hurt. That's all. I'm sure he'll be up again for you to, er, see him." He says, kind of making a huge understatement of what was actually happening.

Dagur raises an eyebrow, a tiny smirk flickering over his face for a second.
"Oh, I see.." he says in a calm tone. He gives the two nervous looking men one more glance before shrugging. "Lets just move on why don't we." He suggests in a rather cheerful tone. Stoick looks to Gobber, who gives a slightly confused look. Dagur seemed awfully happy over the fact his son was bedridden due to injuries. But then again, maybe he should be thankful, all these questions just seemed to be asking him question himself.

"Uh, yes. Okay Dagur, I suppose this is the best way to start..." He says, moving away from the docked boats. Neither of the two Berkians notices Dagurs sly glance towards the men inhabiting the Beserkers boat.

Astrid didn't know if that day could move any slower. Stoick still hadn't returned from his chiefly duties, and Hiccup was still to wake up. Though he did seem to be doing better than what he was before hand. In fact he was beginning to shuffle a little, which she was hoping meant he was going to wake soon. The healer had said within the next few days, so today as always a possibility.

Well it wasn't as if Astrid was alone, the other teens had joined her earlier that day, but they were never a whole load of help. Entertaining, yes, helpful? No.

Fishlegs and Snotlout were sat at the table, Astrid was almost positive they weren't even talking about anything useful. Most likely an argument about how much the larger boy knew.

Ruff and Tuff were scrawled across the sofa, having a quiet bicker. It didn't matter about the circumstances, the two would find something to argue about eventually. At that moment, they seemed to be having trying to find out who knew the most about a Zippleback, probably in the most violent way they could imagine.

Then there was Toothless, who seemed to be the only one actually doing anything, you know, not annoying. He was curled up in the corner of the room, constantly keeping at least one eye on the boy.

Astrid sighed, turning back to the bed. She knew the others meant well and all, but it was hard not to get frustrated with them. She looked at Hiccup, how she had managed to put up with those four before... well you know, was a complete mystery to her. She walks over, pulling the stool to the side of the bed. Toothless let out a small noise, as if to say 'I know you won't, but if you hurt him, it will be the last thing you do.'

Astrid gives him a smile, sitting down. He takes Hiccups hand, carefully rubbing small circles on the back of it. Hiccup moves again, his head lulling round a little. Astrid smile encouragingly,
"Come on Hic..." She says in a quiet voice. She didn't want the others to be the first thing he saw when he woke, she wanted that job.

She coaxes him on for a little longer, before giving a sigh of frustration. He apparently didn't want to wake up just yet. No matter how hard she tried. She stares off to the other side of the room, trying to stop her eyes from brimming with tears. Astrid Hofferson doesn't cry. Especially when she knew deep down that everything would be okay.

Then, she feels a small pressure on her hand. Her head snaps down, to be greeted with a one eye open, exhausted looking face.
"Hey." A quiet voice says, giving a lopsided grin. Astrid stares at him for a second, lost in her own shock. Her mouth stretches in a smile, the tears finally do fall a little.

"H-hey." She returns, her voice full of tears and joy.

"And as you know," Stoick starts, "this is my house." Stoick finishes. That afternoon had been tiring to say the least. For some obscene reason Dagur had insisted on seeing every single thing the village had to offer. And as much as Stoick wanted to get back to his son, he had no choice but to take him to every place he desired. He had to draw the line when he asked for a hike through the woods.

Dagur nods thoughtfully.
"Berk seems to be doing...well..." He says, looking round at the village. Usually, after a comment like that, Stoick would feel proud for his village, but the way Dagur had said it just didn't seem to feel...right.

Stoick nods instead, looking at the man.
"So, can we get this thing signed now?" He asks. Dagur opens his mouth to speak, before shaking his head.
"Oh, but, Stoick, but the papers are in the great hall... I would hate to have to make you leave again...especially when its getting so late." Dagur says, motioning to the darkening sky. Stoick growled.

"It's really no problem." He replies through gritted teeth. Dagur scowls for a fraction of a second.
"But...it's so late... I can't sail home now." He complains, completely overdoing the sarcasm. Stoick looks over to the ocean. He supposed Dagur may have a point, and as much as he wanted to get him off his island, he couldn't force him to leave.

"Okay Dagur." Stoick groans, trying his best to sound not like a six year old, "you can stay the night in the spare room in my house. We can get to the papers tomorrow, okay?" Dagur smiles widely,
"Oh Stoick!" Dagur smiles, "that's a great offer, how could I ever refuse?"

Stoick simply nods, turning to the door. As his face turns away from Dagur, he rolls his eyes, frustrated with himself. Why on Earth did he think that that was a good offer to make? But there was no getting out of it now, he'd just have to make it through the night. And keep him away from Hiccup.

With a muffled sigh, he pushes the door open, instantly hearing the chatter of Hiccups friends, and gestured for Dagur to enter.

/Okay, long chapter (for me) To make up for the wait. I'm not sure if the updates will get any faster, but that is the plan... see you soon!