(Out of character, A How To Train Your Dragon skit.) I do not own anything to do with How to Train Your Dragon or any of it's affiliates. I own nothing but an imagination. This is just a skit, it had nothing to do with Negima either.

Which is sad.

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The sun shone upon Berk with a careless beauty that can only come from something that has done this sort of wonderful action a million times before, and considers it not worth it's effort of looking at. Berk was wonderful in the morning it shone with reflected sunlight from the snow and water in beautiful ways, but at the moment, Stoic was not concerned with much of that. He was staring at a note in his hand, it was small, like the hand he supposed had traced the perfect runes. It was such a short note, but it said so much. It spoke of fear, it spoke of action and most of all it spoke of something that he had forgotten his son was capable of.

It spoke of stupidity and brashness.

Stoic crumpled the note in his first with a crisp retort and flung it from him. It landed in the dead, cold hearth. His son feared something would happen to his dragon, so he goes off into the night with it. Alone. What, Stoic thought to himself; was a guaranteed way to make sure an accident prone boy and his dragon would get into danger and trouble? Send them off alone without any backup in an un-named direction and length of time.

Which was exactly what the boy had \done. Odin's beard.

He shook his head, his own beard rustling over his mail. He opened his door and walked out into the sunshine, in no mood for the day's happiness, he was too busy brooding over his own son's waywardness. He grunted a greeting of some sort to Gobber as he passed, but his agenda changed when he set eyes on perhaps the one person who would make his boy see sense.

Behind every great man was a great woman who pushed hi after all, and smacked him when he made a stupid mistake. Stoic's neck had seen it's fair share of branding, and he figured Hiccup needed his, only Astrid would probably put him out of commission, tie him to toothless and fly them both back to Berk.

So much the better for him then. This would be over soon enough. Stoic strode around the village towards the mead hall, barely pausing to hear a agonized yell and someone muttering that they should prepare for a storm, for Bucket's bucket was getting tight. Stoic entered the hall and spotted Astrid with the others, and he pulled her aside to show her the note without preamble. She looked at it for a few minutes, and she seemed to be stewing in her juices about it. A single sentence spoke volumes to her, more than it did to Stoic himself. She seemed to want to burn the paper with her very eyes.

Stoic was rather surprised it already had not burst into flame. She looked up at him and he was very glad that anger was not directed at him. He had seen Valka that mad only on a few occasions, and he was never the same afterward.

"How long ago?"

Stoic shook his head.

"I know he was here up to last night. I saw this this mornin'. Just promise me you'll bring him back in one piece."

She had already half turned away and had taken a pace but she granted Stoic a backwards glance.

"I'll bring him back, but I'm not sure about the one piece part."

Stoic watched her walk away and shook his head.

"Boy's already lost a leg. I'm afraid she'll bring him back witho' a head."

C F Winchester: Don't worry, this won't slow my other updates~