this chapter is stoick's scene!

i had over read my work and i think i need to work on hiccup and hicca expressions more so ill try and do better on the next chapter

enjoy!

Stoick had always been a light sleeper. Any noise could wake the brawn man from his slumber. He was also a person who never slept in so getting up at half six every morning was just a normal occurrence to the man.

He went to the washroom to brush through the dread locks of red from his face and brush his teeth. His suit organized and hanging on the wardrobe, a three piece ebony. Once he was ready and got his papers arranged in proper order, the man exited the bedroom going down the hallway. His slippers stopped outside the twin's room.

Second or minutes had passed but Stoick didn't move. His light green eyes studied the door landing on the circle doorknob. He felt his hand twitch at his side; like it wanted to more towards the knob and twist. His face grimaced at the fact he can't even just open the door that held his teenage children inside.

He was afraid of looking into the room, because it has been a few years But the memories linger in his mind, a time when he did kiss his children goodnight or read them a story with the little twins sitting on one of the beds looking up at their huge father with innocent and awe expressions. He cherished them but then they became ultimately painful he couldn't handle it.

He stopped the affections, the hugs even the touch was driven away, all because his beloved and beautiful wife Valka was taken from him. Leaving him to raise two six year olds who didn't understand why their mummy was gone.

Eight years went by and the damage had been done. It should have never happened. Stoick should have put a stop to it. But the trauma of losing his love caused him to become oblivious to his surroundings, keeping his distance, neglecting his children through work.

Leaving before they woke for school and arriving late at night when they slept. Yesterday was a rare case being home at six, only to find the youngsters not home. He couldn't help the unease feeling inside his chest, mostly because he didn't actually know what his son and daughter did after school. But there was one conclusion; they were always together.

So when he heard the voices anger began to overcome the anxiety, the coldness is his speech when he spoke to his kids noticing the flinches which he overlooked. He was worried, concerned but he didn't show it. With a final glance he made them go to bed not seeing the crestfallen faces, the warmth of a father they dearly desired.

He has been stuck in this routine for too long it was difficult to change. It was so hard to express that he truly did love his boy and girl due to the ice that secured his emotions. So maybe that explains why he is standing outside the panel door.

But a peep wouldn't hurt right?

Just to see if his kids are still tucked away in bed.

Luckily no sound was made when accessing the room. The door opened wide due to his frame taking over. Straightaway he saw the curled up figure of his son with an arm behind his head used for a pillow, his small chest rising up and down on an even level. His head moving to the left, his daughter had vanished underneath the quilt, only a speck of brown hair sticking out, but he detected the movement of her body indicating she was breathing.

In his mind he wanted to stay and just simply stare, to take in the scenery of not only the room but the two very precious people inside, however his heart declined. It was becoming too much already for he doesn't only see them but Valka as well.

With a hand squeezing his heart, he quietly left the space and closed the door behind him. He lingered his rough hand on the door for a mere second before going down the stairs to get breakfast for another long day of work.

i think i did well with this chapter but yeah i will leave the opinions up to you!

actually i thought it was a bit early to write about stoick's feelings but once i read over it, i realised it goes well from the last chapter