Stoic dragged his son into the great hall, then gently let go of his boy's arm. "Is the original plan still on?"
"Yea, but we are going to have to be more careful, especially with the other teens." Stoic looked down, worried.
"Son, there is something I must tell you. The entry about the nightfury, I did that. It was the only way I could think of to keep Toothless from being shot down. I didn't know you would go after him."
Hiccup chuckled. "Better me than one of the others. Oh and dad, you left out a little detail. Nightfuries are very protective of their families."
"What? I forgot to put that in the description?" He shared a laugh with his boy then added, "Hiccup, how, how did Toothless get out of the cove?"
"I don't know dad, be careful."
"You to son."
Stoic winced when he saw how roughly the Vikings were treating Toothless. He wanted to tell them to stop, tell them that was not how a Viking prince should be treated. "Lead us home, devil." He spat, but the hand brushing Toothless's arm said something different. It said 'sorry, son, so sorry'. Toothless growled, but gave his dad a slight nuzzle.
When they got to the nest, Toothless grew nervous. Every now and then, Stoic would glance over to make sure he was okay. he was fine just getting more and more nervous.
"The beast seems uneasy." Gobber noted. That did it.
"He is not a beast." Stoic growled.
"Oh, what is he?"
"A prince." He whishpered, but not as low as he hoped.
"What?!" Gobber yelled, the rest of the tribe stared at him.
"I'll explain later, right now let's break this nest." Stoic growled, getting them back on track. When they broke the nest, the other dragons flew out in panic, and Stoic and Toothless traded terrified looks. "It's not over!"