Chapter Twenty-One: Life goes on and we move with it
Stoick stood at the landing base and watched as the three ships entered the Hooligan-Harbor. They were big and had colorful sails and there was a lot going-on on their decks.
Horns sounded, making it official that their guests had arrived.
All of Berks population gathered at the base.
The plank was lowered and a woman Stoicks size, stepped of the boat. She was tall and beefy and muscular and wide. She had dark brown hair and brown eyes. Arms akimbo she looked around. "Stoick" she bellowed loud "it's good to see ya'." Stoick nodded. "You too Bertha. Welcome. I hope you had a good trip?" Bertha nodded. "Not too bad." She looked around. "Where's that talking fishbone of a son of you?" Stoick cleared his throat. "He's dead. Since a few month now." Bertha looked at him pitting. "Maybe it's better that way. Well, good thing I didn't bring Camicazi then. Girl's ill." Stoick nodded. He didn't see the point in correcting Bertha. It wouldn't change a thing.
The Bog-Bogglers started to empty their ships, bringing things to trade and presents and own supplies on land.
Stoick watched them, as he waited.
He saw a movement in the corner of his eye and turned the head. A woman, maybe a bit younger than him, stumbled over a rope on the dock while carrying a heavy looking box. Stoick reached out as she fell and caught her with one hand and the box with the other.
Careful he let the box down and helped the woman straighten up. "Is everything alright?" She blushed a deep red and said: "Yes. I'm sorry Chief Stoick. I've always been a bit clumsy." She bent down to pick up the box but winced.
"You sure everything is alright?" "My ankle" she admitted "it hurts." Stoick bent down, scooped up the box and offered the woman his arm. "I take you to our healer. If you want." The woman blushed again. "Thank you Sir. That's very nice."
A small smile graced Stoicks lips. "Call me Stoick. What's your name?" "Hylla." "That's a beautiful name." "Thank you." "You are beautiful too." She blushed again. "Let's get going." She nodded and together they walked away.
AN: Sorry that it's so short but I had no idea what to write. So, yes, Stoick goes on with his life. I Think that's important. You can't grief forever. It's not like he's now forgetting all about Hiccup and Val but he has nothing any more. So why not start from the beginning?
Tell me if you thinks that's a good idea or if it's rubbish.