Upon their arrival back at Berk, the Dragon Master heads off to find the Chief, wanting to warn him to the potential threat. Meanwhile Bucket had the slightly more mundane task of finding Mulch and breaking the news.

He knew exactly where Mulch would be you see, but his feet somehow managed to take him on a tour of most the village before he ended up before the doorway to Mulch's abode.

He knocks before opening the door, ducking under the doorframe.

Mulch is sitting in his chair carving a piece of wooden fishing bait in the shape of a small herring, looking more lively than before.

"Good to see you're on the mend" Bucket comments.

"Aye, I was fine days ago" he scowls slightly, "But no, Gothi thought it wise to lock me up in here for a few more days" he sighs, getting back to carving the fins.

Bucket is quiet for a few seconds, making Mulch look back up once more.

"You've not come just to check up on me health, so why're you here?"

"The boat is in a little trouble" Bucket starts, scratching through his long beard.

"Oh I bet" Mulch laughs, "I left you an' a dragon riding maniac alone with it. So is it washed up? Can we retrieve parts?"

"I don't think so."

"Shame that, the Water Bucket served 's well. She's prob'ly full o' Water now."

"Welllll, not quite..." Bucket awkwardly starts to explain.

"How so?"

"We were attacked by a dragon."

"That must've taken a fair few bites," Mulch jokes "And quite a lot of time too".

"It was over pretty quickly.."

"How quickly?" he asks, still laughing.

"One. One bite."

Mulch's laughing stops and he starts to look concerned. "How big was this dragon o' yours?"

The Dragon Master stood in front of Stoick, the chief. But also his father.

Despite him still wearing the mask, Stoick looked fondly onto his hidden features, seeing through the façade to his son below.

"Chief, I-"

"You don' have to call me 'Chief', son" he chortles. "An' you can take off yer helmet too, we're in my house now"

Hiccup sighs, "Stoick, I really need to warn you about this huge dragon we saw"

"Okay, come sit with me" he gestures over to the lounging area, away from the firepit and by the window.

Once they were seated, Hiccup begins to explain, "So Bucket's ship mysteriously sunk.."

All of a sudden, Gobber pushes open the window from outside, saying: "Ain't no mystery there lad, it was the Jormungandr I tell you!"

The Dragon Master puts his face in his hands, how many more times can he get interrupted?

"Let Hic-uh, Let him finish Gobber, please" Stoick says.

"Ok. So after his boat vanished and me and Toothless saved him, we flew to Quake's Crescent as it was nearby, and there we saw a huge Submaripper attacking a pod of Scauldron."

"A Submaripper? I've only heard of one by Helheim's gate" Stoick muses. "But surely one Submaripper can't pose that much of a threat to our island?"

"You're right, but it's not just one Submaripper. While we were on the island, we watched as the Submaripper itself was preyed upon, and eaten in one go."

"By Odin's eye!" Stoick exclaims

"Was it the World Serpent?" Gobber asks excitedly.

"Uh, sort of..?" The Dragon Master answers dubiously. "I've never seen anything like it, or as long as it was, and it did look rather snake-like."

"Ha ha!" Gobber cheers. "So you saw the Jormung now did'ye! I told ya I wasna mad! As mad as Óðr they said but noooo, I saw the beastie. An if it ain't the world serpent, I'm callin' it the Jormung."

Before Stoick can quieten the ecstatic Blacksmith, The Dragon Master agrees.

"Sure Gobber, the Jormung it is. But what matters is that it is one of the largest creatures alive right now, and we have no way of stopping it if it turned it's gaze towards our village. We don't even know where it lives."

"No matter" Gobber states before belching, taking a swig from his flagon-hand which was still somehow overflowing. "We need to prepare for the End-Of-The-War-On-Dragons party! Your beard is looking good today Stoick! Y'know I've been thinking the party name is a bit of a mouthful. Maybe we just call it 'War-over', how about it? Then we can smack ya beastie on it's noggin and be done with it." He chuckles insanely to himself, gently miming out beating the dragon's head with his drinking-hand, splashing a bit over the windowsill.

"Gobber, how much have you had to drink?" Stoick asks wearily.

"Lost count after me twelfth." Gobber sways, hiccupping slightly.

Before any remarks could come back about waiting for the party to actually start, a store-house manager joins Gobber in the window.

"Very sorry Chief, but we have an'issue with our fish reserves. We have about enough to last us the next month on both fresh and cured fish combined."

"Aaand say goodbye to the feast." Gobber mutters before wandering away slowly.

His attention never having left the worried store worker, Stoick speaks in his chiefly, confident voice.

"There's nothing to worry about, there's still ships out there now that should arrive back in port in the next few days. Combined, they should bring enough fish to last us for a few months."

Visibly relieved, the worker nods gratefully and heads back toward the village centre.

As soon as the worker had turned around, the Chief's confident face for his people eased, and concern began creeping over him.

"The winter isn't too far off, and if we don't have extremely good catches this time we may not be able to hold on when the cold hits." He says, staring into space in thought.

"Can you not send them out again when they get back?" Hiccup suggests.

"Aye, we could try, but consecutive fishing trips always yield less fish. And recently we've only been having small catches anyway."

Stoick shakes his head. "Just what we need, a humongous dragon threatening our southern waters and our fish supplies dwindling. You don't think your Jormung could have driven them off?"

"It ignored a pod of Scauldron like they weren't worth the time to eat, so I doubt it would go after such small fish." Hiccup replies doubtfully.

"Fishlegs is still as nerdy as ever." Stoick muses, "Maybe you and him could try and get a better idea of what we might be facing?"

"Sure. But if we can avoid a confrontation with it, we should. The last thing we need is to provoke it." Hiccup cautions.

"It wou- ODIN HELP US! If that isn't Fishlegs himself riding a Gronckle!" He jumps to the window. "He's coming over the village! Into... the village..."

Stoick then winces as a great clamouring of crashing and snapping timber is heard from outside.

"We're ok!", is faintly heard coming from the village centre.

But is swiftly followed by an angry Viking's cry, "But my house isn't!"