Stoick had awoken and began his day as usual.
Breakfast at the Mead Hall, then off to chiefly duties.
He had to read complaints, respond to complaints, tend to complaints.
There..was a lot of complaints, but nevertheless, he was chief and it was his job to do so.
After listening to Mildew complain for Thor knows how long, Stoick had decided that he had enough.
"Alright Mildew, I'm off. Things to do, people to see."
Of course Mildew was none the wiser to his chiefs attempt at a quick get away and thus began to follow him, hobbling along not far behind.
"What a'bout my sheep! I'm clearly missing three of em'! Not jus' one, but three Stoick! Three!"
Pressing his index finger and thumb on the bridge of his nose, Stoick sighed in frustration.
"Mildew, you'll get yer' sheep back soon enough. Just. Just wait here."
In huff, Stoick took off back downhill towards the village to see what else he had to fix that day.
Commotion.
When he entered the village that was all that could be heard.
"Stoick! Stoick! They've done it again! "
"Those Loki loving trolls ave' done it again!"
"We've got to do something!"
The Villagers were all in a panic.
Clearly distraught by another of the twins' antics.
Havoc. Pure Chaos and Havoc.
Whatever it was that they had done this time, was enough to cause an uproar amongst everyone.
"What is it? What did they do this time?"
One villager stepped forward.
"It's bad Stoick! They took it too far this time!"
Then another.
"They attacked a guard and released all the dragons!"
Stoick could only feel disbelief.
He knew that the twins' daily behavior consistently defied common sense, but surely they weren't that…bold…right?
Another villager stepped forward.
"Here's the evidence Chief. We found long blond tufts of hair by the opened dragons' cages."
Stoick could only sigh.
Afterall, there were only a few in the village with blonde hair, Astrid being one of them, but unlike the twins…Astrid was a bit more..mature…and responsible.
Plus the twins had a track record of antics they constantly plagued the village with all in dedication to the God of Pranks, Loki.
Sighing again, he could only do what had to be done.
He had to uphold the law.
Afterall, attacking a guard and releasing dragons intentionally was a serious crime.
He just hoped the Village Counsels' judgement would be more forgiving this time around.