He stood there, hammering away at the glowing piece of metal. His mind working. It was also floating above the sea, somewhere between here and Arendelle, wishing he could drop off his heart with Elsa, so it could be soothed. As only she could. It ached for her. Her blue eyes, her lustrous hair, her gentle hands…
He could feel it. The darkness creeping in. With every lie uncovered, every small piece of this puzzle discovered, every question avoided or dismissed. It crept up like a sickness. He recognized it. He had not felt this way since that… that, -thing had taken her away from him. It had almost eaten him whole. Now it was back, and every slippery, slimy false smile, every fake attempt to cajole him, every look into hollow, knowing eyes, was a bite taken from his soul.
He could end it. Oh yes! He had enough information for him. There was, -something going on. All the messages, the supposed secret meetings. They didn't bode well for his tribe. They only benefited a group of doddering fools, who couldn't see past the end of their own noses, or around their greed and lust for power. But he had vowed to not be THAT kind of ruler. Who killed indiscriminately everyone who he only thought was a traitor. NO! He would gather evidence, and present it to the whole tribe, as was proper. And let them decide their fate. Fear and coercion would only get you so far. The dragons had taught him that only through trust and mutual respect, would hearts and minds be won.
Toothless stirred and crooned. He looked down where the dragon was looking at him with concerned eyes. He placed his hand on his snout, and rubbed gently. Thank the Gods for him! Toothless, along with his friends and mother kept him sane. He reluctantly agreed to stay in the village more often. He was being watched, he knew. His friends and family would be close, and he could keep an eye on things. Being out there alone gave him too much time to brood and, -pine for Elsa.
Speaking of which- He took a few steps over to check the pot of melting metal. Still not ready. He had completed the project he had thought of while in Arendelle. One of Toothless' larger scales, encased in silver. His Night Fury sigil carved into the outer shell. He had fashioned it in a way that when held up to the light, his sigil would glow darkly through it. He thought it was a neat effect. He hoped she would like it. She could wear it as a broach, a pin, or it could be used as a clasp for a cloak. He was making her a set of earrings like he had done for Anna, only slightly bigger.
He had to work on these things at times like now, after hours, away from the prying eyes and wiggling eyebrows of Gobber. He was sure his mother had said nothing to the smith about her. But he somehow had gotten the idea that this gift was for a girl somewhere. He wanted to tell him, and hated keeping secrets from him. But he was certain this was the correct course for now. The fewer people that knew, the better.
He went back to the fire, pulling out the spade he had been working on. How Vikings took the simplest tools, and got them twisted in such shapes, was beyond him. He needed to get this straightened. They would need it tomorrow. The planting had been completed last week. The largest of the repairs tomorrow or the next day. Winter had been surprisingly kind this year. Only three collapsed sheds, and two sagging roofs, and a myriad of damaged shingles. He mused, and wondered if having Elsa around might help in that regard. They had not spoken at length about her powers, but he remembered the conversations with Anna, Rapunzel, and Isabelle. Of what happened after Elsas' coronation. He also remembered the chill that would run down his spine when her eyes would flash that cold, icy blue when she was clearly angry. It was, -unsettling.
He finished the spade and set it aside to cool. Walking over to the pot, -aha! It was ready. He grabbed the tongs, then took the pot over, pouring the molten silver into the moulds. A matching set, two small, one slightly larger. Teardrop-shaped, the shape of most of Toothless' scales. He would engrave his sigil on one set, the other he thought, he would try his hand at acid-etching using Changewing saliva. The problem was finding a suitable container for it. That stuff ate through most everything.
He had brought a couple of them to Berk, and had them hidden at the cove. He would have them if he had a need of a clandestine escape. He would talk to Fishlegs, or maybe Dalla, of the BogBurgulars. She was the head trainer on her island. Seems the girls had a soft spot for that particular breed. It made an island full of sneaky women even more sneaky. It gave him and Toothless the willies sometimes.
But beyond jewelry, what else could he give her? She would need clothing. The dresses she usually wore at home were not suitable for dragon riding, if she so chose. He should speak to his mother. Elsa was not a Viking, and Valka was a traveled woman. She would have some ideas. Maybe he should start on their swords for the wedding… Maybe he was getting ahead of himself. This business was putting their lives on hold. It put a bad taste in his mouth. For how much time did they really have? Each moment lost was gone forever, -unrecoverable.
He sighed, -Elsa- It was a whisper of hope. Please get here soon! He put the fires out, and left the metal to cool. He would be back in the morning, to start making more nails that they would always need and heavy pins for the cranes on the docks. He shuttered the windows, and he and Toothless walked out upon the street.
They stopped in the square, and he looked out. There was no moon, but the stars shone bright, offering their faint light. He scanned where he thought the horizon was, He thought it foolish, there was not much to see. But he told her he would. He found himself more and more, looking out. And every morning, hoping to see a strange ship, plying its' way towards him.
He woke up, and blearily looked out his window. The sky had started to color. He would not be expected at the academy for a few hours. He decided on a course of action. He nudged Toothless awake, much to the dragons' displeasure. When he heard the distinct clinking of buckles, and the rustle of leather, he immediately perked up. He shifted his weight on his legs and let out a bark. He was out the door and down the steps before he could blink. Silly reptile! he couldn't help but smile.
He stopped by the kitchen. He stuffed his mouth with bread and cheese, washing it down with goats' milk. Then out the side door, and into the barn. Hiln greeted him happily. The poor thing. She was always in the sling now. That stubborn wing bone refused to heal. He thought to talk to his mother and Fishlegs. He felt maybe taking the wing would make her more comfortable. After all, he got along fine with just part of a leg, but he wasn't a dragon. He offered her fond scratches.
He put the gear on Toothless, and they were gone. After a quick warm-up of tight turns and spins, they did more daring moves. Climbing, falling, swooping, and twisting. They then flew out and made a turn around the island. He idly scanned the fields, and the pastures. The yaks and sheep were just now stirring. Hiccup then directed Toothless out over the open ocean. Just checking the shipping lanes… OK, -maybe he was hoping, or wishing to see an unfamiliar sail, or a different kind of ship out there. Even though by his calculations, Elsa was still about three weeks away. He couldn't help it.
He did see a group of three ships, Viking ships, making their way towards Berk. Although, their rather bland appearance, and plain white sails were a bit, -odd. Berk had become the center of attention after the end of the dragon war, and the war with the Beserkers. Plenty of ships came and went in the course of a week. Three nondescript ships should not draw attention, but still… -A shiver ran down his spine, but that was from the cold, -wasn't it?
The morning lessons had gone well. Almost all the children showed great promise. It seemed that this group was well on its' way to becoming great dragon riders. The Berk kids were there of course, there were also three children from Hopeless, two from the Meatheads, And also a couple of the little sisters from the Bogburgulars. His chest swelled for the hope of their future. He could only take partial credit. His mother and Fishlegs usually helped with the smaller ones. He thought to try getting Snotlout involved as well. He could use the practice, if the growing belly of his wife, Luna was any indication…
He went to the forge, and took his place beside Gobber. He was working on some heavy plates to be used on the cranes at the harbor. He helped hold the plate in place as Gobber pounded. Satisfied, they moved another portion of it into the fire. He couldn't help but notice the sidelong glances the smith gave him as they worked.
"I put your girlies' presents in yer office fer ye." He finally said.
"G, -girlie? Wh, what are you talking about? I'm, I'm just trying new things you know… branching out." He offered. Gobber narrowed his eyes.
"Hiccup, -I've know ye most of yer life. It's no good ta keep secrets from Ol' Gobber! I've seen ye lookin' out. I've seen that look…" He said. He would have to be more careful.
"Gobber-" He sighed. "With what's going on, -we have to be careful! The fewer people know, the better it is!" He was taken aback, and a little hurt.
"Hiccup, ye know I'm on yer side, ye canna trust me?" He knew he could it was just… Ooohhh!
"I know, Gobber! I know it's just, -just…" He picked up one of his favorite hammers and flung it across the shop. It hit a metal plate with a resounding clang, then fell over, striking some other pieces leaning against the wall. They all fell with a metalic crash. It seemed to match the anger welling up in side him. Anger… It was NOT a good sign.
"I KNOW GOBBER!" He took a calming breath, it only helped a little. "I know, and I am sick with it! The stupid little games! Keeping secrets! Hiding! Putting my life on hold dealing with this, -shit! Just when I thought things were turning around…" A lump formed in his throat. He spun around and took a couple of steps, coming up against a workbench. He leaned slightly, resting his weight on his hands. He took a couple more deep breaths. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Hiccup…" Gobber sighed heavily, and spoke softly. "It's all a part of bein' a leader. It stinks, Aye! It does! But this is change too Hiccup! Ye know how well tha goes over…" He nodded. The old smith patted his back.
"You know what's really funny about all this? I, I don't even WANT it! I don't want to be a king! I, I just want to, look after the dragons, raise a family, you know, live in peace-for a while…" He glanced over his shoulder at him. The smith was looking at him fondly.
"You'd be a good one, and no mistake! Maybe after it's all over aye? We'll have us a good long stretch o' peace 'round here." He nodded. He was right, after this was over… Things were bad now, and they might even get worse. But, after, with Elsa, and the dragons… He brightened a little. After, it would be good, possibly better than before…
He walked over to the smelting forge. Gobber had lit it earlier. It was nearly ready. He bent over and started cleaning up his mess. His hammer laying on the floor on the bottom of the pile. Damn! The handle was broken. He lifted his head towards the sky closing his eyes. He sent a silent prayer. For strength, and for Elsas' quick arrival. Just having her near would be enough. Gobber spoke again.
"Will I know? When she gets here?" He nodded.
"Yeah, you'll probably figure it out quick enough…" He thought for a moment, and continued.
"Gobber? She, -she can take care of herself, but she'll need someone to watch her back. I probably won't be able to, and neither will you… but, she'll. need. that…" Gobber nodded once. "If I know her, I have a fair idea how she will play this… I, I'm not sure I do, but she will know…" He nodded again. He placed a meaty hand on his shoulder and shook gently.
"She sounds wonderful! I canna wait ta meet her!" He offered a toothy smile, which he returned.
His work at the forge completed for now, he made his way to the Great Hall for his noon meal. On the way he noticed a group of people coming up the ramp from the docks. They were Vikings, and yet, they wore armor and clothing best described as non-descript. He thought it odd. But again, Berk received all manner of visitors. He wasn't expecting anyone, not yet anyway. People just, -showed up. Chasing the stories, and the tales from down south.
He did notice two, well three things. The first two, the slippery Nicolaus, and then Freybjorn, son of an eel, come up and greet the travelers. This couldn't be good. Possibly some family business? He doubted it. Their family was one of the most opulent on the island. Next to his, and the Ingermann. He knew they had family off-island as well. Hopeless was one, the other, the Trollguts. A few conversations with Trófastr revealed they were troublemakers there too. Only agreeable when it benefited them.
The third, was a woman in their party. She was younger than he, with sandy blonde hair. She had a decent figure, what he could tell at a distance, and looked to be dressed a little finer than the rest. The sun sparkled off of what had to be jewelry, and the kransen she wore on her head. She wore a cloak made of deerskin, trimmed with white fur. Her tunic was also trimmed at the neck and cuffs with fur. They locked eyes for a moment. He thought there might have been a small smile there. What happened next both horrified, and angered him.
A Terrible Terror flitted over. He could tell by the little guys' manner and body language, he was just curious, -non-threatening. The mens' hands went for their weapons, but did not draw them. The woman, however, drew out a dagger from her belt. The sun glinted off the blade. She took a swipe at the dragon. Thankfully, he was out of her range. He flew off quickly. Freybjorn was quickly there with a hand on her arm. Words were exchanged, he couldn't hear. He quickly looked over his shoulder in his direction. More words exchanged. She sheathed the dagger, and she met his gaze again. He couldn't help the scowl on his face. She looked at the ground, and the party then left. She did not look back up. Yes, this was bad indeed!
He went onto the hall fuming a bit, gathered his food and sought… there! Fishlegs, who was hunched over the table. He assumed that, yes, he knew it! As he came around, he saw the large man was absently putting food in his mouth, reading a book. He sat down heavily, so as not to startle him but, well he was pretty engrossed. He let out a yelp, but upon seeing him, he smiled.
"Hiccup! I was going to come and see you later!" He smiled, He was here now, but hoped he would still. He had always enjoyed their chats. Since before… everything! He had been a big help, -after, -Astrid. He brought his mind out of his brooding, sharing ideas and thoughts.
"What is it you're reading Fish?" He was curious, anything that could compete with food had to be good, in his mind.
"Oh just a little tome. It's called Dragons Through Time. It has a collection of dragon stories and myths. Both written accounts and copies of official reports!" He was very excited. But it was hardly little. It looked like if it fell off the table, it could kill a small child, or dragon. It looked like it was written in…
"Is, is that Anglish? Fish! I didn't know you knew Anglish!" He was teasing. Fish knew it. The large man huffed in mock-offense.
"I'll have you know that as a diplomat, such skills are required!" He chuckled to himself.
"SO! Poet, record keeper, scribe, and now… diplomat? Why does your wife keep you around?" He smiled and laughed, taking it gamely.
"I happen to make great tea! And… I give awesome foot rubs! She told me so!" He stuck his chin out and puffed his chest. Hiccup laughed, but then took a slightly serious tone.
"So, how is Ruffnut? Seeing as you obviously haven't been murdered yet, she must be OK. Or am I reading this backwards?" He smiled, but then it fell from his face. He cast his eyes downward.
"She's, -OK, but, Brunhilda and the Goethi say the baby is, -really big, and it may lead to problems…" His face went a little pale, he could almost hear the gears in his mind churning. He did the only thing he could at the moment.
"She'll be fine! This is Ruffnut we're talking about…" He put a hand on his arm, then slapped it hard. Meaning he hardly felt it, but it was the thought that counted. He needed redirection.
"So, anything on that subject I told you of?" He sat there for a moment more, suddenly realizing he'd been asked a question.
"Ummm, Not, oh yes! There was a small mention of a Foraðvetr, a Winter Monster, and a vague passage about a sorcerer, But it was very, very vague. There might be something else, but I haven't finished it yet. It was an ancient tale, transferred by mouth almost five hundred years ago. In a land called… Amirigalad." He nodded. Such tales, transferred by mouth were, -unreliable. But it might be something. He thought to put it into a letter to Anna, or Rapunzel. See if the two of them might come up with something. IF he ever got his Terror back. He chuckled to himself. That would be one spoiled reptile by now…
They were interrupted by Snotlout setting his plate across from them. Followed by Tuffnut. They looked to be glad to be sitting down and resting.
"What're you reading Fishface?" Typical, but his biting remarks had lost most of their edge over time.
"It happens to be a history of dragons, written by a great Anglishman, Sir John Thorton!" He indignantly said. Snotlout scoffed.
"What would an Anglishman possibly know about dragons?"
"Ahh, well, its' just a collection of tales, and official reports on dragons throughout history. Sir John traveled much of the known world gathering stories." It sounded like quite the life! Traveling, learning about dragons all over the world…
"Bah! This knowledge stuff was boring when we were kids, and it's boring now!" Snotlout scoffed. Tuffnut spoke up.
"So! Did you guys see the new arrivals? The woman was kinda hot!" He couldn't resist the eyeroll.
"Yes I did notice, but did you notice what happened after?" Blank stares. Snotlout leaned in slightly. "She tried to kill a Terrible Terror! The little guy was just coming over to say hello!" Snotlout frowned hard, as did Fishlegs. Tuffnut looked away, then back.
"She's still, you know, pretty hot! I dunno… Hiccup, you're chief, so, you could get your Thor on… And tell us all about it…" He slapped his forehead.
"Oh Gods… Yes Tuffnut! That's probably exactly what they want…" More blank stares. "Guys? The Hjofsteins? Power-hungry, only-ones-wanting-to-challenge-me Hjofsteins?" Fishlegs looked to be considering this very hard, Snotlout to a lesser degree. Tuffnut? Well…
"Yeah, but I mean, still…" Tuffnut offered.
"She could be a distraction, or maybe something else." A thought came to mind, but he dismissed it. ""We don't know anything yet… We'll have to keep an eye on them." Snotlout and Fishlegs nodded resolutely, Tuffnut…
"OK! I'll keep an eye on her, -both of them actually, -and you guys…" He looked off in the distance, A completely lecherous look on his face growing even more… He shivered, -the images, Och!
He was walking through the village, now early evening. He had managed to get the three pins cast. Tomorrow he would finish them, and take the plates Gobber fashioned to the harbor. He had gotten the idea at the docks at Arendelle and Corona. Extra bracing, and metal instead of wooden pins, would increase the load a crane could lift and carry. If it worked, and he was sure it would, he would make sure the people knew where the idea came from. There were still some who were angry with him for leaving. Maybe after this, along with a few other ideas he had, would win some back to his side.
He was passing through the outer stretches of the village when he heard a faint hissing. There was a somewhat familiar scent on the wind. He slowed to a stop, and slowly looked around. People were going about their business. His eyes darted to the edges, and dark corners. It appeared he was not being actively watched. He slowly backed into the space between the two halls. These halls backed into the woods that surrounded this part of town.
The scent now grew stronger. Another look behind him, then in front. No one looking. He turned around, and noticed a faint shimmer. A faint shadow on the wall. He inched closer, then stopped. There was a gurgle in front of his nose. A wisp of an unseen breath. Then a tongue appeared out of nowhere, and licked his face. Silly dragon! He smiled and lifted his hand. He found the jaw and started to scratch, working his way to the chin. A soft croon filled his ears. The dragon made its' head visible. It was Hildiriðr!
"Hey girl! What're doing huh?" The dragons eyes lidded as he scratched. She gurgled and crooned softly. So if Hildiriðr was here, it meant that Cami…
"You mean to take me somewhere? Yeah?" She nodded. He ran his hands up both sides of her jaw, then back down to her chin. She wriggled in delight. He needed to stop distracting her.
"Let's go yes?" Her head rose and she made more of herself visible. She was standing on her hind legs. He turned around and backed up against her. Her forelegs came around him almost tenderly, holding him close to her body. At this point, he would be invisible. She walked into the space between the house and the trees, and leapt into the air.
She carried him off, flying just above the trees. She had wrapped her hind legs around his so he was close. He would have to tease Camicazi about this. There were more than a few times he had gotten Hildiriðr to take Cami somewhere to help the girl "cool off" during a heated argument. She would return a short time later, holding the girl in her claws. She would drop her unceremoniously on the ground, soaking wet. Looking quite pleased with herself. Yes, the dragon loved him, even though it was Camicazi who had bonded with her. He reached up and scratched her neck.
Curiously, she avoided the cove. It was the most logical place to meet. Maybe the dragons knew something. Then he remembered. He had deviously rewrote the patrol routes shortly after returning. With the help of Cami, of course, and Fishlegs. It had unknowingly left two routes off of the island that didn't have overlapping patrols. One to the northwest, the other, southeast. Either no one had caught it, or someone was looking out for him.
She was headed for a secluded beach, he had planned it that way. It had a huge overhanging cliff. The approach from the ocean was open, but not from land. A person had to fly out pretty far, at which time they would be spotted easily. At night, it was perfect. Toothless would have a good speed built up by the time it was even possible to spot them. The other was almost the same, except the cliff had a large notch at the bottom. Perfect for hiding. Sea-stacks crowded the approach, also good for hiding.
Hildiriðr set him down on the beach. He quickly scanned the skies, making sure. He scratched The dragon a little. He heard another hiss from a short distance away. Another Changewing became visible, as did Camicazi. It was Tofi, one of the dragons he had secured. He had lost his rider, and was -temperamental. He and Toothless didn't exactly get along. Camicazi swaggered up to him.
"Well! Look what the dragon has drug up!" She grinned smugly. He smiled back. The dragons went into their greeting dance, forgetting all about the humans.
"Cami? What brings you here?" His stomach gave a twinge. The bruise was mostly cleared on his midsection. He had forgiven her, she was upset. His gut though…
"Oh, you know, I was just out for a hop and I thought I'd come see what the second-best rider in the archipelago was doing." She was using her sing-song voice. This probably wasn't good.
"Well, maybe you should've gone to Hopeless. I heard Trófastr has gotten Tolla and he to fart in unison." He deadpanned. She scowled, but with a glint in her eye.
"You men and your gasses! By Odin!" She smiled and shook her head, they locked eyes for a moment. Her expression fell slightly.
"Hiccup, the sisters spotted a boat leaving the LavaLouts two days ago… There was a girl that was with them. They showed up at Murderous. Joined up with two other boats, plain sails, no marks on the shields…" He nodded.
"They showed up here at Nattmal. The girl took a swing at a Terror, any closer, she would've taken its' head off." She scowled, her face turning red.
"Lokis' balls! I would cut her teats off! I'd gut her, and make her wear her own entrails!… I'd…" She took a deep breath. "Anyway, we think the girl is Röngvaldrs' niece." Röngvaldr, the chief of the LavaLouts. Their enemy. That would explain the girl trying to kill the dragon. It was hard to tell if they hated Hooligans, or dragons more.
And the Murderous tribe, while inroads had been made, was still contentious. DogsBreath had managed a toehold, and had gotten them to only kill problem dragons. It was a start. But they were allies with the LavaLouts. They relied heavily on trade between them. It was not until recently they had reached out to the TrollGuts. Perhaps to expand trade. There were benefits to that. Maybe they had begun to realize it. Bergulfr was smart, he knew. He hoped it was a good sign. He was whacked on the head before he realized Cami was trying to talk to him again.
"Hiccup? Maybe, -maybe you should, you know, -think about it. A marriage like that, it might help, -open things up…" He would like to think so, even if it were possible. But no, the bad blood was really deep. While he believed the rift wasn't insurmountable, he was sure the LavaLouts did not share this belief. Let alone his, -arrangement with Elsa. No, he had tried. He HAD sent people there, to try to reason with them, to stop the slaughter. Some had come back bloody and beaten, their dragons wounded. It was only a matter of time before a body was sent back…
"NO! Cami, you, you saw what happened. We tried, you tried. They are not going to listen! They're not going to change!" He had no proof, but he was sure the LavaLouts had something to do with, or played some part in, the war with Dagur. That was something he was not ready to forgive.
"Hiccup…" She sighed in apparent resignation. "Well, anyway, Trófastr wanted me to tell you he noticed something odd on an island to the north. He said the island was a volcano. And there was some kind of fog that was always gathering at different times. He said you might want to come out and look." This was, -odd, but the young chief was a bit like himself, and Fishlegs. Interested in knowledge and learning. While he and Fish gravitated towards machines and inventions. His interests were in the natural world. Thus his love and insight of dragons which were shared between them. He hadn't been off the island for a while. This could be a good excuse. A thought crossed his mind, before…
"Oh! And one more thing… Heather, we believe, has been spotted." His insides sank. "Yeah! She was seen near the Anglish Isles, possibly headed back to the archipelago." Heather- He had thought she may have been lost, or maybe married off to some prince somewhere. Apparently not. His insides twisted. He wasn't sure how she would take the news.
"Do you want me to try to get to her first?" Cami asked.
"That would be preferable, and you can try, but I don't think it will do any good… I'm sure she'll want to come see me. If, -IF I survive our, -encounter, I'll try to talk her into joining the, -effort." He hoped he'd survive. She had a temper, but she was smart. Maybe it wouldn't turn out so bad, but then again…
He then thought of Elsa. How would SHE take it? What had happened after the fight, after, -Astrid was taken away from him. He had not told her of this, they had so little time. Would she understand? Or would she… turn her back on him? His insides sank lower, if it was even possible. He was not proud if it. And he had tried to make amends, but to no avail. They didn't want his help. He had been distraught, overcome with his grief. But that was no excuse. Not for, what. he. did… He sighed to himself. Just like telling her about Toothless, and everything else, this had to be done. No secrets! He would tell her, and accept her judgment.
Camicazi was looking at him with a slightly worried look on her face. He then remembered his idea. The talk of the volcano, and the fog stirred something, but he couldn't quite grasp it. He needed to have a look.
"Cami? Tell Trófastr I'll see him in two days. I'll need you to help get me off the island." She looked at him curiously.
"How am I supposed to do that?" He smiled. She would probably love this.
"Oh, you know, by doing something you're good at…" She raised an eyebrow. "-By being a diplomat!" She smiled most evilly…
He stood there in front of the table. With all of the tribe gathered behind him in the Great Hall. He wondered what could possibly be gained with such a show. If it was a show they wanted… he would give them a show… He wasn't going to back down. A clear picture had begun to form, thanks to Camicazi, and Dogsbreath. Thuggory had helped out as well. His anger had started to swell with each new bit of information. But there was something in the background, It didn't make any sense. A direct challenge from the LavaLouts, -even combined with Murderous, -didn't add up. Unless there was something they knew, and he didn't…
But now, here he was against his will and better judgement. Placed in front of the tribe. Toothless was at his side, resting, but alert. Maybe with him here, he would help things along. Maybe, it wouldn't turn into a Bludgeon-Fest… Maybe… He could only guess how this would play out, but he had a hunch… They then filed in and took their seats. Ansel, Bótolfr, TulkR, Gobber, Uncle Spitelout, and the Goethi. Gobber wore a stormy expression on his face, Goethi too, although, somewhat reserved. Spitelout just scowled. At least he wasn't the only one sharing the festive mood. TulkR started.
"So tell us Chief, Where ya bin goin' on yer little trips off the Island here? His voice dripping with accusation. Toothless stood, his ears were flat against his neck, his pupils narrowed slightly. He remained silent for now.
"Well, I haven't been anywhere for a couple of weeks now, but I have told you before, and I will tell you again, in front of everyone gathered here. My meetings with our -Allies- " He emphasized the word. "Was merely helping with dragon issues, and strengthening our ties. You know, part of a normal political process, -nothing more!"
"Aye? And what of this business with the Bog girl?" Ansel asked.
"I have spoken to Camicazi, and sent a letter to Bertha. She has been properly chastised. Moreso, I told her that if she continued to threaten the council, she would no longer be allowed to set foot on Berk." Partially true, she did at least look chastised…
"And what of the MeatHeads, and TrollGuts?" He sighed to himself. Just get on with it already!
"Again, I'll tell you.." He turned around to face the tribe. "And I tell all of you, now, to your faces, looking you in the eye! I have spoken to Thuggory, Dogsbreath I have not. He has sent a letter which I have not answered yet." He caught Fishlegs' nod of agreement. He was sure others did. There were scowls on some of the faces gathered, but not directed at him. He continued, facing the tribe.
"If any one of you out there do doubt my word, come forward, please! Either here, now, or in private, let us have a discussion! I have nothing to hide!" Maybe it was time to turn up the dragonfire…"Unlike some others…" He slowly turned on his last statement, finishing facing them. Gasps her heard along with low muttering amongst themselves. If they were bothered, they didn't show it, although Bótolfr got a little red in the face.
"Oh Aye? And what would you have it as then?" Slippery, slimy, pox-infected…
"I have it as Freybjorn, and Nicolaus, who are not even part of the general council, nor any kind of official, -anything! Have been off-island, carrying messages! And meeting with the Murderous, AND the LavaLouts! Messages penned by yourself and Ansel there. What have YOU to say to that? Oh, and Ditliev and Fastr, Traveling by boat, to the Beserkers carrying gold and goods!" More gasps and grumbling from the crowd. Rat-eating, Munge-bucket…
"Family business!" TulkR growled. "That's strictly family business! It is nothing that concerns anyone here!" His veins were showing. Good! Half-Troll, Son of a Mainland who…
"Oh? That happens to be EVERYONES' business! Everyone gathered here! You know? The tribe at your back, that you are supposed to be looking out for? As members of the council, Everything you do Is open for discussion. EVERYTHING!" Toothless let out a low grumble. he took a few extra seconds before placing a hand on his head. He thought he saw the corner of Gobbers' mouth curl into a small smile, a barely detectable nod. Uncle Spitelouts' stormy frown broke fractionally. There was a twinkle in the Goethis' eye.
"Och! We'll not sit here and be lectured by you boy!" Bótolfr growled. There was pure fire in his eyes.
"No? Apparently a lesson is needed…" He continued, non-plussed. "When members of the council start sending emissaries to our sworn enemies, without the Chiefs' knowledge, or consent, especially if said emissaries are not sanctioned, someone has to stand up and ask, what is going on? So as Chief, I'll ask… Wha…" Ansel stood immediately, knocking over his chair.
"ENOUGH!" He roared. Toothless crouched, ready to pounce. An outright snarl on his lips. Again, he didn't move right away to calm him. Ansel recognized his folly a little too late. He quickly schooled his features, but yes, there was fear there. Good!
"The pursuit of a family's private business is not up for discussion in this meeting! What IS up for discussion, is your lack of concern for this tribes' leadership! For your own bloodline!" He held a hand up, and made a motioning gesture.
"Come here child!" Hushed whispers ensued. Hiccup didn't turn, made no acknowledgement. He saw this coming. He felt her presence next to him. He kept scowling at the persons seated at the table.
"This is Gjaflaug, Niúsidóttor. Niece to Röngvaldr, Chief of the LavaLouts! She is of age, and ripe. You will take her as your wife, and she will give you sons. And a bridge will be created, to bring peace to our peoples, and the whole of the archipelago!" If that's what he wanted to believe, fine. But he had other plans. Someone was on the way that when all was said and done, -hopefully, would take care of that issue many times over. But he couldn't say anything yet. He would bide his time, and winnow out the rest of this mess.
"I will not! I'll not have her! If you think a marriage will fix this, you are a bigger fool than you look!" He had had it! And apparently, so had they. Bótolfr and TulkR stood, sending their chairs flying. If there were any weapons, they surely would've been drawn. It was a mistake either way as Toothless let out a piercing screech, baring his teeth, his wings splaying in an aggressive display. Gjaflaug jumped sideways and cowered. He spared her an emotionless look, then placed a hand on the dragons' head. Toothless calmed only slightly.
"You, -you WILL take her! And that is our final word!" Ansel said. He could push further, he knew. He could still refuse, which could bring up a call for new leadership. It was possible, but unlikely. He would be banished, never to put a foot on Berk again. And the idiot who would take over? He would rule without the dragons, without support from most of the Island, and NO support from the archipelago. Berk would be easy pickings for anyone to come in and take over.
He chose in the end to let them have this round. Make them think they'd won. That he didn't know the law better than they did. It would be better this way. Everyone could cool off. Life could return to normal. And he could gain a bit of separation from this mess. With a final, furious scowl at Ansel, TulkR, and Bótolfr, he turned and stormed out. He heard Toothless growl angrily, but at what, or whom, he couldn't say. He trotted up beside him. On cue the dragon let loose a low-powered bolt of plasma that nearly blew the doors off their hinges.
He got down the steps and down the hill and stopped. He tucked his chin to his chest, arms hanging loosely at his sides. He could hear a raucous 'discussion' going on in the Hall. Shouts and curses filtering down. He didn't care at this point. He was mentally and emotionally drained. Toothless crooned and pushed his snout into his hand. He smiled and rubbed his head.
"You were awesome Bud! Thank you!" He huffed and shook his head. He wanted so badly to jump on Toothless and fly off. But he couldn't. He needed to stay here, to keep an eye on things. His family was here to support him too. In absence of being able to fly off, he went to the next best place to think.
He had been there a few hours, and had managed to make a new connecting rod. Also a few pushrods for the other flying rig. He tried to keep his mind on his work, but was only partly successful. There was something missing. Some, -part of this puzzle gone. It was out there he knew, not here. But here is where he was stuck for now.
So a deal had possibly been struck. The LavaLouts, and probably the Murderous tribes involved. He marries Gjaflaug, things -improve between them, then… what? The Murderous had been reaching out. Did they want to bring the Louts with them, or sever ties? That would put the Louts in a precarious position. It would make it harder for them to gain trade, or even have access to it. But with the Louts 'in the fold', better trade would be had by all. He wanted to believe the LavaLouts wanted to improve relations, but he just couldn't buy it.
But then, the other side of this coin didn't fit as well. The combined forces of the LavaLouts and the Murderous, wouldn't be much of a challenge. Could the Berserkers be involved? Could that be what was stirring there? Their fleet had been decimated. They couldn't put more than thirty or forty ships in the water by now. It still wouldn't make a difference. Röngvaldr wasn't stupid, he was bloodthirsty and mean, but not stupid.
And Heather. Was she involved too? Or was she coming home to a trap? He would like to think her returning at this time was mere coincidence. He couldn't be sure. Maybe he should send Camicazi after her, try to intercept her before she reached the archipelago. It would be better for her if she knew what was going on there. He would take her judgment better, if he knew she was informed. He shivered. She would be angry, VERY angry with him. He was not looking forward to their next conversation.
And Elsa. Gods! Elsa, she would help get to the bottom of this. She was disarming, and he doubted any of the Chiefs would want to anger any kind of southern ruler. And rightly so! Arendelle had allies too. Aye! and Corona! They could sail their ships up here and make a big mess of things! And with her powers, Elsa could make a big mess on her own!
But he didn't have Elsa right now. He figured he had another week, maybe a few days more until she got here. Having her in his arms, talking… oh Gods! He'd have to have another talk with her. About the Berserkers… and after. Would she understand? She had forgiven him Toothless, but this was different. He wished she was here right now, so they could talk and get this behind them. But he didn't have her with him, all he had was…
Toothless growled low in his throat. He followed the dragons' gaze. In the doorway stood Gjaflaug. She wore a tunic of fine cloth, light blue, with silver embroidery on the cuffs. Dark brown leggings, topped with a skirt of deerskin. It hung to her right knee on one side, her ankle the other. Finely made, fur-topped boots. She wore a cloak of deerskin, held with a sliver clasp. Her sandy-blonde hair was in a braid coiled tightly on the back of her head. Two free strands of hair framed her face.
She had hazel-colored eyes. High cheekbones, a medium sized nose and chin. She was a bit more than a head shorter than he. A medium, athletic build. Tuffnut was right, she was, -hot, in a sense. And if it weren't for Elsa, he might be interested. What threw that all completely off was the necklace she wore. It had a silver chain, combined with leather. But what hung from it, were claws. Obviously from a Terrible Terror. If she was trying to get on his good side, she was doing it all wrong.
Her eyes flitted from him, to the dragon, then back. Toothless was still growling. He placed his hand on his head, and he stopped. She tilted her head slightly, then took a few cautious steps into the shop. Her eyes were still back and forth, but more on him as she relaxed. Her hands were clasped in front of her, her shoulders hunched slightly. She continued to advance until she was just out of arms' reach. Toothless was still eyeing her hungrily. Maybe he was messing with her, maybe not. He rubbed his head for good measure. Gjaflaug rolled her shoulders a bit, then spoke.
"Chief? Uhh, -Hiccup? Is it always this hot in here?" Her voice was rather -pleasant.
"Well, we need the fire hot enough to melt or soften the metal, so it can be worked." She nodded a little nervously. Toothless still had his attention fully on her.
"Sooo, is, -is this what you do for, for your village?" She was trying. It may have all been a bit strange to her. were you sent, or are you here on your own? He nodded.
"Yes, along with being Chief, and training the dragons, and teaching at the academy." She furrowed her brow.
"Ac, Academy? What's that?" Hmmm, curious This was a new place, and the dragons, roaming everywhere, There was so much to take in.
"We converted our old kill ring. Now, instead of killing them, we teach people how to train them, and fly them, and deal with them." She nodded. Her eyes were wandering around the shop. She started walking around absently. She settled on a wooden frame that sat on another workbench.
"What's this?" She asked.
"That's a saddle, but it's not finished yet." She scrunched her face.
"A saddle, for a dragon… That particular one is for a Gronkle." She slowly nodded her head in understanding.
"What's it like?" He was trying to be nice, but she was taking his time.
"Hmm? What's what like?"
"Flying the beasts of course!" Her smile quickly evaporated as Toothless let out a low growl again, and he couldn't help the frown.
"Look, Gjaflaug, if you want to get on my good side, and his…" He hooked his thumb at Toothless. "First, loose the necklace! It makes him edgy. Second, don't use the word beast in our presence. We don't like it." Her eyes were wide, and her mouth opened slightly. She quickly reached up, and undid the necklace. She pulled it off, then looking around, tossed it into the fire.
He considered her. She was actually quite lovely, here in the firelight. But he had Elsa to think of, let alone the fact that he shouldn't trust her. He didn't know if she were pawn or part of this little game. He chose to be civil with her, for now. Until she won Toothless' trust.
He was saved when his mother walked in. She cast a quick glance at Gjaflaug, then him.
"Hiccup? You've got an early start in the morn'. And you, my dear, should be at your Hall." She looked stunned, then pinned Valka with a look.
"I'm sorry, I am Valka, Hiccups' mother." She nodded once. Valka took the girls' hands in hers and spread them out, looking at her.
"My! You do look lovely dear! And those boots! You must tell me where ye got them." She lead Gjaflaug out of the door, on arm around her waist. he caught the younger womans' glance and small smile over her shoulder as they left. His mothers' chattering fading into the night. Humph! Women!
He sat at the table, absently spooning his porridge. His thoughts all over the place. The council, Elsa, the dragons, Gjaflaug. So much going on. He chose to focus on the tasks for today. He expected to hear from Cami today, which would enable his trip to Hopeless. He hoped Ruffnut didn't kill him when he got back. But Fishlegs looked like he needed a little distraction.
Then there was a thump, as two plates heaped with food landed on the table next to him. His bowl jumped up and nearly struck him in the face. Luckily, none of the porridge hit him and, -most of it landed back in the bowl.
"Good morning Hiccup!" The large man said cheerily. He sat heavily and started eating.
"Hey Fishlegs! How's Ruffnut?" He asked.
"She's fine! She wants you over at our hall for dinner tonight" He said.
"I hope I'm not the main course!" He smiled and chuckled.
"No she just says you haven't been to see her since you got back, and since I won't let her kill you, she's making a rabbit stew!" Who knew? Ruffnuts' cooking was now on par with mother Ingermann. Her rabbit stew was the talk of the village. She had resisted for a long time. Ahhh yes, but she still had a wicked left jab. And she could nut a person with a spear at fifty paces. She was incredibly large with child, and hardly went out at all now.
"Well, that's, -awfully nice of you Fish, but ahhh, you might want to clear your schedule." He may not like this, but then again…
"Oh? What've you got in mind?" He lowered his voice.
"Diplomatic mission. We're going to stop a war!" He looked side to side. looking for eavesdroppers.
"WAR! W, wh, -with who?" He glared at him bringing his hands up.
"Shhh! FISH! Calm down! It's Camicazi! I'll fill you in on the way. She's coming over to declare war on us. I expect her today." He looked mighty confused. But he should know better than to panic. Aside from himself, Fishlegs was the only other male in the archipelago allowed to set foot on Bog Island without an invitation.
"Well, OK, but… Hiccup! It's rabbit stew!" He couldn't help rolling his eyes.
"Fish! It'll be fine!" He hoped. "Just have your travel pack ready!" He looked really dejected. Fishlegs nodded absently.
"Rabbit stew…" Poor guy. But such were the duties. He felt a presence at his arm. He turned and found Gjaflaug looking down at him with a mixture of anger, and curiosity. She set her plate down and sat next to him. She fixed him with another curious gaze before she spoke.
"Hiccup? You, you do not sit at the the head table?" He looked over his shoulder. There was a chair set for both of them. It wasn't unusual for him not to be there. Even more so now.
"No, I mostly take my meals with friends, when I'm at the Hall." He said. He didn't want to sound harsh, he had been trying really hard to not be harsh or cruel to her. She wasn't here by choice. There was a lot to take in here on Berk. Toothless still didn't trust her, and neither did he.
"But, but you are Chief! That is your place!" She frowned.
"I am Chief, and my place is where ever I'm at, or needed." She turned away, frowning. He still wasn't your typical Viking. She was probably still trying to wrap her head around it. She turned towards him again and opened her mouth then closed it. Something, -changed. Her expression softened, slightly. And something in her eyes…
"Chief?" She frowned once more and looked down. When she looked up, there was a bit of earnestness.
"Hiccup? Could, -could you teach me? About, -about the dragons?" Hmmm- She appeared to be trying at least. He caught her the other day at the square. She was watching the feeding station with curiosity. A Monstrous Nightmare was there and a Nadder showed up. After a somewhat friendly greeting, they fed, then flew off a few moments later. She watched them as they flew off. It was a start…
"No, -no, my schedule hardly allows me to teach but once a week at the Academy, but Fishlegs here, he knows as much about them as I do. And my mother…" Here was an opportunity…"My mother knows more that any of us! You should spend time with her." It was the truth. He could gain a little separation from her, and between the two of them, they would be able to figure out just how earnest she was.
He had made sure to be seen with her always in public, so no questions could be raised. Their conversations were stunted. He meant what he said, and wouldn't allow her to think otherwise. She nodded after a moment, then turned and started eating.
Just a few more turns, and… YES! Done! He took a few steps back and inspected his handiwork. Well, not just his… Hoark was there as was Domnall. Uncle Spitelout was there too.
He had changed. After the return of his sister, and the death of his father. He had walked in on more than a few heated discussions between mom and Spitelout. Especially in the early days. She had apparently heard the stories and had confronted him. Now while still pushing his own son out into the spotlight, he would seek him out and have quiet talks. He would offer support, and ideas, always ending on a warm note. A slap, or merely a hand, on his shoulder.
They were a fair distance away from the village. This project had been going on for a few weeks now. It was the first part of his fresh-water delivery system. The well had been dug, and now the windmill had been constructed. He now had to try a few of his ideas on how to get the water out of the well using the windmill as a power source. He had a few ideas drawn up. Fishlegs had offered a few as well. He just had to build them. Speaking of which…
Fishlegs walked up with a ream of papers he was obviously trying to read while keeping them, in hand. He was being only marginally successful.
"Hiccup? The last of the shingles have been put up on the Dortmuss' Hall, and Gobber says he needs you at the docks. Some Assembly question, or something like that." He said.
"Ok Fish, we were just finishing here. I need you to go… to, -to…" He heard a voice on the wind. It sounded like… curses? What could, who could? He looked in the direction of the sound. A dragon was flying towards them. The voice sounded like… yep, Camicazi! By Thor! That girl… She flew up to them. Close enough that there could be no mistake. She leveled a murderous glare at them all.
"You stupid Hooligans! I'll kill you ALL! I'll make you wear your balls as a necklace! I'll wear your ribcage like a corset! I'll string your carcasses up, -NO! I'll string you up alive! Let the buzzards and crows feed on your sorry arses! I"LL KILL YOU ALL!" She flew off, laughing maniacally. He had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep the laughter in.
Hoark had a look of shock, as did Domnall. Spitelout was scowling after her. He fixed him with a pointed look. He winked at his uncle, who just shook his head. He then turned to Fishlegs.
"Well Fish! It looks like no rabbit stew for us!" Poor guy, he looked like his whole world had just now come apart.
"Awww…"