Ferno pinched the bridge of his nose, as his father scolded his brother, for another failed invention of his, with the dragon carrying off another entire flock of sheep.
"STOP! Just ... stop. Every time you step outside, disaster follows. Can you not see that I have bigger problems? Winter's almost here and I have an entire village to feed!" Stoic the Vast yelled at his oldest son.
"Between you and me, the village could do with a little less feeding, don't ya think?" Hiccup said sarcastically, and Ferno let out a small smirk at that comment.
"This isn't a joke, Hiccup! Why can't you follow the simplest orders, like Ferno?!" Stoic yelled again pointing to his youngest son.
"I can't stop myself. I see a dragon and I have to just ... kill it, you know? It's who I am, dad."
Stoic signed. "You are many things, Hiccup. But a dragon killer is not one of them."
At this point, Ferno walked up to his father and brother.
"Dad, come on-"
He was interrupted. "Make sure he gets to the house. I have his mess to clean up." Stoic lumbered off into the opposite direction.
Ferno and Hiccup watch their father for a moment. "Well, that went better than I thought," Ferno said to himself, nonchalantly, as Hiccup turned around and walked to the direction of the house.
They passed the teens. "Quite the performance." Tuffnut Thornton sniggered. Ferno sent him a glare.
"I've never seen anyone mess up that badly. That helped!" Snotlout Jorgenson exclaimed to Hiccup's face.
"Thank you, thank you. I was trying..." Hiccup said as, Ferno gave their cousin an elbow to the rib.
They reached the steps. "I really did hit one." Hiccup claimed.
"Sure you did," Ferno mumbled.
"He never listens to me."
"I see where you get it from now."
"And if he does it always with this disappointed scowl, like someone skimped on the meat in his sandwich." Hiccup mimicked their father, "Excuse me, barmaid, I'm afraid you brought me the wrong firstborn. I ordered an extra large boy with beefy arms. Extra guts and glory on the side. This here. This is a talking fishbone."
Ferno let out a laugh. "Buddy, you're thinking about this in the wrong way. He just doesn't like ... this." Ferno gestured to all of his brother.
"You just gestured to all of me."
"Bro, you don't get it. You're just ... different, dad isn't a fan of that. Hiccup, there's nothing wrong with being different. It's just that different never fits in with normal, it leads a person higher." Ferno patted his brother's shoulder and smiled, and watched as he went into the house.
Nodding at himself, he went back down to the village to help the Vikings clean up after the battle. Although most of the dragons flew off, a few were captured, Monstrous Nightmare, Deadly Nadder, Gronkle and Zippleback.
Ferno's mind couldn't help but wonder if his brother was actually still in the house, or out somewhere trying to prove that he actually hit a Night Fury. Ferno dismissed the idea.
"Wow, I don't remember Hiccup messing up that bad," Snotlout said as they finished cleaning the battlefield.
"Snotlout! If you know what's good for you, shut up right now." Ferno threatened.
"I don't get it, why do you still care for him so much, he's not even a Viking." Tuffnut came over.
Ferno unsheathed his trusty sword and pointed it to Tuffnut's throat. "He's my brother, before he's a Viking or not." He icily glared at the blonde teenager, then put back his weapon, walking away from the teens.