"Either we finish them or they'll finish us! It's the only way we'll be rid of them! If we find the nest and destroy it, the dragons will leave. They'll find another home." The voice of Stoic the Vast boomed around the great hall.
Ferno, Snotlout, Ruff, and Tuff couldn't help it but spy on the Village Meeting. They were cradled and crushed in the secret hole that the twins once accidently blew up and they four now used as a way to spy on their parent's meetings.
"One more search. Before the ice sets it."
"Those ships never come back." They heard a random Viking say.
"Your dad is planning another search on the dragon's nest?" Ruffnut asked.
"Sweet, that means we can blow up double the amount of things that we usually do." Tuffnut smiled and hi-fived his sister.
"Will you be quiet?!" Snotlout hissed, trying to listen to the conversation.
"Now who's in?" Awkward silence. "Alight, those who stay will look after Hiccup." Suddenly everyone simultaneously volunteered.
"Oh, come on, you cowards, he's just a scrawny toothpick. What's so terrifying about him?" Ferno face-palmed himself.
"You obviously don't know him, do you?" Snotlout sniggered looking at the twins who also laughed under their breaths.
Ferno rolled his eyes and elbowed Snotlout in the stomach. "I live with him in the same room. I think I know him pretty well." He harshly hissed.
The teens watched as all the Vikings departed.
"Well, I guess that's the end of that," Tuffnut said, as he, his sister and Snotlout got out of the hole and walked to their homes. Ferno stayed for a while, noticing that his father and Gobber had stayed behind to talk. Intrigued by this the Viking stayed behind.
"I'll pack my undies." Gobber, with his usual joke of his underpants, wiped clean his mouth.
"No, I need you to stay and train some new recruits."
"Oh, perfect. And while I'm busy, Hiccup can cover the stall. Molten steel, razor sharp blades, lots of time to himself ... what could possibly go wrong?"
"What am I going to do with him Gobber?"
"Put him in training with the others."
"No, I'm serious."
"So am I."
"He'd be killed before you let the first dragon out of its cage." Ferno frowned at his father's little confidence in Hiccup.
"Oh, you don't know that."
"I do know that, actually."
"No, you don't."
"No, you don't!"
"Listen! You know what he's like. From the time, he could crawl he's been ... different. He doesn't listen. Has the attention span of a sparrow. I take him fishing and he goes hunting for ... for trolls."
"Trolls exist! They steal your socks. But only the left ones. What's with that?" Ferno face-palmed himself.
"When I was a boy..."
Both Ferno and Gobber signed deadpanned and said simultaneously from their respected distances. "Here we go again..."
"My father told me to bang my head against a rock and I did it. I thought it was crazy, but I didn't question him. And you know what happened?"
"You got a headache," Gobber said, bored.
"You take me to the woods, to do the same thing," Ferno whispered to himself, with equal boredom.
"That rock split in two. It taught me what a Viking could do, Gobber. He could crush mountains, level forests, tame seas! Even as a boy, I knew what I was, what I had to become. Hiccup is not that boy."
"You can't stop him, Stoic. You can only prepare him. Look, I know it seems hopeless. But the truth is you won't always be around to protect him. He's going to get out there again. He's probably out there now."
Ferno decided to leave. He ran off to his house, to warn his brother that their father was going to put him in Dragon Training.
"Now, about the other one." Gobber put his mug down. "Ferno. When are you gonna tell that one?"
Stoic's eyes immediately flashed with panic. "After the search."
"That's what you said before the last search. He's going to find out someday, Stoic, and it better be from you."