@skylarkmuses Plotted a Starter
It had been years since the last he had visited the Kingdom of Dunbroch. So much had changed since he was here last. He was a little older and a little wiser. While they made peace with the dragons he had succumbed to his wounds and fallen into a six month slumber that left him unable to travel. He had heard a lot had gone on in his time asleep.
Good enough to travel. But his father insisted they do it the right way in order to not cause any disruption with the kingdom and the other clans. On the anniversary of the games another was held in friendly competition and seeing he was able to walk again the Berkians decided they would join as honored guests. They didn’t fly on dragons but instead took a ship for he and his father big enough for their dragons. Toothless on deck while his father’s Thunderdrum happily swam with the boat as they sailed the waters of the ocean.
Several other members of his father’s council joining them for protection of their chief and heir of the village. He sighed as he looked out. A larger hand sitting on his shoulder as he looked up. He was nervous about going to see his childhood friend. He shouldn’t have been but he was. He feared for everything that could be or not. The last thing he wanted was to start or cause some disagreement that would erupt in war.
Stoick’s presence was reassuring as he brought him just slightly closer and pat the top of his head gently. A smile gracing his face as they spied the landscape of the kingdom he hadn’t visited since he was but thirteen. Three years was a long time to not see someone.
Looking to the dragon beside him he hoped everything would be alright.
