@fxrykiller Plotted for a starter
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“Ayye boys load em in!” He shouts as he waves to the men up on the lift helping him with the Deathgrippers going into the cargo hold of his ship. Amber eyes shifting to the other sitting on the docks as the ship was being loaded. Observing him. The former dragon hunter survived death as it came as a surprise of all of them seeing he came right into the Great Hall of the new island. Celebration was in the air of their current victory and he’d never seen the tribe as so united when it came to drawing swords on old Grimmel. He was rather impressed.
He was slowly brought to the chief who sat upon newly appointed throne with a different by his side. Toothless having gone to the Hidden World to be with his new mate for the time being. Deep protective growls came from the Thornridge as a hand slowly came to her snout.
Hiccup reassuring her as he sat up straighter to hear what the man had to say. No swords dropped on the other. He heard the tightening of several bows as the older hunter spoke. Finally realizing what Hiccup praised. The chief’s face never faltered from its rather stoic look. He didn’t seem happy to be hearing those words coming from the man who tried to kill Toothless. Perhaps he thought it was a ploy. A trick for them to let their guard down. But he listened. He listened so much more closely. It was his duty as right hand to make sure the other understood. He watched and listened as Grimmel spoke. Watched his body language. Heard the pitch of his voice. He was sincere about what he spoke to them.
When Hiccup refused to show Grimmel their way of life he had been shocked. He’d been trying so hard to make the man understand and now he was here and he refused. Hiccup never gave an explanation as to why he said no to Grimmel. Bothersome. He didn’t know what made him speak up but he offered to do it in Hiccup’ s place. He had been like him once. He’d been given a second chance. Grimmel deserved that chance as well. He’d been tasked with a lot. Help the former hunter retrain the Deathgrippers without being sedated. Take him to what remained of Berk and train them there. He would come in a month’s time to see progress.
“OI! WATCH IT!” He shouts louder to the men operating the crane loading his ship. He came back to what was happening right now. Seems he drifted off in thought. He watched the cage come up only to go back into the cargo hold once again. He ran a hand through his hair as he lets out a sigh of irritation. “Aye don’t take it ta hard ‘bout the chief. What ‘e said and everythin’. Been little frantic lately. Sure ye understand.” A couple more cages and they’d be setting off but now they had time to talk. He took a moment to sit on one of the crates he was going to bring aboard as he shifted and looked at him.
“Seeing we ‘ave a moment. We should talk. Get least decent. What changed yer mind ‘bout our way of livin’?
