"Where's Mobblebanger?"
"Silvernight? Where are you?"
"Mommy, where did Mountaincrusher go?
"Where's my Tiffany?"
Stoick stoically watched stone stockpiles of standing rock come piled up from the mine in front of him. A large exit the only visible section of it, the mine smelled of coal dust, something blander than porridge, yet as deadly as poison if inhaled. Townspeople were quietly (but surely) freaking out.
"Where's Mobblebanger?"
"Silvernight? Where are you?"
"Mommy, where did Mountaincrusher go?
"Where's my Lovebunches?"
The dragons were nowhere to be found, and Hiccup claimed to have nothing to do with it. Stoick sighed, knowing Hiccup must have hid them, and walked from the valley of the mine up to the port.
The sea was beautiful today. For once, it was clear day, and the waters shone like diamond in the golden sun. A long-forgotten smile returned to Stoick's face.
And then, a huge ship barged through, sending everything to hell. The waters crash, crash wildly to chaos, and Stoick's smile drifted to a frown.
Birdclipper was here.
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Grandpa's Home: How To Train Your Dragon Fanfiction
FanfictionShortly the end of How To Train Your Dragon (1), Hiccup has no idea what to do when his record-holding dragon-slayer father comes to visit.
