Chapter One: Divine Intervention

It was dark in the room, lit by only a single torch. Standing before a red-haired man was one of his gods, a man with snow-white hair, beard, and mustache, wearing armor as well as a red cloak, and on the top of his head was a golden helmet with white wings set on its sides. The red-haired man lowered himself down to one knee before the other man.

"Please, Stoick, stand up." The white-haired man ordered. Stoick got back up to his feet and the other man spoke again: "As you already know, I am Odin. I've watched you during your last battle, and I was greatly impressed."

"Are you showing me to Valhalla?" Stoick asked.

"You didn't let me finish... My sons and I saw fit to save you from the flames of your funeral pyre. You see, we decided that while your death would've been very noble by stepping in front of a Night Fury about to kill your son, it wasn't the ending you deserved. We happen to know that if you hadn't blocked the blast, Hiccup would've ducked it and would have snapped the dragon out of his trance. You had also forgiven and saved your wife who you had thought dead for twenty years. Stoick the Vast of Berk, Valhalla will welcome you, but we will wait for your arrival. Right now your village will need you." Odin replied.

"What for?" Stoick asked.

"Drago Bludvist is still alive and will be returning to your village stronger than before. He is also hunting for a very rare treasure." Odin replied. He lifted his helmet and pulled out a most beautiful gemstone with what appeared to be the silhouette of a dragon inside it.

"Is that a Dragonstone?" Stoick asked.

"Yes, it is. A mystical gem created when many different dragons circle in the air and breathe their fire and take their shots into the center, finished with the blast of a Night Fury. The making of this stone is a fantastic display, and very few know everything that the stone is capable of doing. Drago Bludvist will be looking for one of the older ones, but on Berk a certain dragon plans on making one for your son."

"I'll do whatever I can to keep Berk safe... but if I'm still on the Island of the Bewilderbeast, and the battle being over, how will I get back to Berk?" Stoick asked.

"You'll find a way. Now, Loki and Thor were the gods who pulled you out of your pyre, and you are in a safe spot, but I have the feeling that they may've given you a few things. I suppose you'll see for yourself soon enough. It is time for you to wake up." Odin replied.

Stoick looked into the ocean water now and saw that the gods had trimmed away the hair of his once impressive beard that had been singed in his pyre. It was about six inches shorter and it was no longer splayed across his chest as it was before. The braid that once held his hair at the back of his head had been undone, and if he was a building, he would've been weather-worn and in need of a paint job. He was covered in scars, caused by the shards of ice that Toothless dislodged with his blast, and burns from the pyre.

The gods also saw fit to give him a new wardrobe too. He assumed that his clothes had been burned up in the pyre. He wore a great blue tunic, black trousers and boots, an impressive chest plate, a helmet that also covered the top half of his face, and a large black cloak with a hood. He may've been battered up, but he was still as impressive as the Chief he was.

Off in the distance he saw the wing of the Bewilderbeast and approached it. When he was close enough, he found another god sitting on one of the great tusks of the massive beast. However, this one was Loki... the trickster god of mischief, and father of the dragons as well as an eight-legged horse.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." Loki greeted. He stood up and approached Stoick, and looking back at the great Bewilderbeast, he said: "Isn't he magnificent? He's the size of a mountain, intimidating, and will eat anything swimming in the ocean; and at the same time he's gentle, caring, and was a great king of all dragons." Now looking back at Stoick he added: "I've healed his wounds, but he is weak. If you help him regain his strength, he will repay you. Help him, and he'll make sure that you return to Berk in a safe and a speedy manner."

Stoick looked into the eyes of the massive dragon. His gaze was wise, intelligent, gentle, and held this sense of authority; but at the same time they showed his hunger, pain, and defeat. Stoick put a hand on one of the great tusks of the massive dragon and told Loki: "I'll help him."

"You're a good man; not every Viking has the heart to care for my draconic children."

"And you wonder why you're not our favorite god." Stoick muttered to himself.

"You'll be able to find spears and rope laying around the ground. That should be enough for you to fish for him, and as I said, he'll eat anything from the ocean." Loki told him before vanishing.

Stoick found a spear and a good length of rope. Looking into the water, he spotted a large squid, threw the spear, and caught it! Hauling it over to the Bewilderbeast, saving a tentacle for himself, he threw the squid into the cavernous maw of the Bewilderbeast. He swallowed the squid whole and his gaze showed a sign of happiness as he gave Stoick his impression of a human smile. Stoick decided that the beast would need a name, but so many passed through his head, he couldn't settle on one right away. Like the beast's recovery, it would have to wait a little while.

So, why did I bring back Stoick and the Bewilderbeast back from the dead? Well, I saw HTTYD2 and noticed that there was really no evidence that Drago's Bewilderbeast killed the other one, otherwise there would have been bloodstains on his tusks, and Stoick wasn't burned by the plasma blast or cut up with the chunks of ice, despite what my story said, to suggest that he really was dead and it would've been very hard to hear a heartbeat or feel a pulse through his armor. So for those of you who've cried, like me, during those scenes, look here, they're going to be alright!