The man was weary.
While it may not have shown in his body as he moved or displayed on his face as he spoke, Stoick the Vast was tired. It had been one month since the hunting party left once again to search for the dragons nest. One month since they have been home... since he been home. One month since he seen thi- his son, Hiccup.
It has been one month and five days since his world shattered in a blink of an eye. The day he became a weary man.
He knew being a Viking there was always a risk of dying, the risk of losing a fellow comrade, a loved one. It wasn't uncommon for a Viking to lose their spouse in these battles with those horrid beasts, or a child to lose their parents. To go to bed with two and the next morning waking to find only one, sometimes there wouldn't be one at all. Stoick never imaging this would happen, she was such a strong women, no a strong Viking. He figured she would last longer; she was smart, so much smarter than him. That she would see