For some reason he thought sleep would improve her mood but that didn’t seem to be the case. It wasn’t like she could ’walk’ home, he doubted she even knew what direction it was in at this point. She was just being a stubborn Viking. She still needed him but rubbing that in her face right now would only sour her demeanor more, so instead he folded his wings and lowered his front to the sand- chin against the beach, his posture compliant as he waited for her to get on. No point in doing anything else.

As soon they were in the sky he knew he’d be in control no matter how much of a fit she threw or how angry she was at him. They were going to Berk and not even a storm was going to deter him should it come to that. Nor cold winds or freezing snow. All she had to do now was get on and he was waiting rather patiently.