Toothless spread his wings enough to shelter the two from the storm and hunched his body against the pelting hail- the leafy canopies helped to somewhat shield them from the storm but the weather remained to be horrible regardless of whether they were down here or still in the sky. Hiccup pushed himself up and grunted as his prosthetic stuck in the mud. Immediately he crouched back down and dislodged it from the gunk with a wet sucking sound of ‘plonk’, falling back on his rear. Looking vaguely miserable he crawled under Tootless’ wing to meet Aurora.

And he tried not to notice how frail she looked now that the sail had been dislodged. “All the time. This is Berk most of the year. Freezing weather, pelting hail, slick ice and blizzards…” He curled his knees to his chest and tucked back against Toothless’ warm side. Knowing that in this weather it was best to just conserve heat for a time and wait the worse of it out. “Once the hail lets up we should try to get to the village.”