~~**~~Yay! *victory dance and girly squeal of doom* My newest TuffCup fic! "Waiting for the Sun" is here! The story is all about the older HTTYD children and how their lives are playing our or have been playing out since we last saw them^^ PLEASE, let me know what you think! I'm so excited about this one, I'd love to hear reviews! Thankyou so much for reading! Enjoy!~~**~~

"Waiting for the Sun"

"Haddock, I need to talk to you. We're having some more issues on the second island." Snotlout strode into the room, thick brows furrowed heavily on his wide face, mouth pulled into a grim line. His boots thudded heavily across the worn wooden planks of the room, a grunt escaping him as he dropped his shield and axe onto the sagging wood table before him.

"Dragon issues or village issues?" Hiccup looked up from the parchment pieces scattered before him, the charred tip of a blunt stick he was using as a pencil ceasing its quiet scratchings. He tossed hair out of his eyes, smiling up at the grim Snotlout before the stout viking dropped onto the bench opposite him, rocking the table with his weight.

"Village issues. I've got scouts tellin' me they're seein' ships on the horizon with dragon's heads mounted on their fronts." Hiccup sat up a little straighter, his smile fading lightly as he furrowed his own brow, tapping the dulled end of his stick against his chin. Snotlout shook his head and struck a meaty fist against the table, rattling the metal tankard near them. "I can have them gone in a single swoop. They won't even have a chance to see the island, much less land on it."

Hiccup shook his head, looking back to the battle scarred face of his childhood friend. "I can't let you wipe out innocent people; we don't even know what they're sailing for. They may bypass us completely." Part of him disagreed with his words as vehemently as the now glowering Snotlout apparently did; but he would never let the brawny man know.

"Don't be a pussy, Hiccup! These ships are OBVIOUSLY war ships. We need to take them out NOW, before they can deal the first blow while we all SLEEP!" Snotlout slammed his fist on the table a second time, this time sloshing some of the mead from a tankard onto the corner of one of Hiccup's papers. Hiccup sighed tiredly and shook his head, brushing the amber liquid from the parchment before it could stain too badly.

"Snotlout, I'll let you keep the scouts out and flying, maybe it'll deter them and send them back to wherever they came from. But, I'm not going to let you burn unknown ships on the water." The viking warrior growled, rising to his feet before slamming his hands flat against the table top, leaning down to draw his upper lip back in snarl.

"FINE. But, at the first sign of a weapon I'm giving the order to char them." Hiccup opened his mouth to argue when a door swung open behind him, fire light spilling a triangle of warmth across the floorboards, illuminating his mahogany toussels in a hallow of gold. Snotlout looked up, fingers curling into the wood of the table with whitening knuckles, lip drawing farther back as boots strode calmly into the room.

"You got wax in your ears, PigFace? I'm pretty sure the Chief here just told you to hold your attack back." Snotlout stood straight, squaring his wide shoulders back and puffing out his barrel chest even farther. Tuffnut strode to a stop behind the smiling Hiccup, his platinum hair pulled back from his long face in a straight ponytail. His expression was bitter as he regarded the thick viking, arching a lofty brow beneath the weight of his helmet.

"I'm only looking out for the villagers we have on that island. It's my JOB to protect those people. Just like it should be YOURS." Hiccup sighed and shook his head, Tuffnut glancing at the top of his head before letting his eyes whip back to Snotlout's own; golden flecks sparking in the slate of his eyes at the sight of the discomfort on the petite chieftain.

"Snotlout, I'm worried about the village too. But, I just can't condone the attack of people that have even DONE anything to us yet. What would that make us look like?" Hiccup shook his head again, arching a brow as well as he looked up at the glowering viking, noticing his beady little eyes were still attached the Tuffnut's dominating glare.

"Besides, if they aren't attacking us now, their villages certainly will if we attack them first for no reason. We can't afford a war right now, not with this seasons crop issues." Hiccup looked back to his papers and the charcoal scratch marks across them, flipping his pencil to tap its unused end against the parchment thoughtfully.

"What about the VILLAGERS? What the hell am I going to tell them? That their chief doesn't care if someone attacks them because they're a WHOLE 'NOTHER ISLAND OVER?" Snotlout struck his fist against the table again, startling Hiccup into jumping in surprise. Tuffnut quickly jerked from behind the boy, lunging between the upset viking and the table in front of him before any of them understood he had moved.

"You tell them their chief is protecting them from a WAR they can't afford to have. You tell them that YOU'RE watching their backs and that YOU'RE going to make sure the chief gives the command to attack before anything happens because it's YOU'RE job to be the chief's eyes where they cannot be. You tell them that it really has nothing to DO with the chief, but all relies on YOUR chubby little ass!" Tuffnut barked at the smaller, but wider, viking, backing him up a few steps with every pronounced word. Snotlout ground his teeth and growled, but failed to say anything else, falling back the steps he was being pushed to give.

"Tuff, stop, we don't need to fight with each other, that's for sure." The lithe viking ceased movement, baring his teeth in a feral display of dominance for a second time. Snotlout bore his back, but slid another step backwards when Tuffnut's hand moved for the sword attached to his side. Hiccup rose to his feet and walked over with another tired sigh, touching light fingers to Tuffnut's bare arm as he passed by, the blonde immediately returning his own hand to his side.

"Snotlout, just do like Tuffnut said. Keep an eye on the ships. Come back to me whenever you can, tell me how many weapons you see, how many passengers, and anything else you might think of use. CONVINCE me that these ships are out to harm your village and I'll give you the word to send out your men and destroy them."

As he spoke Snotlout slowly pulled his glare from Tuffnut's own, features letting up a bit as he realized Hiccup wasn't trying to give his village to the dogs. He sighed heavily, thick body rising and falling before sagging beneath some of the released tension in his muscles. After a moment he nodded and scratched the back of his head, knocking his helmet forward on his forehead a bit when he did. "Yeah, alright." Hiccup smiled at the grumbled agreement, nodding and offering a hand out to him.

"Good. I hope I see you in here tomorrow under better circumstances and with better news." He chuckled, Snotlout arching a sarcastic brow as he glanced at Hiccup's narrow hand, snorting and shaking his head before moving past him and the still glowering Tuffnut. He gathered his shield and axe off the table, hefting the sheild onto his arm before hooking the axe to his back.

"Yeah, me too." He shook his head again, starting past both of them once more, Hiccup still smiling, hand now returned to his side.

"Snotlout, I meant to ask you, how are Astrid and the kids?" The viking turned to face him at the door, shrugging as he opened it and his Monstrous Nightmare lifted its wide head from the stone steps, blinking bloodshot yellow eyes at them as it peered past its master and through the doorway.

"They'll be fine-if these ships don't get 'em." With that he turned and stomped through the doorway, slamming it shut with a flurry of snow escaping inside. Hiccup sighed and dropped his head, rubbing a hand over his forehead before closing his eyes and dragging it over them as well.