第四章：小嗝嗝的一个不太聪明的计划(9)

Hiccup hugged him affectionately, holding on to that warm shaggy familiar neck, smelling his lovely smell as if it might be for the last time.
The Windwalker smelled of drinking chocolate.
‘Now, Windwalker, you must stay here and guard my helmet and the hide-out in the Forgotten Forest so that nobody finds it. We’ll be back before you know it.’ Hiccup had been dreading this moment for a long time, because he knew that he might be about to see his father again. For Hiccup had inadvertently caused Stoick to be made an Outcast from his own Tribe, and turned from a Chief respected by all, with a comfortable life shouting out orders and eating a lot, to a life as a slave in the Amber Slavelands. Hiccup loved and respected his father, and it was almost unbearable to think of Stoick the Vast in this position, particularly when it was all Hiccup’s fault. Had the experience of slavery changed Stoick? What must he be thinking of Hiccup? And what about Fishlegs? Was he all right? Thoughts like these were a kind of torment. But sometimes the bravest thing a Hero has to do is not fighting monsters and cheating death and witches. It is facing the consequences of his own actions. Hiccup had to do this. ‘Toothless, are you coming, or staying?’ ‘Toothless will come,’ said Toothless grandly,