“Erix, you said you were bringing home the daughter of a warmonger- not a bloody princess.. I’m sure she’s going to hate it here..” Stoick grunted, folding his broad arms over his chest. Erix straightened up, rubbing behind his head, “she wanted to experience life away from a.. proper castle! And I needed more allies through the country, Stoick.. it was a good choice on my part.”