Summary
At the heat of the battle against Drago Bludvist's tyranny, Stoick's eyes fell on some thick wooden pole held up by a single measly rope, whose path if cleared will cut his travel by a good minute. With all his might he swung and released his axe, aiming at the cord. To his dismay, he missed by a minisimal length. It would be a costly miss. Will he make it in time to save Hiccup?