Stoick is a strong man, he kept himself strong for his village, for his son. His wife had been gone 5 years now, but it still hurt all the same. Hiccup was so much like her, he even treated dragons like her. He knew it was unsafe for his son to care about the enemy, but he couldn’t bring himself to get mad at the kid, not yet.

Stoick took any chance he got to be by himself, to have a moment of peace and quiet. He sat in front of the fire tonight, his helmet off on the table next to him with his eyes focused on the fire, though his thoughts were elsewhere. He could only think about his wife tonight.

He was lost in thought for awhile, only snapping back to reality when he heard the small sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. Looking to his left, he saw his son, Hiccup, standing half in the shadows with his stuffed natter in hand. Wiping his eyes, he sat up further.

“Hiccup…son what…what are you doing awake?”