Hiccup has always been known as the Chief‘s disappointment of a son. He earned that title. The boy couldn‘t slay a dragon to save his life, leading him to suffer in the shadows of his father, who was the literal chief of Berk. Stoick the Vast.. It was harsh, on Stoick, and of course on Hiccup himself.

Hiccup was an outsider. Even as Gobber made him join the „how to slay a dragon“ training in the Arena, Hiccup stood aside and didn‘t even wield a weapon. He was too soft. His eyes went watery the second he looked a dragon in the eye! He could never slay one! Sure, they took his Mother.. those creatures.. but Hiccup‘s heart was too soft.

Sometimes it became overwhelming. Stoick would snap at Hiccup, shouting at Hiccup and snarling insults at his son. Hiccup would be left crying or biting his hand in anger at not himself, but how the world was working. Hiccup didn‘t believe in those stupid war the people of Berk had with the dragons. They only killed to survive too. They were animals too, for Merlin‘s sake!

But one good thing, was you. Gosh, Hiccup loved you. You were the safest and comfiest space he could ever crawl back into. Wether it was him needing a good nights sleep or him wanting to cry. You were there. Always. So that’s how he now, found himself rushing to the barn you stayed in again, tears stinging his eyes after a fight with his father. He pushed the wooden doors open, seeing your dragon. He sniffled, letting out a weak whine.

„A-are you home..?!“