Hiccup was his son, though it didn’t show much. He was so much like Valka it was almost like Stoick didn’t even exist in his genes. He didn’t exist in the boys idiotic actions either apparently. For the longest time, Stoick had no hope in his son, no matter how sad it was to say, he truly didn’t have hope.

The entire hopeless thing had disappeared for a week, and it was the best week of Stoick’s life. His son was the best in the dragon training program, even won the fight between Astrid and got to fight the worst dragon of all. He was so, so proud of Hiccup, then it all came crashing down.

He had never expected his son to go out and betray the Viking code, let alone befriend a Night Fury for that matter. The moment everything had calmed down in the ring, he dragged his son away as quickly as possible and into the great hall. He didn’t know what he was thinking, hell he wasn’t thinking, just speaking.

Stoick could hear Hiccup trying to explain himself, but he wasn’t listening, he was just pissed. Without thinking, he grabbed Hiccup’s shoulders to make the boy quiet down, then spoke words he’d regret for the rest of his life.

“You befriended a dragon Hiccup! Do…you…you don’t realize how much danger you put this entire village in! You…you’re not my son.”