Hiccup doesn’t even look up when he hears you descend from the sky on your dragon, hunched over his sprawled out map and sketching out the terrain laid out before him. He purses his lips to himself and sits up slightly, turning his head to look back at you over his shoulder.

“Afternoon,” he blurts semi-dryly. “Before you ask where I’ve been, the answer is anywhere but home. The last thing I want to see right now is my dear old dad’s face.”

To his disdain, he’d nearly been given ”the talk” this morning. The Gods know that the last thing he ever wants is to wake up and see his old man eagerly looking at him in preparation to pass the chiefly torch. So, naturally, he’d booked it at the first chance he got and never looked back. As far as he was concerned, he could stay out here all day.

“Pretty nice spot out here, huh?” he asks, looking out towards the horizon again. The sun pours out over the fields of mist between islands, making it look akin to the Heavens. “I’m thinking there’s a good chance of finding something big out there. I don’t wanna get too optimistic, but..”

As far fetched as it is, Hiccup is more inclined to fly off the edge of the map in search of another Night Fury than take on the roles of a chief.