Hiccup liked to think he was a patient man, he was definitely patient with his kids…for the most part. He loved them both, truly, but they knew how to test his limits, especially Nuffink, who had his mother’s attitude.

Nuffink had been sick the last few days, and Hiccup hadn’t been home to give him his medicine. Every night at dinner, Astrid would complain about how the boy would fight to no end to not take it, even if it meant he only felt worse in the end. Hiccup mistakenly said it’s probably not that hard, and now he’s gotten himself stuck with the job of giving the boy the medicine tonight.

Holding the bottle and a spoon, he walked into the siblings bedroom and quickly grabbed the boy right before he ran out of the room, sitting him in his lap on the bed and holding him close, not letting the flailing kid out of his grip

“Nuffink it’ll make you feel better! Just- stop fighting!”