I have a few other fics out there in progress, but this one might be what has been inspiring me for a long time. This will likely be quite different from anything you've seen. Possibly a trigger warning for abuse. Possibly. I'll put it on top of the chapter if there is one.
He shook his head slowly, as if not to disturb a delicate presence. His father sat across the room with the TV on, a newspaper in hand, occasionally switching his glance between the two.
He didn't understand his son. He couldn't understand him. He would never understand what was happening.
He often called the boy out for being effeminate. He meant it jokingly, of course, and Hiccup didn't know why, but it always rubbed him the wrong way. It was like a punch in the gut.
Hiccup stared down at the miso soup in front of him. Soup for breakfast just didn't seem right, but it was cold out, and he had better eat if he wanted to play with his dragon, Toothless. Up until recently, Stoick insisted on going with him when he took Toothless out.
He stirred his soup around in the bowl. He didn't feel like eating, but he felt bad about wasting it. Hiccup didn't eat meat, which made his eating habits relatively more expensive. Stoick still offered him a meat laden dish during every meal in hopes he might change his mind, but he had started to accept the boy's vegetarianism.
There were many things about his son that Stoick did not like. When Hiccup was twelve, he had announced that he wanted to quit playing football. He had been forced into it, really. He wasn't particularly strong, but he was the fastest on the team. In fact, he was the reason that the Berkians had won most of their games. "Sports just aren't why I'm here," he had told Stoick.
Hiccup loved building little useless contraptions that his father so much disapproved of. From the three foot Tesla coil in his room to the homemade guitar amp that only worked half the time, Hiccup loved his little pieces of junk scattered about the house. Stoick was proud of few of his son's creations.
Hiccup hardly ever left the house other than to fly Toothless. Most people who owned dragons would let them fly around freely, but Toothless couldn't.
When Hiccup went to the pet store as a young child to adopt his dragon, he remembered his father talking to the salesman. He remembered hearing little bits of their conversation. "Probably won't make it." "a runt" "tail injury" and most importantly, "ninety percent off". Hiccup wouldn't have his best friend if his dad hadn't convinced him to pick Toothless.
When it was discovered that Toothless couldn't fly due to his tail injury, Stoick gave up on him. He told Hiccup that the dragon would be miserable without his flight, and he needed to be put down.
Hiccup, being himself, wouldn't allow it. He loved all creatures. At five years old he began to slave over the crafting table. Stoick helped his son because he thought he was getting into something more manly. All Hiccup wanted in the beginning was to build a tailfin for toothless. Stoick mostly built it, but after his son corrected multiple aerodynamic flaws in the fin, he allowed the young boy to take over.
At this point, Hiccup's inventions, along with copies of others' inventions were mostly expensive electronic things that Stoick didn't understand.
It had all seemed so happy when he was young. Even if he didn't ever have a mother, things were different. It was like something had built a wall between him and his father.
He missed those days. He could tell his father everything.
Hiccup, spending most of his time working or building things, didn't have time for friends other than Toothless.
During the summer, Hiccup mowed nearly every lawn on the street. During the fall, these people knew he would do the best leaf raking job in town. During the winter, Hiccup shoveled as much snow as he could. It took him longer because he wasn't as strong as anyone else looking for work, but Hiccup did a thorough job.
Since he spent a lot of time working, he always had a lot of money saved up for the spring. Hiccup's eccentricities kept him happy. He had seven fish tanks in his room. They were filled with the most colorful exotic fish. He kept two geckos in a terrarium and he had a cockatiel who talked a lot.
Hiccup's room was filled with knickknacks and trinkets, but one of the things he appreciated most was his classical guitar. When Stoick wasn't home, sometimes Hiccup would sing along with it. He didn't think he was any good, but the music sometimes took away the emptiness he felt for his father.
Hiccup's soup was getting cool enough to eat. He raised a spoonful to his lips and slurped it. Miso soup always filled his tiny body in the first few spoonfuls. He stirred the soup some more, then returned it to the fridge.