Fixing Hiccup
"It's okay, Toothless. Hiccup is going to be just fine," Stoick assured. "Gobber is going to fix him right up." Toothless continued to whine as Hiccup laid unconscious on the table. One day removed from the battle, they anxiously awaited his recovery. Even though he saved him from falling, the young viking didn't walk away from it without a scratch. His left leg was damaged beyond repair. "How much longer until you're finish?"
"Ah, not long," he said. "This one is going to have to be different from mine," he added.
"What do you mean," Stoick questioned.
"Well, in order to ride Toothless again it has to lock in place. Plus, they need each other," he pleaded.
"Just do whatever it takes." He nodded. Stoick grabbed ahold of his sons hand and began to shedding a few tears. An viking who split a boulder in two as a child had never cried until then. Even though Hiccup and him resolved their issues during the battle, he couldn't help but feel guilty about the four words he said to him earlier that day. You're not my son, he repeated in his head.
Meanwhile, Toothless had made his way to the corner of the room. Like Hiccup, he was recovering from the fall the day before. Quietly staring at him and his father.
"You really care about him don't you, little guy?" Stoick asked with a smile.
To be continued...