When morning came to Berk, it was oddly calming for about an hour or so as all vikings began to wake up for a night's slumber. And Hiccup was always awake by the time the morning light hit his young, freckled face. He sat up in his bed and stretched as he yawned, then looked around to see that...

"DAAAAAD!" He shouted at the top of his lungs as he ran out of his large room and headed straight to his parent's bedroom, his bare feet slapping at each impact. The young viking slammed the door open and effortlessly jumped on the stomach of a certain chief, jumping up and down with excitement. "Dad! Wake up! They were here!"

Stoick grumbled as he was rudely woken up by his son, he sat up, which caused Hiccup to roll off of his father's stomach and into his lap. "Who do ye say was here, son?"

"Trolls!" Hiccup practically screamed, giving a toothy smile (with a missing front tooth)

"...Was Gobber telling you one of his stories again?"

"YES!"

"Hiccup, son, you know they don't-"

"They ARE real! I have proof!" Hiccup held out his hand, holding a single sock. "They stole my left sock!"

"Oi..." Stoick sighed. Maybe he should tell Gobber to stop telling Hiccup his ridiculous stories from now on, but his son really seemed interested in them too... The curse of being a father. "Go back to bed, Hiccup."

The young boy's eyes widened at what his father said, acting like he had just been insulted. "But I have to get my sock back!"

"You'll probably find it under your bed. Again."

"Fine! I'll just walk around barefooted."

"Hiccup.."

"Maybe learn how to walk on my hands."

"Son."

"Might use a knife as a toothpick. Gobber does that alot. And you sometimes do that when you can't find any toothpicks around."

Stoick simply rolled his eyes and got up from his bed, carrying Hiccup over his shoulder. Once the young one starts talking, it took a while to shut him up. He walked up to his son's room, placed the still rambling child on the bed, reached under it and pulled out a sock, then placed it on the desk. "Sleep, or stay quiet until you hear some shouting from outside. Understood?"

"Okay... Hey dad?"

"Yes son?"

"When can I have my knife back?"

"After what you did? Two more days."

A/N: Yeah, it's short. Sue me. Wait... Don't do that. I WON'T BE ABLE TO AFFORD IT. Anywho, this is Hiccup when he's about...shall we say a hyperactive 5 yearold? I always that that he would slightly be a chatterbox around his dad, and especially Gobber (because who doesn't love gGobber?!)

Please review. I'll write more if I know that people are actually reading and liking this. C: