Growing up

It was a very ordinary day. The sun was shining brightly despite the utmost contrast in the outside temperature, in fact, everything was completely normal. Stoick was walking through the village after a long day of being chief when Gobber suddenly appeared out of nowhere, Stoick slowed his pace down just a little so that the one-legged man could keep up.

"Afternoon, Gobber." Stoick greeted in his normal fashion.

"Same to you too, Stoick," Gobber spoke again a beat later, "you know, I've been thinking..."

"About what exactly?"

"Hiccup."

"Oh... And why would that be?" Stoick asked, wondering what matters his son was concerned in.

"Oh, don't you worry; 'tis nothing bad. I've just been thinking about 'im. You remember when he was a scrawny little lad, don't you?"

"He's my son, Gobber, of course I remember!"

"I know, I know, but you should see 'im work at the forge! He's hammerin' away, usin' the anvils; he can do whatever he want! He has the strength now, Odin bless 'im." Gobber chuckled.

"Where exactly is this going?" Questioned Stoick, Gobber stopped walking when they found themselves near the front entrance to the forge.

"Well, look at 'im, Stoick! He's all grown up! Right before our eyes!" Gobber exclaimed happily. He gestured over to where the subject of the conversation was working. Hiccup was deep in concentration as he put all of his power into hammering a connecting rod into shape, the tall Viking was currently working on some saddles for the new trainees at the academy. He was completely unaware of his father and Gobber standing outside watching him.

"I never really noticed how much he's grown..." Stoick muttered, shaking his head lightly.

"I know the feeling! It seems like only yesterday he was starting work here! An' look at 'im now! He's almost taller than I am! In fact, he probably is!" Gobber laughed, "an' he's taller than all of his friends now, he'll be chief before we know it!"

"Oh, now you're making me feel old, Gobber!" Stoick sighed, looking through the window at his son.

"We're all getting on now, I think." The blacksmith shook his head again with a smile, "He'll be twenty next week."

"I'm going to do something special for him this year." Stoick announced.

"And so you should, he deserves it. All that he's done for us, it's the least we can do. I just can't belie-" Gobber suddenly cut off, staring straight at Hiccup,

"What is it, Gobber? What's wrong?"

"The little buggar is messing with that blasted leg again!" He put a meaty hand to his head. "I only just finished adjusting the thing for 'im yesterday! He's gonna break it!"

"I'll leave you too it then..." Stoick chuckled heartily as his friend began stomping towards Hiccup. Stoick looked on at the scene for a few moments before turning away to continue his walk home, ignoring the arguing in the background. Hiccup was going to be in a right mood when he got home.

But no matter how old he was, no matter what happened between them, Hiccup would always be Stoick's little boy- and he was more than proud to say it.

Hello again, so because of my undeniable excitement for HTTYD 2, this happened. I decided to write some drabbles/ one-shot thingies. Sorry about any mistakes, I wrote this on my tablet as my laptop wasn't working.

Anyway, please, by all means, feel free to leave your own ideas for me to write in a review. I would be more than happy to write some requests!

WritingBolt