He couldn't believe it. As soon as those very words left his father's mouth, he felt as if the whole world had come crashing down upon him. "You're not a Viking," he had said. That hurt, but what hurt even more were those three words, "You're not my son." His heart was shattered. No father anymore, no Toothless to comfort him. His whole village, save Astrid, now probably hated him even more than they did before. Hiccup really hoped Toothless and Astrid were ok. They were all going to die at the nest, be at the giant dragon's mercy. After getting over the initial shock from being disowned, Hiccup slowly stood up and rushed out to the docks.
Nearly every available ship had been loaded. He saw Toothless being chained and strapped down to a wooden board and felt a spark of anger inside him. How dare they treat Toothless like that? He suddenly felt depressed again. He was never going to see Toothless again. He would probably be killed, if not by his former father then by perishing at the mercy of the Queen. Hiccup looked down at his father who noticed and locked eyes with him. Hiccup slowly shook his head as a feeble warning, but Stoik broke eye contact and whispered something to Toothless. He could only watch, helpless, as the ships sailed out, taking the Vikings and Toothless to their doom.
Long after the ships had gone, Hiccup still stood there. Astrid came up beside him and was silent for a moment. "It's a mess," she said, "you've lost everything, your father, your tribe, your best friend." "Thank you for summing that up," he replied. "Why couldn't I have killed that dragon when I first saw him in the woods? It would've been better for everybody." "Yup, the rest of us would've done it," she said, " so why didn't you?" He didn't answer. "Why didn't you?" she repeated. " I don't know. I couldn't," he said. "That's not an answer." "Ugggh! Why is this so important to you all of a sudden?" "Because I want to remember what you say right now." "Oh for the love of- I was a coward, I was weak! I wouldn't kill a dragon!" "You said "wouldn't" that time. " Well, whatever! I wouldn't! Three- hundred years and I'm the first Viking who wouldn't kill a dragon!" He turned away facing the ocean again. "First to ride one, though," she said, "so...?" "I wouldn't kill him because he looked as frightened as I was. I looked at him, and I saw myself." "I bet he's really frightened now. What are you gonna do about it?" He looked up. "Ehh, probably something stupid." "Good, but you've already done that." "Then something crazy," he said as he ran off. Astrid smiled. "That's more like it." She ran off to gather the other teens, if they would listen after what had happened.
Hiccup arrived at the arena. His plan definitely was crazy, and it was a long shot, but hopefully, just hopefully, it might work. He may have lost his status as a Viking, and been disowned by his own father, but he could not give up on his village. Even if most of them had given on him. Hiccup heard the other teens as they arrived. It was time.