This story came up to me a few days ago and I wanted to share it with you. I first saw the film maybe a month ago and I just love it.

The character of Stoick, Hiccup's father, is the ideal viking: Strong both in body and mind, ready to die in battle if Odin wants him so. But also is, as he admits, too stubborn for his own and his people's good, and his obsession that dragons are the enemy led him to the battle in the dragon's island, where he understands that he is wrong.

The story ends quite good in my opinion. But I think things are not that easy for Stoick after that. Everything changing around him is probably very hard to accept. So, I came with this, and I hope you like it.

I don't own any HTTYD's character nor the original story, only what happens in here.

I'm just thinking. Thinking about how my life has changed in the last years.

Ok, I must admit it, they are not big thoughts. I've never been too much of a thinker, ask anyone in the village. I have been always the type of viking that lets the axe do that work for me.

But tonight I felt like it's a good moment to put my thoughts in order. Maybe it's the clear sky, no cloud blocking the full moonlight; or the unusually warm air, something really rare in this place as cold as death itself every day of the year. Who knows. Maybe Odin finally decided that it is time for me to get a new helmet that can let space to some brains.

Whatever the reason is, the thing is that since what happened 5 years ago, when Hiccup saved the entire village and made us all friends with dragons, my life has turned upside down.

For more than 3 centuries, us vikings had to battle dragons to survive. We were trained to fight them, to defeat them, to kill them. Hundreds of us were lost in those years, but we just keep on with it, because we believed that that was the right thing. We were vikings, and them just another enemy. I became the leader with that simple thought in my mind.

My wife was no different. Maybe she was less aggressive when dealing with dragons and used more her brains. She didn't have the same muscle as the rest of the woman in the village, but no one can deny that she killed nearly as many dragons as I have, with an axe or with the tools she carried with her. Maybe was that exoticness what made me choose her as my life partner.

Then came Hiccup. Strangers may ask why that name for a boy that was supposed to be the great Stoick the Vast's son. Well, it just fitted him. Normal viking boys need quite some hours to born, and the mothers have a hard time bringing them to the world. My son was just not one of them. She knew she was ready, she felt that Hiccup was about to get out anytime soon. She barely had said that and she had a hiccup attack and broke waters. Only 2 hours later and very little screaming and the little boy was out. Do you still think his name does not suit him?

Anyway, I was happy to have finally someone to care about. I would teach him everything I knew, how to fight dragons, how to be the strongest, how to be the best leader when I was gone.

But that was soon discarded. Hiccup was totally different as I had expected. He had a body not made for battle, so thin and slim. He looked like a dragon tooth stick, for Thor's name! Also, he had the ability to cause mess wherever he went. When he was 7 we were in a ferocious battle with a huge horde of dragons that assaulted the village. Instead of taking my hammer with me I took a big battle axe, my father's. Even I had to assume that maybe that would be my last day with the living and wanted to die as a viking, honoring my father's name.

But in the climax of the battle, when I was on the edge of being crushed by a Monstrous Nightmare, I saw him coming to me, barely able to even drag my hammer and calling for me because I had FORGOTTEN it. Forgotten! My foolish son thought that I had forgotten my weapon! But that was wiped out of my mind when I saw a Zippleback just behind him about to taste his flesh.

Taking strength from Thor knows where and roaring to the dragon, I pushed the flaming beast away from me, turned back and, with another roar, cut off one of the Zippleback's head. Not even taking time to see the blood spilling out of the severed neck, I grabbed Hiccup and ran as fast as I could to the house, tossed him inside and ordered him to stay there no matter what happened. His mother was nowhere around, so I figured that she was killing dragons elsewhere. I decided to stay close to the house in case some beast dared to come and get my son.

That night we lost too many people. No one dared to say so, but I knew that, if I had been on the battlefield, some more would have survived. I discussed the matter with my wife, about what Hiccup had done and that I had to decide between saving either him or the village. Of course, she didn't take it quite well, that Hiccup had the best of intentions, risking his own life to help his father and not deserving to be blamed for what had happened.

I was too stubborn back then. Ok, I always have been stubborn, but that day I was especially thick-headed. I couldn't see my own son as someone to be proud of. Every time he stepped outside, trying to help in his own words, some kind of disaster happened. Her mother was the only one supporting him.

Not too long after, she died. Not in battle, but from a sickness. Hiccup was devastated. The last words she spoke were for him: "Be a great man like your father, but also a great human being. Never let time pass over you and never look back the old times. Fight for you wishes until you have no more blood in you."

For nearly a month he barely ate and didn't step out of the house. I would have done exactly the same, but I had to take care of the village and protect my people. So I pushed away my feelings and went on.

But my surprise was big when Hiccup appeared one day at Gobber's workshop and said he wanted to learn about making weapons and engineering. Both Gobber and I were puzzled, but we thought that maybe he was going to finally become a good Viking, even if it was just making good weapons for us to defend the village.

Quite wrong I was. He soon started to invent strange machines that normally failed, but sometimes caused great chaos, usually because he tried them when we were attacked.

But everything changed when he followed her mother's last words and was crazy enough to try to train a dragon, to become his friend and to face me. Oh, I really feel like the most foolish man on earth for not even try to listen to him. Luckily no one died that dreadful day. That would have been my entire fault. In fact, I was going to give away my life to save the others. But then, disobeying me once again, he came and changed the odds and my vision of the world.

That cost him his leg. When I saw him on the ground, protected by his dragon, I thought he was dead, but that blessed dragon managed to save him! I thanked all the gods and that dragon for my son's life for the first time in my entire life. Of course, I didn't wait to change things on my village. The torches were modified to have food for them, they were allowed to wander inside the village; Hiccup's friends, especially Astrid, taught us a bit of how to take care of them, the very few things that they had learned from my son.

When he woke up, he and his dragon were like made for each other. Yes, surely he had a bad time accepting that he would not be able to walk like before, but just the view of them together, that dragon, Toothless, helping him walk, and Hiccup helping him to fly was enough proof of how my life had been all wrong. I should have listened to my wife; I should've listened Hiccup. If I had, maybe things would be quite different.

Now, 5 years after that, I can not recognise the village as it was before. Dragons flying everywhere, mounted by it's riders, living with us as friends and allies. Everyone in here has their own dragon. Even the kids! Hiccup explained that dragons can sense some sort of connection between one person and itself, bonding them to be partners. In those war times that was impossible to happen, as there was so much hate from one to another; but now it just happens to start the time they born. Children play with dragons as if they were oversized playful dogs, and they do the same. You can see Gronckles roar to the kids before running to catch them while playing tag, or Nadders sniffing around and licking the children's faces when they Hide and Seek.

There is just happiness all around. The only thing that bothers me is that in these 5 years no dragon has ever come to me.

When they started to breed near the village and we let them born inside or houses I usually came over to see such miracle. Hiccup had invented some kind of big barrel full of water that could contain the explosion of the eggs hatching. I have to admit that those baby dragons look really cute... Eeeem, ok, forget I said that. Ehem.

So, I've been around to see the birth of many dragons, but none happened to like me. Ok, they don't refuse my hand when I try to pet them, but they don't come after me.

I kind of understand why that happens. It was me who killed so many dragons and was proud of it, it was me who tossed aside his own son, ignoring his plea of forgiving and not using his dragon friend's life; it was me who led his people into murdering their kind. It's quite understandable that they feel that and don't feel like wanting to be with me.

It's understandable, but it doesn't mean I like it. It reminds me of what I have done, so much wrong things in my life. It's hard to see now how bad a human being I have been. Not only with the dragons, but to my son and to my wife. I am sure that she would not just support Hiccup when he started training Toothless, but also she would help him, enjoying the same way he did. She killed a lot of dragons, no one can deny it, but she didn't like it. I could see it in her eyes. I'm sure that the moment she saw a glimpse of what Hiccup was up to, she would change that second. That was her.

Now I have to bear with it. I have been a fool, thinking that killing was the right thing, that what I said was like Odin's word and no one could go against it. This is my punishment for that.

-Hey, Stoick! Finally it's out!

The voice of Gober brings back my mind from wherever it was. I smile at him. Though I'm not joyful with those thoughts of myself, this is not the time to show how bad I feel.

-About time! I thought he would never get out! That egg probably couldn't keep it in anymore!

-An'ye ar right! I've never seen any baby of 'eir kind 'till now, but it sure is big!

-Then let's go and say hello to him.

-You're gonna like'im. First thing he did when he was outta water was look at Little Hicup and let out a roar o' defiance!

Before you think wrong, he is not talking about my son. You see, Gober here also got a dragon for himself. A Mounstrous Nightmare, none the less! It was really small, though. At first, we thought that its egg had mixed with others from another dragon, but it seems that this one was just smaller that normal.

The very first time it opened its little eyes and saw Gober, it jumped on him and began to lick his face like it was covered in honey. So it stayed almost all day with Gober at his workshop, and turned up that, though his small body, he could throw a flame strong enough to melt steel! So Gober named it Little Hiccup, because he said that he looked rather weak but hide incredible potential. I was laughing for a week after that, I swear!

-Ha! I gotta see that little one, then.

It didn't take too long to reach the barn built outside my own house, where everything was happening.

Ah, yes, I forgot. A year ago Hiccup found out why Toothless happened to be alone. Male Night Furies happen to live alone until they are adults while the females live in herds. When males come to mating age they look for the females and find their mate.

He found about it while exploring and saw the female pack. Toothless was so excited that he could barely control him! He said when he came back: "It was madness! He was circling, twisting, rising and acrobating so fast that I could not keep up with him! I'm sure that female thought he looked like me trying to dance with one foot!"

That female ended accepting Toothless and her mate, though. Seems that air dancing went better than Hiccup guessed.

And now both dragons live in a barn just at the side of my house, so Hiccup and Toothless could be together like always. She happened to lay an egg a couple of months ago and the baby dragon Gober was talking about it's theirs.

We all were surprised to learn that Night Furies only lay one egg each time, probably the reason they are so rare. Other dragons have nests with 6 or 7 eggs each.

When we arrived both adults Night Furies were cuddling while watching over their offspring, who was already walking from one side to another, moving his little wings like he wanted to fly and letting some smoke out of his mouth. Obviously everyone present there was laughing.

- Hey, dad. You finally show up! Normally you are wherever there is a dragon birth!

- I had things to attend to, son. How is he?

- Just perfect, as you can see. It already tried to escape from the barn a while ago. Astrid went inside to get something we can use as a distraction toy.

As you may have guessed, Astrid and Hiccup are still together. Not only that, they are marrying in less than a year!

Not long after the female Night Fury came to live with us, those two thought that they were ready for the next step. I fell down from the chair when they told me. Hiccup, my son, the one that I used to think back then was useless, is going to marry! I guess it will not be the last time I have to change the way I see things.

I stepped deeper in the barn to see the little dragon. It was indeed a very big baby dragon. But he was also more amazing than others. It had the slick beauty of their kind. The first time I saw a Night Fury, when Hiccup decided he wanted to show us that dragons were not enemies, I could see that it was an amazing creature. Their black scales, the large wings, the hidden teeth and the strong tail made him an incredible dragon.

This one was the same but in a smaller size. Well, smaller but he could still make me hit the floor!

The baby turned his head to see me, but unlike it had happened with the others he focused his eyes on me. Astrid had just come back with a rope with a little bell at the end of it, but he just ignored the toy. He started to come closer to me. My heart forgot to beat in that moment. I was kneeling on one leg on the ground and he put his front paws on my knee, leveling his eyesight with mine. For a second no one dared to move, and then, without any advice, he left his head over my shoulder and began to purr.

Tears began to fall from my eyes as I realized that he had chosen me as his partner, that even all the wrong I had done, I was forgiven.

I didn't cry when my wife died. Losing loved people was something I became used to. But in that moment I couldn't stop my tears of joy, for I have finally understood what meant her with her last words: "Never let time pass over you and never look back the old times". I became depressed because I was looking at those times when all I knew was the dragons were the enemy and we had to fight and kill them. I was wrong back then, I committed unforgivable crimes, and that burned me from the inside. But that little dragon had returned me the strength I needed to feel alive again, that everything would go just fine.

- He is really affectionate, isn't he?

- Dad, the baby is a she. She is a girl.

I looked up to my son, puzzled.

- A girl? Gober was talking like it has a boy.

- Gober can't tell a boy from a girl dragon, can he? I do.

So, it was a girl dragon that had chosen me as a partner. That was just as if destiny had decided this long ago. And because of that, I had the perfect name for her.

- I will call her Grazielle

Though Hiccup looked surprised at first, he smiled as he understood.

- Good name.

I agreed.

That was my wife's, Hiccup mother's, name.

I really hope you enjoyed this and forgive me if anything was wrong written. You see, I'm not English native. In fact, I am Spanish. I tried my best to write it in English so more people can read it and especially for a friend that showed me HTTYD's world. So please forgive my mistakes.

I have another fic about Bleach if you are interested. So, if you know Spanish, take a look at it.

Thank you for reading and don't forget to review this!