Hey everybody! I'm alive! :) Anyways, I've been busy and have lost inspiration for some of my stories... But I've scrolled through the HTTYD archive and seen lots of similar themes: "What if Hiccup had actually left Berk?", "What if Hiccup killed Toothless?", etc. But I haven't seen a "What if Hiccup told his dad the truth when he thought he was cornered?," so here's my take on it. BTW, if you see any stories with the same what if as this one, please let me know: I'd like to see others takes on it. And yes, this is a Brave crossover, so Merida will appear... Eventually. Possibly next chapter. Or maybe not. Anyways, enjoy the story. :)

"So, let's talk about that dragon."

"Oh gods, Dad I'm so sorry, uh, I-I-I was going to tell you, I just didn't know how to tell you that I-I-I..." Hiccup stuttered as he looked up at his father's drunken look, "... Befriended... a Night Fury..." Stoick froze up as soon as those words left his son's mouth.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! Good one son! You almost had me there! HAHAHA!" Stoick chortled as his oversized gut flopped around.

"Uh, dad, I'm not kidding here!"

"Stop joking around son!"

Hiccup gave a heavy sigh as he tiredly tugged at his hair, eyes cast to the ground. He knew that if he didn't come clean now, then he never would.

"Actually, dad, I'm not. And I have proof." He mustered up every last ounce of courage he had, hoping that he would run out of it before this entire incident was over. "These are the pictures I drew of him," he squeaked out as he presents them, "and - Dad! DAD!"

Stoick was shaking in anger, a storm visible in his eyes.

"SON! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND! I'LL KILL THE GODS FORSAKEN DEVIL AND-"

"NO dad! He's-"

"He's a devil, that's what he is!" He then paused as he choked out, "They took your mother... And now they've brainwashed you! I'll kill him and reverse whatever they did to you! I'll-"

"Dad! No one has been brainwashed! You would seriously blame Toothless for what other dragons have-"

"You... NAMED THE ABOMINATION! This is a trick from Loki! What have you done?!"

"What have I done?! WHAT HAVE I DONE?!"

"You BETRAYED ME! YOU BETRAYED BERK!"

When Stoick said the word "betrayed," he struck a nerve deep within Hiccup. How had he betrayed them when all they did was hurt him? A fire exploded in him that he had never felt before: a deep burning anger strong enough to go against his own father.

"BETRAYED YOU?! BETRAYED BERK?! HOW CAN I 'BETRAY' YOU PEOPLE WHEN YOU WERE NEVER THERE FOR ME?!" By this point, Hiccup's face was red, his eyes held a fire they never had before, and a vein was showing in his chin. He had to choke the next words out, as they brought up painful memories. "Where were you... when all the other kids beat me until I was covered in bruises? Or when they decided I was the only suitable dummy for them to practice sword fighting with? Where were you... when I needed help dealing with girls? Where were you... when every villager looked at me with disgust... telling me that... that... their lives... their lives would be... be better... if I... if I was... was d-dead? Where.. Where were you... when... when the other kids told me... told me that... that... M-mom... Mom only l-left... b-because... because she hated me? You always added to the pain... You voiced every thought to me... I wasn't the son you wanted... You even beat me up in public to get your point across!" By now, Hiccup was panting raggedly and gripping the desk as a few stray tears ran down both men's cheeks. He then looked up and spat venomously, "So answer this for me: how did I betray any of you, Stoick?"

Hiccup had just unknowingly wrenched Stoick's heart out of his chest. Stoick had always wanted his son to be a great Viking. What he hadn't realized for all of those years is that he had helped make his son miserable. As Hiccup spoke each word, he realized the Hiccup was right: he had never been there for him, never knowing what was truly going on with him... And how dare they make fun of his mother! Now he knew that that the situation needed to be handled grace...

One of the things he always sucked at.

And delicacy...

Another thing he always sucked at.

"Hiccup..." he choked out... "I-I'm... so... I'm so sorry..."

The silence was deafening as Hiccup's face grew redder and redder...

"SORRY?! REALLY?! THAT'S THE BEST YOU CAN COME UP WITH?! SCREW THIS, I'M OUT OF HERE!" Hiccup raggedly spat as he turned and stomped towards the door. "Oh and one more thing, Stoick," he shakily hissed as he tossed a notebook to his father, "that, is a glimpse into the torture you inflicted upon me, and why I'm never coming back." And with that, he muttered something about "loser Vikings" as he grabbed the basket of supplies he always kept packed for the day he got banished. He knew that he had to hurry before the Vikings killed him or Toothless. He quietly sprinted to the cove and softly called, "Come on bud, let's get out of here. You and me are taking a little vacation, forever." Then he hopped on Toothless and flew off into the night sky, having no clue where he was going to go.

Back in the forge, Stoick grieved over his lost son. Though he wanted to believe otherwise, he knew that Hiccup hadn't been brainwashed by the Night Fury: Hiccup truly befriended the dragon, believing that he had no one else to care for him. What was worse was that Hiccup never had a reason to believe otherwise, and that it was mostly true. For the first time since recovering from Valka's death, Stoick the Vast bawled, his cries echoing into the night.

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