Hey Guys, this is a serious story that I like to call, Father and Son.
It is basically as it sounds, it is a great story, and I hope you can get past the boring beginning to the second chapter and so on. Things REALLY heat up.
It is going to lead to something, trust me. And if you keep reading…it will get AWESOME! This is not like my other parodies, Its better.
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Chapter One: Meet Hiccup
Hiccup was running, running, endlessly running as he darted through the field, he had heard that Astrid was in pain, and after what had been happening the last few days, he wasn't about to risk it.
Suddenly, Hiccup tripped.
"Damn!" Hiccup slid on a rock and his face bopped against the dirt.
After a few good minutes of picking grass from his teeth, he decided to stand up and take it a bit slower tonight.
The sky was a grim sight.
Daylight was present, but the clouds filled the sky above him in a fuzzy haze.
"What am I doing?" He scolded himself as he caught himself walking again.
He skipped back into the step of a sprint and he ran till he saw the first signs of the village in view.
"Hiccup!"
One of the Vikings in the village called Hiccup and motioned him to speed it up.
When Hiccup reached the side of the Village with the homes, he jogged up to their house, using the last bit of energy to step up the last of the stairs.
"Hey boy! Where have you been!" An anxious and serious Gobber blurted out to the young man.
Hiccup was about 22 years old now, looked basically the same as before and wasn't any stronger. His hair still curled over his eyes and he had no beard. He still had his innocent, childlike freckles and that goofy smile, you could even say at 22 he was just a young man, practically a teenager. If you could even say he had got any taller he'd grown about two inches. He couldn't even grow a beard. Yet he and Astrid's relationship had flourished since they were younger.
When they were younger, a mix of envy and jealousy defined Astrid's view on Hiccup.
Yet, the feeling was not mutual.
Hiccup then felt an immense love for her then, as he still did.
He grew on her, of course, after he showed her who he truly was, and of course, after he tamed dragons.
They were married now, for about four or five years. Hiccup loved her so much that he overreacted to any illness she may have contracted.
He ran up to the house but stopped his panic when he began to open the door slowly and attempt to look like he kept his cool.
"You can't breathe a word about this to anybody," Gobber began, "But she had been weeping a bit for you, lad."
Hiccup squinted in disbelief as Gobber exited the room.
Astrid didn't cry. She wouldn't…she must have been in the most pain of her life to even let loose a small amount of emotion.
"Astrid…" Hiccup entered the room at the sound of her calling out to him.
She had been sick for a while now, she had terrible stomach aches, headaches too. The fear of an infection was a constant burden on both Hiccup and the medic's mind.
Yet, he wanted to pretend none of that was true.
He came to her.
She looked up at him and cringed in pain inside her, but wouldn't let that show through. He saw it in her eyes though, he caught onto that kind of thing.
She was about to say something but he didn't want to hear.
He grabbed her head close to him and held her head in the crook of his arm. He pressed her head against his chest and avoided words.
Words hurt too much.
Words meant something, expressed feeling, told the truth, he didn't want to hear any of those things.
So he just held her for a while.
She could feel his heartbeat. She didn't want this moment to go, only last.
"I'm fine, Hiccup, I'm okay."
He didn't listen and just grabbed her tighter.
"The medic says I should be out soon."
She let out a weak smile and his followed.
She loved his smile, his warm, warm smile.
He looked down at her and placed her back in bed as the medic shooed him out the room.
He slugged down the stairs as he was ashamed of being thrown out. What could they possibly do that he couldn't be there for? That angered him, so he seeked refuge in the embrace of Toothless.
"Hey, boy." Hiccup scratched behind his ear to comfort him as he caught onto Hiccup's stress. He climbed up the stairs to his room in his father's house where he was still welcome, and was staying while his house was flooded with medical things and elders.
"Dad."
"Hiccup."
Their relationship was not strained, just respectful.
He had his space, Stoick had his.
This worked out well on both parties as Toothless met up with Hiccup through a window and he landed upon the Viking's boyhood room. Filled with drawings and failed contraptions, it was a stinging reminder to Hiccup of his horrible, outcast of a childhood.
All the time he spent inside resulted in an overabundance of inventions and too many hours wasted on thinking.
"Ahh, good to be outta here."
Hiccup mumbled words to himself as Toothless cocked his head as to say 'Yeah, because there is so much better.'
Hiccup picked up one of his older invention designs but was stopped by the sound of a child yelling with glee. He put the paper down and turned to his window to see it was very dark and whoever was out there would be in danger.
Hiccup looked out the window and saw a young boy trotting and toddling along the side of a river, toting a toy wooden shield, sword, and a helmet far too big for him.
He squinted his eyes to distinguish who it was.
He suddenly knew he had to get down there, and fast.
With two straight jumps down his house stairs, Hiccup practically flew to the bottom floor of the home and ran out the door, causing Stoick to become fearful and jump up to see what was occurring. By the time Hiccup got to the river side Toothless was already there, searching for the boy. Hiccup panicked and Stoick stood in shock at the doorway, assuming it was already too late and burying his forehead in one hand.
"Odin, help him." He whispered as Hiccup frightfully scanned the riverside.
Hiccup jumped into the river, cold as could ever be, and began to swim to the bottom, searching and searching.
Toothless hung his head. "Why did bad things always happen to these humans?'
Hiccup came up to breathe.
Empty handed.
Hiccup pulled himself with his weak upper body out of the river and let loose a shiver.
But he wasn't giving up.
He began to run frantically down the riverside, and Toothless was not far behind.
Hiccup used his ears attentively and he heard a whimper.
As he pulled some bushes to the side, there was the boy, guilty knowing he had done something wrong.
Hiccup put his hands on the back of his head and closed his eyes as he pushed his neck backwards in relief.
But then he got angry.
"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Fourth how did you get out here and what did I tell you?"
Hiccup typically never screamed.
But only when it was for his sons own good.
Hiccup pulled the hair out of his eyes and took a good look at the boy.
He seemed to just have wanted to explore.
And to Hiccup, that was understandable.
Before he could begin to cry, Hiccup swept up the sweet boy in his arms and gave him a hug.
He couldn't be more than four, Hiccup's first and only son with Astrid thus far.
He was short for his age, like Hiccup was as a boy, and with a very light brown hair, it was almost blond. It was long for his age, just enough to cover his ears and eyebrows, but straggly and smooth. He wore a white shirt that fell low to his knees. His brown pants held up by a thin rope came up and his boots one size too big. He had blue eyes just like Astrid but seemed to resemble Hiccup in the face. Except for one thing, he had a Viking sense of adventure, unlike Hiccup, who, with a few pencils and a piece of paper could easily entertain himself. His personality, however was stubborn and all-knowing like Astrid. He didn't listen to his fathers' direction to keep clear of rivers.
But, that to Hiccup, was understandable.
Hiccup hugging his son in the Viking world was strange. Stoick looked up to see him with the boy, and didn't want to correct Hiccup on his parenting at a time like this.
He gave a grateful sigh to the gods for letting the boy live and stomped back into the house.
Hiccup wasn't done yet.
He wanted his son to remember this and not do it again.
"Son."
The boy looked up, now smiling, jolly since he had evaded punishment.
Hiccup sighed. He looked so much like him sometimes it was hard to talk to him in a serious tone.
But only sometimes.
"Hiccup, don't be doing this again. You know I told you not to go here."
He wasn't a very persuasive father.
Young Hiccup looked down at his boots and found them far more amusing than whatever his father was blabbing about. He gripped a piece of fur but was smacked back into reality as his father prompted him.
"Hiccup!" He said, not angry, but stern.
"You cant do this again, and you cannot tell your mother…"
He paused and looked for an easy four-year-old reason why.
"She doesn't feel too good and this will just be our little secret."
Little Hiccup nodded and Hiccup looked down at him, hoping what he had said soaked in a little bit.
"Toothless!" Young Hiccup's attention was quickly lost as he noted the dragon was here and pointed his finger at him.
The dragon ran to his young master and nudged him accordingly.
Young Hiccup giggled and was swooped up to get back home…safe this time.
He stared at the stars and wonder how he was doing as a parent, and a husband. His son nearly drowned in a raging river and his wife was sick without her husband at her side.
Astrid had not seen young Hiccup in awhile.
Last time, if he recalled, Astrid asked for Hiccup to bring him. When he didn't, she was furious. Hiccup said he didn't want him to see her like this, but now, he needed to do this.
"You wanna go see Astr- um, Mom?"
Hiccup was still getting used to the idea of being a father. He was an apprehensive father, but a proud one, unlike Stoick. He would never do to his son what his father did to him.
He trekked up the steep stairs yet again and he held young Hiccup tightly as he wondered if this was such a good idea.
"Don't talk yet, Hiccup." he warned. "Lets check if we are allowed at all."
"Mommy!" The young Hiccup called out, despite Hiccup's orders.
Hiccup jumped at his son's screech two feet in the air and responded with a hand to his mouth.
"SHH!" Hiccup didn't want the medics mad, or Astrid to wake.
"Hiccup?"
A voice called out, seeming happy.
It was Astrid, and she, indeed, was happy. Being as tough as she was she didn't want some sort of cold to get her down. She started feeling better anyway.
As a joke to break the ice, fearful the elders were listening, Hiccup blurted.
"Which one?"
Astrid laughed, not a weak laugh at all, which relaxed Hiccup as she was getting better.
As soon as Astrid processed the comment she was immediately anxious to see her boy.
The door was half cracked open, with a little light showing through that exited little Hiccup and prompted him to wiggle out of his father's hold.
"Come here, baby," Astrid called as she wanted her son to visit her, " You came to see me?"What she didn't know was he had been asking every day since she got sick.
She was so exited to see him and he felt the same. He practically jumped into her arms and she held him tightly.
If you had seen Astrid in her teenage years you never would have thought she could be such a loving mother.
But she never used her strength on things she loved. (except a few punches to Hiccup, you know.)
She cradled him up in her arms and he nestled his head into her arm.
She definitely loved him.
She then remembered she had heard Hiccup's voice earlier and called to him.
"Hiccup?"
He hesitantly walked in. Those medics scared him! One of them had a mole and talked with an accent and…oh wait back to the story.
Hiccup came over and kissed her. He was thrilled to see her getting better.
Oh damn, the medic walked in.
"Wheat are jew dooving in here, boy?"
He cringed at the sound of her voice…and her pulsating blemish.
"Um…visiting my wife, Olga, she wanted to see her son."
Astrid added in a condescending tone, "And my husband."
Olga was put in her place and she quieted down quickly.
"If you don't mind, Olga!" Young Hiccup spoke in an outlandishly funny snobby disposition. Maybe being the son of a celebrity was spoiling him.
Astrid held back laughter and put her hand over her mouth in a fist. Young Hiccup crossed his arms as they all looked at her. As soon as she walked out of the room, Hiccup and Astrid laughed as loud as ever at what a funny remark that was from their toddler son.
Olga was a tard, anyway.
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