Hiccup sat in his room, alone. It'd had been a single day that he'd be crowned chief of Berk due to the untimely death of his father, Stoick. Hiccup held his head as he trembled with anguish and grief. There was a knock at the door. Before Hiccup could call out for whoever it was to go away, he let himself in. Gobber held a folded and sealed paper in his hands. "Stoick left this for you", he said simply holding it out. Slightly perplexed, Hiccup took the letter in his hands. He recognized his name in his father's penmanship. He looked up to question Gobber, but he was already gone.

My one and only Hiccup,

This letter will not be delivered to you until my time on this earth has come to an end, whether it be in my sleep at an ancient age or on the battlefield in glory. Death is inevitable my son. As much as I hate to leave, I know Berk has a prosperous future with you as its leader. There has never been any doubt in my mind that you will be a chief that will go down in history as one of the greatest. I hold on to the hope of meeting you and your mother in the halls of Valhalla.

Farewell, Best of Heirs and Best of Sons,

Love your father