None of the characters belong to me, just gonna put that out there.
Inspired by a similar-ish story I saw once…Stoick returns to Berk, in the form of a spirit, to discover how things are without him. Quick one-shot
Stoick felt disoriented. One second he was saving his son, his only precious son, from a death at the hand of his own best friend. And now? Now he was in one of the many forests of Berk, in the simple form of a mythical spirit. He had often told Hiccup the stories of great ancestors returning as guardians of those they loved, until they had resolved any unfinished business they had and completing the journey to Valhalla. It hadn't struck him, though, that this might be true; and he never would have guessed he'd become one of the guardian spirits!
Wandering out of the tangle of trees and rivers, he ran through his mind what this gift meant for him. He had been taken from this world abruptly, killing also his dream of watching his boy finally become a man; now he could see Hiccup in the way he'd dreamt. A chief, possibly even married. A shadow crossed his thoughts as he understood that he would never be able to support his heir through these milestones, only watch from a distance.
He quickly found his boy, having fallen asleep making new plans at his desk, and stared proudly at the sight. The mark of a new chief remained on his head from the day before, and it could not please Stoick more. He enjoyed the idea that Hiccup had been so excited to start his new role of leadership that he had dropped from exhaustion while on the job. Forgetting that he couldn't possibly wake him, Stoick crept silently behind Hiccup's shoulder to peek at what the tribe of Vikings had in store.
The sole project that seemed to have his son's attention was spread over many blueprints and came with many notes to use later, regarding villagers to help in the task. Stoick smiled at the image looking back at him. A statue, in his honor, to be etched in the side of a hill let Stoick know his boy appreciated him.
With a final small tear and a great smile, the great Viking knew that no matter what happened Hiccup would end out alright. He waved to the figure of his child, who was slowly stirring, and left for the hall of the fallen where he would be in peace.
Hope you liked it, my first one-shot and my first Stoick-focused fic. I'll be doing another similar one (however it'll be focused more on Stoick seeing Hiccup as himself, when he isn't feeling intimidated by the ex-chief's presence) sometime in the future. Please leave reviews, both good and bad, if possible! Thanks for your time, and I'll see you around .