This is my first ever How To Train Your Dragon fanfiction. It's a little AU.

Nothing that looks familiar belongs to me.

Summary: After Hiccup's mother dies in a hunting accident and Hiccup loses his left foot/ calf, Stoic begins to hold Hiccup back from his dream of becoming a Formula One racer and pushes the University of Copenhagen on him while Hiccup dreams of going to Finland to race professionally. Stoic is nearing the end of his reign of Scandinavia and only wants Hiccup to focus on becoming the best leader that he can be; this is the story of their compromise, with a little love thrown in for fun.

Chapter 1- The Compromise.

"Dad! You're not listening to me, I'm not going to school in Copenhagen! I'm going to Finland and I'm going to become a driver for Formula One. They've been to all my races and are even impressed with my mechanical work. I already have my foot in the door, dad." Hiccup was tired of having this conversation; tired of being ignored and having his desires brushed off by his father time and time again.

"Hiccup. I'm not argueing about this again. Your mother went to school in Copenhagen, I went to school in Copenhagen, and you are going to school in Copenhagen. It is expected of you. It builds our relations with Denmark and it is a respectable school, you will meet future leaders there and they will respect you more for knowing that you are an educated and hardworking person." Stoic's mind was made and there was no room for change.

With an angry glare and a huff, Hiccup turned his back on his father; bolting from the Great Room and making his way to the 'dungeons'. Years ago, Hiccup's ancestors had needed a dungeon, to keep villains from taking over their Kingdom; life in Berk was much calmer now however and Hiccup had turned the dungeons into his own personal garage. He tore Formula One cars apart, combining them to create newer, faster, better running vehicles. There was something about the sleek lines of the Formula One cars that Hiccup couldn't resists, the speed, the smooth lines, the power that he was in control of when behind the wheel.

"Uhhhggggg! Why can't he just listen to me?" Hiccup kicked his right foot at the wall, relishing a little in the pain and his anger. "I can't be expected to follow in his footsteps exactly! I have dreams and he's just holding me back from happiness." Hiccup kicked the wall again, this time with his left food and heard the faint sound of a spring bouncing behind him.

"Now, now Hiccup. What did that wall ever do to you? And why are you treating my fine craftsmanship with such disrespect?" Gobber, one of Hiccup's favourite servants of the castle, made his way into the dungeon, not asking for permission to enter Hiccup's private room because of their close relationship.

"Hey Gobber- I'm sorry. It's just- Dad. You know how much we've been disagreeing lately and we just had yet another argument and he still isn't even considering letting me go to Finland to race." Hiccup sighed dramatically, limping to the chair closest to him to let Gobber take a look at his prosthetic.

"Aye, Hiccup, I know that you must be frustrated with your father but he's just so focused on making you a great leader that he isn't considering any other options." Gobber took a small screwdriver out of his shirt pocket and a spring out of another and began fixing Hiccup's left ankle. "Have you taken my advice and tried to work out a compromise with him?"

"Well, I mean, I didn't even get the chance- he just started in on me about school the second that I walked into the great room," Hiccup wiggled in his seat; uncomfortable at the look he was receiving from Gobber.

"Hiccup, my boy, that's no excuse. How long did you talk to him before you stormed down here?" Gobber shook his head, looking up at Hiccup briefly before continuing his work.

"Gobber- why do you always have to be right?" Hiccup huffed with indignation. "I just feel like, since mom died, and all this happened with my leg, he's pushed me away. He doesn't ask how I'm making out or how I'm feeling, it's always 'I went to school and you'll go to school and I don't care how much you want to be happy, I just want to smother you'. Aren't parents supposed to want their kids to be happy?" Sometimes Hiccup wanted to say that he understood his father, but he couldn't understand why he wouldn't want his son to be happy. Wasn't that a parents point in life? To make sure that their child was happy and healthy?

"Fear is a powerful emotion, son." Hiccup jumped about a foot in the air, luckily Gobber had just finished reassembling his broken prosthetic and had stepped away. Neither Hiccup nor Gobber had heard Stoic making his way down the stone steps into the dungeon.

"Dad- I- uhm," Hiccup was at a loss for words. His heart was in his throat and he felt terrible for the things he had been saying.

"No, Hiccup, I'm sorry, son. I never wanted you to feel as if I didn't want you to be happy." Stoic approached his son slowly, putting in arm around his shoulders and pulling Hiccup to his chest. "I'm just so afraid of losing you like I lost your mother. I've already lost a piece of you and I feel so afraid whenever you talk about going to Finland instead of Denmark. Denmark is so much smaller and safer, and I do want you to go to school so that you can take over for me eventually."

"But dad, I'm a grown man now, I'm eighteen years old and I would really rather not spend my entire life in Norway." Hiccup backed away from his father. "I know that you're scared for me after the hunting accident but life is all about taking chances and you're not letting me take any."

Stoic nodded his head in agreement, he knew where Hiccup was coming from, he knew how frustrated his must be to have all his hopes and dreams refused but Stoic couldn't live with himself if something happened to Hiccup while he was in Finland. Hiccup could tell that his dad was trying to understand where Hiccup was coming from but there was still a part of Stoic that wouldn't budge. Hiccup sighed and looked to Gobber for help, for advice. Gobber opened and closed his mouth a few times, not wanting to anger his king with his opinion.

"Go on Gobber, maybe any outside opinion will help us solve our problem." Stoic nodded towards the servant who had helped put his son back together after the accident. His opinion was valued above most for his four and a half years of service.

"Well, sir, you could always compromise. Maybe Hiccup could go to school in Copenhagen," Gobber ignored the glare from Hiccup, "and he could take his summers to race. If you're smart, Hiccup, you could ace all your classes and use your free time to work on the car, when there are qualification runs, you could just fly out for the weekend. It's not as if we couldn't haul the car out during the week before and you could meet the team wherever your race is taking place."

Hiccup nodded enthusiastically to that idea, he knew it would be a lot of work trying to get ready for races and keeping up with school but it really seemed like his best option if he wanted to continue with his Formula One racing.

Gobber and Hiccup both looked to Stoic, praying and hoping that Odin would smile down on them and Stoic would agree to letting Hiccup at least race while he was at school.

"I'm sorry Hiccup, I know how much you love to race," Stoic shook his head, looking away from his son, shame in his eyes. "I'll agree to this, but only so long as you take at least two guardsmen with you, I won't settle for anything less. They'll enroll in the same classes and go to races with you but other than that I promise that they'll keep their distance."

Hiccup held out his hand to his father, "You have a deal, dad!"