I don't own HTTYD
This story has two versions, this one and another that I'll put in chapter two. This one is angsty and sad, pretty much the only thing I can write short, I prefer the second one, but here is the first installment of Daddy Gobber.
"Gobber?" the boy came into the forge, leaning against one of the workbenches.
"What can I do for you Hiccup?" I asked, looking up from the newest plans I had been working on.
"Will you tell me about my mom?" he asked, picking up a stick of charcoal and drawing on a spare piece of paper.
My heart gave a twinge, not sure I would be able to tell him, or tell him what Stoic had said I could. "Why didn't you ask your dad?" I asked, rolling up the plans and setting them aside.
"He wouldn't tell me anything. I figured you could tell me as much as he could," Hiccup said with a shrug. "Please?"
"I'm sorry Hiccup," I said, "If you're dad won't tell you anything, then it's not my place."
"But Gobber!" Hiccup whined, putting down the charcoal.
"No buts Hiccup. Do ya want to help me with some stuff?" I asked, holding up a few blueprints.
"Yeah!" Hiccup said running around the bench to help.
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"Stoic, ya either tell the boy more about Valhallarama, or you tell him the truth." No one else would dare talk to Stoic that way, he would flay them alive.
"Gobber," Stoic said, sighing in exasperation. "You know I can't tell him."
"Well either you tell him Stoic, or I'm not going to talk to you, for the rest of both of our lives," I said, giving him a look that told him that I meant business.
"Gobber, please," Stoic begged, "You know why I can't tell him. But..."
"No buts Stoic," I said fiercely, "He needs to know."
"He can never know," Stoic said sadly.
"You've made your choice then," I said standing, "Good bye Stoic."
Stoic didn't move from the table, his head in his hands. "Good bye Gobber."