This is just a little one-shot I decided to do. All of a sudden the idea just hit me, and now voila! This happened!
Disclaimer-I don't own HTTYD
There was a period of time in Hiccup's life when he stopped speaking. No words, no sound, he was just quiet. When he had been mocked and scorned at by his village, he'd learned that talking would only result in a downpour of more insults. At first he tried to be friendly, flashing a shy smile anytime someone passed by, but it was never returned. Then he tried to start a conversation, but it would always end up with a command to go away. The attempts to gain a friend were useless, and from what he had been told, just like him. His urge for a companion, someone to talk to, soon became longing, then wishing, then desperation, and finally he just stopped. Stopped wanting, stopped needing, stopped talking. Nobody knew why the young Viking didn't talk anymore, but they didn't care enough to ask. But he knew. He didn't talk because there was nothing to say. He didn't talk because nobody would listen. He didn't talk because nobody cared about what he was speaking. So eventually,
He just stayed silent.