This story came from a joke with my sister. In a disney store, she asked me how some wand thing worked. I took it, waked it on her shoulder and the light in it came on. then I said, in a scottish accent, "Next, we do the sword". Then this happened.
Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train your Dragon
Hiccup has always been small. Though he denied it when he was very little, he came to terms with it later on, when he turned just pretty little.
Sometimes he wished his father could come to terms with it too.
He was seven and it had only been a few weeks since he'd started working at the forge when Stoick took Hiccup in the back yard for a bit of combat training.
"But dad, I can't lift anything!" Hiccup complained. He'd much rather be out in the forest, drawing what he saw or even in the forge, being taught how to build weapons the hard way —Gobber doesn't know that some things shouldn't be learned on the job.
"Oh don't talk like that son! Those muscles of yours are only hiding, no doubt that working in the forge brought them out a bit" Stoick said.
Hiccup looked down at himself, even tried flexing an arm, but he didn't see anything different from before he started working at the forge... Except maybe a scar or two.
Before Hiccup could talk back, his father tossed him a shield which made him fall to the ground, the shield on top of him.
"First we do the shield!" Stoick said, enthusiastically. "You're holding it wrong"
"I fell!"
"Well get up then!" Stoick went over to Hiccup. He pulled him up and placed the shield on Hiccup's arm.
Hiccup tried to keep the shield up, but as soon as Stoick turned his back, the shield fell to the ground. Hiccup was only keeping it up right, but on the ground. Stoick took no notice of this.
"Ready son?" He asked.
"Ready for wha-"
"RRAAAAUUUGH!"
Hiccup was cut off by his father's battle cry and he saw him approaching fast with his hammer in the air. "Gah!" Hiccup ducked under his shield just in time for Stoick's hammer to collide with it.
The force of the impact sent Hiccup and the shield flying. Hiccup landed a few feet back and the shield fell on top of him. "Ow!"
"See? You were holding it wrong again!" Stoick called.
"I can't keep it up! It's too heavy" Hiccup tried to get this through his father's thick skull.
"Nonsense! Come on, let's try again!" Stoick encouraged.
"NO!" The lanky viking objected, struggling to get out from under the shield.
"Alright then" Stoick said, taking the shield off of Hiccup with ease.
Hiccup sighed in relief. Maybe his father finally understood after all!
Hiccup got up then got the air knocked out of him and fell again as Stoick tossed him something else. Hiccup's eye's widened in shock as he saw a huge battle axe on his stomach. 'How does he think I'll be able to lift this!? With a pulley system?'
He looked up at his father who was holding his own axe and had a big smile on his face.
"Get up son; after this, we'll do the sword!"
Young Hiccup scrambled out from under the axe and ran for his life into the forest.
I hoped this story made you smile!
please R&R and all that Jazz
~RoxyJaws~
