When the young vikings arrived at the Dragon Academy, followed by Gobber, they were surprised at the scene infront of them.
Hiccup was sitting in the middle of the arena with Toothless sleeping beside him. He was hunched over as he examined the Book of Dragons that rested on his lap, currently reading about Whispering Deaths. What surprised them was not that, but the fact that he was using his knife as a toothpic like it was nothing. They never seen his do this before -other than Gobber that is- and just stared at him until he finally noticed them.
"Oh, hey guys."
"I see yer doin' it again, lad." Gobber said with a chuckle.
"Huh?"
"Yer using the knife again."
"Oh. That. I'm just trying to get a piece of meat that's stuck between my teeth." Hiccup went back to his task of freeing the piece of meat, then looked at his friends still staring at him. "What?"
Astrid blinked and answered. "We just never saw you use your knife as a toothpic before. It's usually only Gobber who does that."
"Oh. Oooooooh. Alright. I should probably explain." Hiccup chuckled, putting his knife away and gently petting Toothless as the dagon woke up. "Because I worked with Gobber since I was about 6, his habbit kind of rubbed off on me. It didn't help that my dad does it sometime. So usually when I'm by myself or around them I just let my habbits take over."
"Aye, it's true. The lad would copy anything me and Stoick did, especially if it involved a knife. I remember one time when he was five, the lad was bored so he-"
"Gobber!" Hiccup whined a little. "You promised not to tell anyone about that."
A/N: Yeeeaaaahhhh. Cruddy one, yes? I wanted to write a short one with Hiccup's weid habbit. Sorry if it sucks. Tell me what you want to read for the next chapter and I might as well do it. REVIEW!