2) Hiccup took after his Mother, especially when it came to dragons.

.o.o.o.

It had been obvious since he was young. Some might say it was due to his small size, his inability to wield a weapon, that held him back from training to kill the monsters that attacked their home.

But Stoick recognized the same tender wonder that had so enthralled him with Valka. Both wife and son saw the world differently. Thinking in different patterns than the other vikings, always finding new angles.

.o.

Valka had always claimed that fighting dragons wasn't the answer, and she'd been able to fend them off many times without killing them. Just as Hiccup was doing now.

.o.

Stoick watched in dismay as the boy dropped his knife and shield to either side, holding out his hands toward the monstrous nightmare. His young voice rang out with the same naive hope and confidence her's had. "We don't have to kill them!"

.o.

She had been taken for that sentiment. He had lost her to it.

It would not happen again!

Stoick lept to his feet with a roar, "Stop the fight!"

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