It just occurred to me that I forgot to add the disclaimer last two chapters. So here it is:

I do NOT own any rights to the How to train your Dragon series, no money is being made off this story, it is for pure entertainment purposes only so please don't sue.

That being said, on with chapter 2.

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-Chapter 2-

Hours had passed and Gobber had left a short while ago to rest for the night. Stoick had assured him that he would be okay and would see him some time tomorrow. Stoick sighed and wiped his eyes, red and raw from crying. Feeling all of his years and then some he rose up off Hiccup's bed and decided it was time to go and sleep in his. It was late and he still had a village to look after, son or no son, his village needed him to be the strong chief he always was. Heavy footsteps led him to his own room and he stepped inside. He slowly go ready for bed, he sat down pulling back the furs and glanced over at his bedside table. That's when she saw it. A not addressed to him in a familiar mess scrawl. He gently picked up the paper and opened it.

Dad,
By now you will have noticed that I'm long gone from Berk. You might be wondering why I left, or the more likely case, you won't even care.
('Oh hiccup. I do care son.') In face, I'm almost 100% sure you must be feeling completely relieved I'm gone. No more need to worry about Hiccup the Useless destroying the village or getting in the way during raids (Stoick closes his eyes as another wave of grief and guilt slam over him) But even so I still hat to write this letter to you so that you would know exactly why I left. Hopefully by the end of this letter you will understand why I did what I did, why I made the choices that I made, and why I chose to leave everything I've ever known behind. I want you to understand that this was not a choice I made lightly and it was not something I decided spur of the moment. It was something I'd be thinking about for a long time. Ever since I met 'him' ('him? Who is him?') Berk, while far from a happy place for me, was always my home and it will be greatly missed. YOU will be greatly missed as well dad.(Stoick's eyes teared up but he forces them back and won't let himself cry) I know we've never seen eye to eye on…anything really, but I've always looked up to you, always wanted to be like you. The great 'Stoick the vast' Feared and respected by many. I was always proud to be your son, even if you weren't proud to call me son. My dad the vest Viking in the world!(Stoick felt a bit of pride fill him at the thought of just how much his son looked up to him, but also felt ashamed of himself because what Hiccup said about himself was true. He often did feel ashamed of have Hiccup as a son.) That's why I tried so hard to impress you, even though all my attempts ended in disaster, all I ever wanted was to be like you. To be the son you'd be proud to call your own. To be a worthy heir to the chief of Berk. But…I know now that, that's never going to happen, I'm not now, nor will I ever be a Viking. I won't kill dragons. I won't make you proud. I won't be a good chief. I won't ever be the son you've always dreamed of having.("Oh Hiccup. Son") SO I left. It killed me to do this, but it's what had to be done. It's what was best for Berk, for you, and most importantly it's what was best for me. You know dad, it's weird to know that for once in my life I'm not trying to do something for the sake of someone else. Yes my leaving happens to benefit you and the village, and yes leaving was hard for me, but at the end of it all I know that this was the best choice to make if I wanted to be happy. This choice is one that in the end will lead me to my own happiness. By leaving the village I don't have to worry about disappoint you or the other villagers. There's no pressure of trying to live up to anyone else's expectations. I don't have to worry about being bullied and beaten by the other teens or being ridiculed and looked down on by the other adults in the village, and most importantly I don't have to worry about you. I (Stoick was not as surprised by this statement as he felt he should have been. He knew he was hard on Hiccup, more than he should have been if he was being honest with himself) I don't have to worry about your disappointed scowls, your public ridicule of my, of constantly knowing that I will never be the son you wanted. The truth is dad, I could live with the daily beatings from the other teens and the insults from the other adults, but what hurt me more than anything else, was you.(Stoick's heart broke.) Your silence when you ignored me, your constant disappointed looks, and your words when you did bother to speak to me about how I was never good enough, never would be good enough. The thought of everyday my very existence was a constant cloud of shame and embarrassment hanging over you. I noticed how some days, after a particularly bad attempt at trying to impress you, you would try and hide your face from the public out of shear embarrassment of having me for a son.

It seems contradictory doesn't it? That after how you treated me that I could still say I love and you will miss you. After all I should have no reason to shouldn't i? But no matter how things got between us you are my father. You raised me after mom died. You taught me to walk and talk, and read and write. You taught me how to fish when I was little, even if I would spend most of the trips hunting for the trolls Gobber told me about (Stoick chuckled at the memory. Even if it was annoying at the time it was happening) Before we started really drifting apart you took care of me and loved me and I won't ever forget that, even if your feelings now have changed. Mine haven't, that's why I tried so hard to win back your approval and affection, but….i can't do that anymore dad. I have to start living my life for me and no one else. I have to start doing what makes ME happy, because I will never be able to make YOU happy, and even if I could. I don't think it would be worth it anymore if the only way I can get your approval is by being something I'm not.

I told you I was going to tell you why I left, and when I do you probably won't even finish this letter. You will probably disown me, and brand me a traitor and an outcast, and while I hope you don't I will understand if you do. Thought please give me a chance to explain:

During the last raid, when I told you I shot down a Nightfury I was telling the truth. When you, once again, refused to listen to me I went hunting for the dragon myself. I wanted to prove to you and the village that I was a true Viking. Well I did find the dragon. He was wrapped up tightly in the bola and couldn't escape. I was ecstatic when I found him. I thought for sure that all my problems would be solved. I would cut out his heart and bring it to and for once in my life you would actually be proud of me. You would no longer be ashamed to call me your son and my life from then on would be perfect…..That's what I initially thought anyways(Stoick was confused. He wondered where Hiccup was going with this and was hoping and praying he was not going to do what he suspected he was going to do) When I pulled out my knife to kill him he looked at me. He looked me right in the eye, and do you know what I saw? Fear. I saw fear in his eyes as he stared at me holding the knife over him, and telling him how I was going to kill him. And then I saw acceptance. Acceptance that he was going to die by my hand and there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't fight, or run, or anything. He had no choice but to accept his fate.

Sound familiar? It's me. I looked at him and I saw myself in his eyes. I saw that he was just as frightened as I was. So…I let him go. ("WHAT?! HICCUP YOU IDIOT WHAT WERE YOU THINKING YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED BY THAT MONSTER!" It took Stoick several minutes of angry passing and yelling before he finally came back to himself and realized that yelling would do him no good as Hiccup was no longer here. He took several deep breathes and looked at the crumpled up piece of paper in his hands. Should he continue reading? It was clear that his son sided with those devils. 'there has to be more….he said there was more' curiosity won out over his rage, if only for the moment.)But it didn't stop there. Once I let him go he tackled me and pinned me to a large rock. He could have killed me dad, he could have killed me but he DIDN'T. He let me go and ran away. But you know me, once something has peaked my curiosity I can't let it be. I followed him, day after day, week after week. I slowly won his trust and he became my best friend and I named him Toothless ('Toothless? What kind of name for a dragon is Toothless?') He's also why I left. I knew that as long as we stayed on Berk that sooner or later someone would find him and he would be killed. I couldn't let that happen. Toothless was/is my first real friend. He's the only that has ever accepted me for me and has never tried to or wanted to change me. So that's why I had to leave. To protect him…from you.

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Whew. This chapter believe it or not was one of the harder ones for me to write. Ive rewritten and rewritten and rewritten Hiccup's letter to Stoick and ive never felt that it turned out quite write. As a matter of fact I rewrote it AGAIN as I was typing it up. It's a lot different than how if first started out, and I can say at least that I am happy with how this version turned out.

Let me know what you guys think. Good, bad, needs some work? Let me know how you really feel, as long as your giving me constructive criticism on you think I can improve and not just blantaly bashing my story than im welcome to all reviews.