Dragon Music Tales
Proud of Your Boy
Summary: Post-HTTYD
A restless Hiccup sneaks out of his house on the night before the Final Trial of Dragon Training that will decide who will face the Monstrous Nightmare. Thoughts of his mother flood his head as he wondered what life would be like if she was still there with him.
Hiccup looked at the helmet that his father gave him hanging by his bedside. He said it was made from his mother's armor. He ran two of his fingers over the top of it. He then grabbed one of the horns and pulled it closer to him. He missed her.
True, Hiccup didn't remember much of his mother, for his father rarely talked about her. It was too heartbreaking for him. But, the only thing he ever got out of him about her was that he reminded him of her too much. That Hiccup was like the spitting image of her.
Since he still couldn't sleep, Hiccup got off his bed, and tiptoed out of the house, not bothering to wake up Ragnar and Cosette. Usually, he would bring them along with him when one or none of them could sleep, but, he wanted them to get some sleep. Tomorrow is the exam where they will decide the winner of who gets to fight the Monstrous Nightmare. And, they were stressed enough.
Hiccup walked through the forest to their cliffside, his helmet in his hands. He watched the waves crash against the sides of the cliff, and listening to the almost silence. He then glanced at the helmet, wondering what would his mother do or say if she was here. Would she be disappointed in him? Or would she not?
Hiccup: Proud of your boy
I'll make you proud of your boy.
Believe me, bad as I have been, Mom,
You're in for a pleasant surprise.
His mind wandered to the times where he, Ragnar, and Cosette would almost destroy the village just trying to prove themselves. Usually, it was just him, but the other two would always support him, no matter how crazy his ideas seem.
I've wasted time,
I've wasted me,
So, say I'm slow for my age,
A late bloomer, okay, I agree.
Hiccup looked at his reflection in the helmet. He remembered how badly he was teased and bullied because he still wasn't buff and muscled like the other boys his age. True, Ragnar was just about as thin as him, but he could lift up a sword and he can't. Also, he was still what older Vikings would say, "boyish".
That I've been a rotten kid,
Some son, some pride and some joy,
But, I'll get over these lousing up,
Messing up, screwing up times.
A grimace grew on his face when he heard the complaints that every Viking would throw at his father about him. That he wasn't a son of a mighty Chief. That he didn't deserve to be his heir, let alone a son. Well, it was him or Snotlout, and that dim-witted cousin of his can't get his brain out of the clouds to even begin thinking about anything. At least, he would grow up. But Snotlout? That didn't seem likely.
You see, Mom, now comes the better part,
Someone's gonna make good.
Cross his stupid heart, make good,
And finally make you proud of your boy.
Maybe he was right. Getting along with the dragons could be the key to finally having peace. If the others could just listen and not be so hard-headed. Even a dragon could understand him better that his own father ever did. And Ragnar and Cosette felt the same about their dragons.
Tell me that I've been a louse and loafer,
You won't get a fight here, no ma'am,
Say I'm a gold brick, a goof-off, no good,
But that can't be all that I am.
Hiccup then looked at the starry sky with determined eyes. He can show everyone that he is the son of a Chief. Maybe not the expected burly Viking they wish he could be, but he could be the one who can change everything for the better. He then looked down at the waves, then at his helmet. Thoughts of both of his parents flooded his mind.
Water flows under the bridge.
Let it pass, let it go.
There should be no good reason that you should believe me,
Not yet, I know.
But, someday and soon,
I'll make you proud of your boy.
Though I can't make myself taller,
Or smarter or handsome or wise,
I'll do my best. What else can I do?
Since I wasn't born perfect like Dad or you,
Mom, I will try to,
Try hard to make you
Proud of your boy.
With a content smile on his face, Hiccup finally snuck his way back to his house. Hopefully, things won't be too bad during the last trial. Even though there was a big chance it would turn for the worse, he would have his foster brother, his human best friend, and their dragons to support him.
A/N: First post of the New Year!
The song I used is called, "Proud of Your Boy", from the Aladdin Broadway show. I have my thanks to give to a Guest reviewer. But, I decided to just focus on Hiccup because I thought he would fit this song better. Snotlout, I know, also tries to prove himself to his father, but Spitelout isn't really a good father figure in my opinion. I don't own the song in any way.
Don't forget to leave a review and please leave some song suggestions for future chapters, even though I have a lot of ideas. But, I want to give you guys a break from My Little Pony. I hope y'all have a Happy New Year! I hope I can hurry up and just post the first chapter of My Version of Riders of Berk.
Got to fly! ;)