Here is the punch in the face happy ending, wait ending? How about sweet begining? Maybe. I'm winging this! Lets see how many chapters I can make!

**::NO WARNING NEEDED::**

*(Hiccup's P.O.V.)*


*SPLASH*

A Yelp echoed the room as Hiccup fell to the floor. He glanced around his room. Wait! He was in his room? Shouldn't he be at the floor of the ocean? Shouldn't he be dead? Maybe he really truly lost his mind. He shook his head and looked himself over.

He was sweaty and out of breath. He was in his gown and.. WHAT? He snapped his eyes to his gown. No rip. No blood. How could this be? Hadn't his father ..ruined.. his gown? Hicuup was confused and his was starting to pound. Suddenly he heard something. Something coming from his fathers room.

Getting up from his fallen place upon the floor, Hiccup made his way to his fathers room. Standing just outside the door, the small boy put his ear to the door. Snoring could easily be heard comming from the room. Hiccup stepped back shocked. "What?" was become the number one word of the day for the boy. Taking a deep breath, Hiccup pushed the door open quietly. Eyes wide, he stared at his father sleeping in his bed.

Confused Hiccup walked up to the bed and shook the sleeping mans arm. Stoick slowly woke and placed his tired eyes upon his son. "Hiccup, what in Thor are you doing? Can't you see I was sleep! What could be so wrong that you just HAD to wake me?" Stoick stopped short with his angry tone as he noticed the look on his sons face.

He was tired and breathing hard. His small body was shaking. Badly. Reaching out a hand, Stoick intended to check his sons tempature, but Hiccup flinched away from his touch. The boy may have possibly been scared of his father, but that only seem to be when he would scold his child. He sat up with worry ached into his face.

"Hiccup. Son. What's the matter? What's gotten you so..startled?" He watch his son. He was looking around the room nervously. He clearly had something eating away at him, but he had yet to tell Stoick why. Clearly there was seriously something wrong. Anytime Hiccup wasn't talking your ear off should cause you to worry.

"I just...I had..a..nightmare. I think. I mean. It felt like it was so real. What you did.. What I did." Hiccup was stuttering and his shaking had gotten worse. The more he remembered the nightmare the more he wanted to cry. He felt disgusting for having such a dream about his own father and thinking it was real. He was probably the worse son in all of Berk.

Stoick watched his son attempt to explain his "nightmare." He shook his head. He was so small. Fragile. He looked so much like his mother, Valhallarama. That faced that wasn't his sons at times. That face that was his wifes. Stoick felt an ache in his heart. Without warning the large man took hold of his sons hand and pulled him into a soft and warm embrace.

Hiccup jolted at the sudden embrace. Instead of pulling away Hiccup melted into it. Adoring the rare kindness his father would show him. Though the images of his nightmare began pooling in his mind, the boy wield them away and snuggle into his fathers rather large arms and calmed himself.

"...dad..." His voice was small. He was scaried, but he pushed his words out. "Dad, do you think...that maybe...I mean.." His father interrupted him with soft words, not wanting to startle the boy any futher. "What is it Hiccup? What do you need? You know it's late and I know you had a bad dream, but you need to rest. You won't be any help to Gobber tomorrow if you can't even stay awake." He pulled away from the hug he started to look his boy in the eye.

Hiccup took another deep breath. "CanIsleepwithyoutonightplease!" He spoke rather too fast and in just one breath. His father stared at him with wides eyes and very unsure of what his son had just asked. "What?" They both laughed. "I said, can i sleep with you tonight." After repeating this in a much more understandable voice, Hiccup began staring at the floor like it was the greatest thing he had ever seen.

Stoick chuckled at the boy again. No matter how old he got he still acted as if he was four. getting overly worked up over a simple nightmare. They were vikings! They hunted and killed dragons for crying out loud! Hiccup was fourteen now and was stilling wanting to sleep in his fathers bed. The large man was about to tell his boy to be a man and head back to bed, but when he looked in to emarld eyes he stopped.

Hiccup looked to be a step away from crying. Stoick thought about how he had seen the boy when he first had awaken him. Though he said it was a nightmare, it must have really terrified the child.

"Alright, but only for the niiiiggghhtttt!" Stoick scretched the last word as Hiccup suddenly latched his arms around his fathers neck and curled into his lap upon the bed. Stoick sighed quietly as a thought, 'Just like his mother.' Picking the boy from his lap he gently tossed him to the left side of his bed. Before Hiccup could say aword, Stoick had tossed his furs over them both and was settling back down for bed.

When Hiccup snuggled onto his side, Stoick let out another quiet laugh and the thought passed his mind again, 'Just like his mother.'


*What a Twist! Lmao. Dunnn Dunn Dun. It was all a nightmare! Hiccup is slightly confused why he had such an intense and sexual dream about his own father. Maybe its just teenage hormones? Maybe too much time watching dragons and vikings kill each other? But most importantly, Will this bond become something more? Something Beautiful? Find out next time in Chapter 8. ;D **::(PLEASE REVIEW)::**