I do not own any of HTTYD, Frozen, or Frozen Fever.

I love Frozen and this short film just felt perfect for them making it up to Hiccup just like Anna.

It took me longer then I thought it would to finish, but I am very pleased with how it turned out ;)


"More to the left… Too much, little more to the right… I said a little more!" Stoick yelled to Snotlout as the boy adjusted the portrait of the chief and his son.

"Would you relax, it looks fine," Gobber walked up to his old friend, patting him on the shoulder, admiring the painting as well.

"I know, I-I just want it to be perfect," Stoick sighed, signally his nephew he was done. It was Hiccup's 16th birthday. His first birthday since he brought peace between Berk and the dragons. And after so many years of small birthday parties or him even forgetting all together, the chief was determined to do everything and anything to make Hiccup's birthday perfect this year.

"Banners' up chief!" Astrid called over. Stoick and Gobber both turn around to see several sheets of parchment all strung up together high up near the Great Hall's back wall, spelling out 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY HICCUP' in a verity of different colored paints. Astrid mounted on Stormfly's back on one end of the banner, Fishlegs and Meatlug on the other end, both dragon's hovering to help their rider's up to hang it. Stoick wanted to say it wasn't good enough for the occasion, but this party wasn't just about him making up for missing out on Hiccup's special day for so many years. The other riders insisted on helping plan and set up the Great Hall for the big surprise party they're throwing him. So he would let them do their part.

"Thank ya kids. I think that's everything. Now are you sure I can leave you lot in charge here?" Stoick asked, walking around the well decorated Great Hall, looking over every inch to make sure it's all perfect; rubbing his nose with a quick sniffle as he adjusted a bench by a long table of delicious looking Viking foods.

"Of course," Astrid assured as she dismounted her Nadder.

"Positive," Fishlegs said, also dismounting his landed dragon.

"Absolutely," Snotlout said, walking over, his dragon, Hookfang right behind him.

Stoick heard them, but didn't lift his eyes from the bench. But when he did raise his head, he saw the twins fighting, as usual, but what really got his attention next was their two-headed dragon close by, a little too close to the delectable center piece of his son's party.

"Get your dragon away from that cake!" Stoick roared to the twins. Ruffnut and Tuffnut paused in their slap fight, looked to the chief real quick before looking to their dragon. And sure enough, Barf and Belch were sniffing at the creamy, six-layered, specially made, birthday cake. The two sprang into action. Even they knew how important it was that everything goes smoothly today. For how they treated Hiccup in the past, they all wanted to make sure he had the best day today too. Ruff and Tuff got in between their dragon and the cake, getting him to back away and leave it be.

"Sorry chief, but it is a buttercream, loganberry cake," Tuffnut apologized as soon as he and his sister got their Zippleback to the other side of the room.

"And you know how much most dragons just love loganberries," Ruffnut added. They were right, for once. Loganberries were secondary to dragon nip for just about every common dragon species on Berk; from Terrible Terrors to the Night Fury. But unlike dragon nip, loganberries didn't make them calm and lazy, they enjoyed them for the same reason as Vikings; because they're sweet and delicious. The only problem was that dragons don't always have the same self-control as Vikings do. Even the trained ones.

"Aye, I am. And I am also aware of how much Hiccup loves loganberries as well," Stoick lectured, towering over all five teens. "So nothing better happen to that cake," Stoick pointed over to the cake to emphasize his point, but upon looking back over, they see the other three dragons sniffing around the cake. Stoick races over, shouting at them to back off. "That's it! No dragons are allowed in here until it's time!" he ordered the teens as soon as they were all clear of the cake. The young Vikings nodded in understanding and ushered their dragons to wait outside the Great Hall for the time being. Upon looking outside through the giant open doors of the Great Hall, Stoick saw the sun had just finished rising completely past the horizon. It was time. "Oh, it's time!"

"But we just put our dragons out," Snotlout whined as they walked back inside.

"He doesn't mean for the party," Astrid said annoyed, whacking him upside his helmet.

"I have to go get Hiccup. Are you sure you lot got this?" Stoick asked making his way backwards towards the door.

"You betcha chief. You two take your time and have fun," Gobber assured, giving his old friend a thumbs up.

"Don't let anyone else in here before we're ready. Viking or dragon."

"We won't," said Astrid.

"And don't touch anything," Stoick warned, his hand on the door handle.

"We're just gonna stand here," said Fishlegs.

"I'm not," Snotlout protested, starting to walk around the Hall.

"And keep an eye on that cake!" Stoick shouted finally before disappearing behind the door, making his way down the stone stairs and towards his home just down the hill, unaware he did not close the doors completely, leaving them a foot or two apart.

"He thinks we're all muttonheads," Ruffnut muttered in a sing-song voice to her brother beside her.

"Which clearly we are not," Tuffnut responded, the both of them starting to walk away to go sit down.

"Well, most of us aren't," Astrid commented, not caring if they heard her or not.


Inside the Haddock house, Hiccup is still fast asleep in his bed. His beloved best friend, Toothless asleep as well. Along with four Terrible Terror snoozing in one pile on their roof, just outside Hiccup's window above his bed.

Stoick climbs the stairs and enters the loft as quietly as possible. Placing something on the floor by the stairs before walking further in. Hiccup did not wake, but Toothless, being more sensitive to sound, did. Stoick gesture for him to be quiet. Toothless knew the man meant no harm to him or his boy, so remained quiet, but curiously watched from his stone slab bed to see what the large Viking would do.

Stoick crept up to the side of his son's bed, trying to contain his excitement for the day to come.

"Hiccup, awaky-awaky," the chief whispered, giving the birthday boy's arm a small nudge. But Hiccup only stirred in his sleep. His built excitement and his Viking lack of patients combined getting the better of him, then shouted, "Happy Birthday Son!" Hiccup woke with a shriek, flopping off the opposite side of his bed and onto the floor. Stoick quickly moved around the bed to help his son up. "Sorry about that son. I'm just so excited for today," Stoick apologized with a good-natured chuckle. Hiccup dusted himself off after he was back on his feet; well, foot and prosthetic, before looking confused.

"Today?" Hiccup asked, rubbing his head as he stood, thinking for a moment before remembering what his father shouted to get him out of bed. "It… it's my birthday."

"Well of course it's your birthday," Stoick gave a hardy laugh. Hiccup looked at his father bewildered for a moment before turning his eyes away, his expression changing to slightly troubled or confused. Stoick paused, noticing this and his face fell somewhat. "What is it son?"

Hiccup snapped his head back to his father before answering.

"No, it's nothing dad. You just… I mean…" Hiccup struggled to fine the right words to say what he meant, but he didn't have to. Stoick hadn't said anything about Hiccup's birthday the whole time he had been planning it. He wanted every little bit of today to be a surprise until the last minute, so of course Hiccup would be confused at first, especially considering his father hadn't done anything truly memorable for his birthday since he turned six.

Stoick stooped down to be at face level with his son, placing his large hands gently on the teen's shoulders. Hiccup looked straight ahead, seeing the apologetic look in his father's eyes.

"Hiccup, I know I haven't been there for you the last several years, even on your birthday of all days. But that's why today, I'm promising you as the chief of Berk and your father, that today is going to be perfect," Stoick smiled warmly at his son, encouraging him that today will be great. "So, what do ya say?" Hiccup thought for a moment, but eventually gave his father a smile back with a gentle nod of his head. Stoick's smile only grew at the gesture. The chief took his hands back and walked back to the stairs, stopping at the entrance to the loft, leaned down and picked something off the floor before turning back around, holding out a sit of new saddle bags. "You'll be needing these." Hiccup's smile also grew as he dashed across the room, taking the saddle bags from his father, happily looking over them quickly; admiring the fine leather, well stitched seems, and Strike Class symbol printed on the front flap of both.

Stoick:

You've never had a proper birthday before,

Only wee little get-togethers, but not anymore.

(Hiccup looks happily to his father for a second before rushing over to Toothless. Toothless gets up upon seeing his boy so excited and knowing what he'll do with the new saddle bags. Hiccup starts attaching the bags to his best friend's saddle, his back to the window. Stoick walks over to them, looking down with full attention on his son as he works.)

That's why I'm here way too late, to help you celebrate, and make your birthday great, if I may…

"Aa-choo!" Stoick gives a mighty sneeze, making Hiccup and Toothless only flinch, but greatly startling the nearby napping Terrors. When they are wide awake, they see the slightly open doors of the Great Hall and fly in that direction. This goes unnoticed by the three inside.

Stoick sniffles as Hiccup finishes putting the new saddle bags on Toothless. Hiccup rises back up fully and turns to his dad.

Hiccup:

Ya know Dad, I'm thinkin' ya might have a cold…

"I don't get colds son. Besides… a cold never bothered me anyway." Stoick reassured his son before walking back towards the stairs, but Hiccup did not looked convinced. Stoick stooped down to pick something else off the floor by the stairs. After he had it, the chief turned back to his son with the end of a red string of yarn leading down the stairs, in between his thick thumb and index fingers. "Just follow the string," he said happily, gesturing down the stairs.

Hiccup and Toothless both look at each other for a moment, but Hiccup shrugs with a smile and goes to his father, taking the string from him, following it down the stairs, Toothless following after him, and Stoick just a step or two in front of them as he sings.

Stoick:

I've got big plans, I've got surprises for today.

Nothing but nothing's gonna get in our way.

(Hiccup follows the string to a hook on the wall of the front room down stairs, hanging from the hook is a simple but beautiful metal pendent of an emerald green dragon eye, on a necklace rope. Hiccup gasps in awe at its beauty as Stoick takes it off the hook and places it over his son's head and around his neck.)

(Inside the Great Hall; Gobber is lazily blowing away on his pan pipes while the other teens are just laying around on the stone floors, when they all see four Terrible Terrors fly above their heads and over tables, knocking a few tankards over, splashing all of them [some more then others] wet.)

I've worked for weeks, planned every rout, trick, and path.

I even convinced Gobber to take a bath.

(Stoick watches as Hiccup follows the string over to the big cabinet in the main room. Hiccup sees the string leads inside the cabinet, and opens the doors to see three neatly stacked books one the main shelf.)

If someone wants to hold me back, I'd like to see them try.

I'm on a birthday plan attack, I'm giving you the sun, the moon, and the sky!

(Stoick opens the front door for Hiccup to follow the string out of the house and down a few stone steps to a bottle with a red squid painted on it. Hiccup picks it up, Toothless right by his side a second later. Stoick makes his way over to them slower as Hiccup packs the books and ink into Toothless' new saddle bags.)

"Aa-choo!" Stoick sneezes again, unknowingly waking a few more Terrible Terrors napping nearby. This group of little dragons also seeing the open Great Hall doors and flying to them.

I'm making today a perfect day for you,

(They're walking by the Ingermen house hold, the string leading to a basket in Mrs. Ingermen's hands. Hiccup takes the basket, already having a good idea of what's inside, and lifts the cloth a bit before taking a big sniff. "Uhhhh, crab cakes," he says dreamily, giving Mrs. Ingermen a grateful wave before following the long red string and his father through the village.)

I'm making today a blast if it's the last thing I do.

(The string leading them to Bucket and Mulch's farm, where the two best friends are standing by a closely huddled flock of sheep. Hiccup is confused before the sheep part and reveal a beautiful portrait of him and Toothless.)

(Hiccup and Stoick are now flying smooth and slow on Toothless' back, lower in the air than usual, through the village. All of Hiccup's gifts stored in the new saddle bags.)

For everything you are to me and all you've been through,

(As they fly by a length of the red string stretched over their heads as they fly, a piece of cloth dangling from the string hits Hiccup in the face, coming off and covering his eyes. But Stoick pulls it off and hands it back to him with a smile. Hiccup smiles too, seeing it's a lovely handkerchief with the Strike Class symbol stitched into one corner and an 'H.H.H.' stitched into another.)

I'm making today a perfect day for you!

"Aa-choo! Aa-choo!" Stoick sneezes again and again as they pass by more houses, each with a fair number of peacefully napping Terrible Terrors, who all instantly wake at the sound of the chief's booming sneezes.

"They come in threes!" Hiccup warns his dad.

"I'm fine. Aa-choo!" Stoick sneezes once more, waking yet another group of Terrible Terrors sleeping of a roof top. The three are still unaware of waking them or them making their way to the Great Hall.

Inside the Great Hall, Gobber and the riders are trying to catch the Terrors that are already in the room. As the other Terrors that just woke up fly through the doors, they spot what was drawing them there in the first place; loganberry cake.

Stoick, Hiccup, and Toothless are back on foot, following the string up to the forge window. A dagger sitting there under the string.

Stoick:

Surprise, surprise! This one especially… Stoick hands Hiccup the newly made dagger in a newly stitched sheath. "Aa-choo!" Stoick sneezes yet again, waking more Terrors on the forge's roof.

Hiccup:

Wow, you've got me reeling, but I'm still concerned for you.

(Hiccup takes the dagger, half-unsheathing it quickly to see how sharp and shiny it is before re-sheathing it and putting it in Toothless' saddle bag and ushering his father to keep walking with him.)

I think it's time you go back home and get some rest.

Hiccup tries to lead his father towards the steps that lead up to their house. Stoick sniffles while wiping his nose with the inside of his wrist before pushing his son back towards where the red string leads next.

Stoick:

We are not stopping 'cause the next one is the bes… Stoick takes the next gift, a hand-sized wood carving of a Night Fury. Hiccup takes it with an astounded smile and turns his back to show Toothless as his father fails to fully complete his sentence. "Aa-choo!" the chief sneezes louder than before, startling more Terrors on the market stand's cover.

Down at the docks, Stoick grabs Hiccup's next gift on the string's path for him, a beautiful fur winter clock, and drapes it around his son's narrow shoulders with a proud smile.

Hiccup:

Dad, you should really go lie down.

Stoick:

No way, we have to paint the town!

(Stoick starts to walk away, further down the dock, Hiccup and Toothless follow. Hiccup turns his head back to his dragon as they walk.)

Hiccup:

Toothless, can he not hear me?

(Stoick doesn't hear his son ask his dragon the question. They stop in front of where Trader Johann's ship is docked, as the trader himself stands in their path with a bottle in his hand.)

Trader Johann:

Are you sick chief? How 'bout a cold remedy I got in trade oversea!

"No thanks," Stoick waves the man off, stepping aside and walking around him.

"We'll take it," Hiccup takes the medicine bottle out of Johann's hand as he passes him, following his father. Toothless following as well.

Back in the village, the red string comes to their next stop, in front of the stone wall in the center of the village, where all the children of Berk are lined up to sing for the chief's son. The chorus lead by Helga Larson; Gustav's mother.

Stoick stands there and listens, occasionally looking down to see his son's smiling face to make sure he is enjoying himself. Which Hiccup obviously is by his smile and head bobbing to the tune. Toothless doing the same on his other side.

Children:

We're making today a perfect day for you.

Helga:

(Making today a special day)

Children:

We're singing a birthday song to make your wishes come true

Helga:

(Wishes come true!)

Children:

We all love you Hiccup.

(Stoick blows his nose before replying, "And I love you too." Looking back down to Hiccup. Hiccup smiles up to his father as the children continue to sing.)

Children:

So we're making today a perfect day (a wonderful day in every way)

Yes, we are making today a perfect day.

Back inside the Great Hall, Gobber and the teens are chasing several dozen Terrible Terrors all over the room. Tring to get them under control and keep them away from the cake.

Gobber chases a few as they fly higher in the air, causing them to hit the banner, making all the letters come flying off the line.

"We can fix it!" the twins yell as they dash to grab all the letter that fell on the floor.

Meanwhile; Astrid, Fishlegs, and Snotlout each grab a basket and stand on opposite sides of the cake, catching any Terrors daring to make a flying dive for the loganberry goodness.

"All fixed!" the twins yell from the other side of the room. Everyone else looks up to see the banner spells something else.

'HAY UP HIPPY CRAB DITCH' it spelled.

"Guys!" Astrid growls annoyed that they did that on purpose. She knew the twins didn't know how to spell most things, but she knew they knew 'Happy Birthday Hiccup.' They knew to protect the cake, but even on a day like this, they couldn't resist just a small joke. But it wouldn't last because the twins knew it had to be right for the party, so they took the letters down and did it again for real.

Back with the chief, the Night Fury, and the birthday boy:

"Come on! Now we climb!" Stoick mumbled somewhat drowsily as they walk through the forest and up a hill, leading to one of the cliffs that half overlooks the sea and still has a good view of the village.

"Dad, that's too much, you need to rest," Hiccup trails after him, trying to get him to ease back, Toothless not far behind, his saddles bags full of Hiccup's presents.

"We need to get to our birthday chills… I mean thrills!" Stoick protests, still drowsy and tippy as he walks.

Stoick:

Make a dream. Making plans.

Go, go, go, go!

(They step out of the trees of the woods, the cliff in view. Standing proudly build by the cliff is one of Hiccup's most famous inventions; A bola-launcher. [the one that he used to shot down Toothless before it got crushed].

Your birthday's funs' just begun, I'm proud to call you my son!

"Dad?" Hiccup questioned, really concerned about his father's well-being.

"What? I'm fine," Stoick reply's with a seemingly drunk wave off as he continues up to the cliff.

We're gonna climb! We're gonna sing!

Follow the string, to the thing!

(Stoick gets to the contraption before Hiccup and Toothless and starts spinning in a silly, celebratory fashion.)

Happy, happy, happy, merry, merry, merry, hot…cold…hot…birthday!

(Stoick's feet twist and he stumbles dangerously close to the cliff's edge. But Toothless is there just in time to stand in between the man and certain death. "Woah, Dad!" Hiccup pulls on his arm to bring him back. Stoick stumbled back and kneels on the ground, Hiccup by his side.)

"Look at you, you've got a fever. You're burning up," Hiccup says, putting a hand to his father's forehead.

Hiccup:

Alright, we can't go on like this. Let's put this day on hold. Come on, admit it to yourself Dad.

Stoick:

Alright… I've got a cold.

Hiccup and Toothless are helping the chief as they walk up the stairs of the Great Hall.

"I'm sorry Hiccup, I just wanted to give you one perfect birthday, but I ruined it… again," Stoick laments, feeling shame that he wasn't living up to his promise.

"You didn't ruin anything Dad, I had so much fun," Hiccup reassured his dad, offering him a smile to show he meant it. He really did enjoy the hunt and gifts. "Let's just get you some hot soup at the Great Hall and then get you to bed," Hiccup comforted, pushing open the Great Hall doors with his back as they get to the top.

Stoick looks inside first, seeing everyone struggling with two or three Terrible Terrors each, Gobber holding up the cake, away from the little dragons reach. The banner spelled correctly once again. Upon seeing the doors open to the guest of honor himself, everyone, Vikings and dragons, snaps into a move welcoming position for a surprise party.

"Surprise!" They all yell as Hiccup turns around.

"Wow!" Hiccup gasps, seeing dragons, the villagers, and all his friends.

"Wow…" Stoick says, dumbstruck that everything is okay with the main event of the day.

All:

We're making today a perfect day for you.

(His friend's dragons all come in from outside. Stormfly grabs Hiccup by the back neck of his tunic and sits him on Toothless' back. Toothless then proceeds to walk, carrying Hiccup into the festivities. Stoick walking slowly from behind.)

We're making today a smiling face all shiny and new.

Snotlout:

(Struggling with a basket full of Terrible Terrors trying to escape and nip at his face.

There's a fine line between chaos…

Ruff&Tuff:

(Dancing around, enjoying the added craziness.)

And a hullabaloo!

(Toothless stops, allowing Hiccup to climb off.)

All:

So we're making today a perfect day, making today a perfect day.

H! I! C! C! U! P!

We're making today a prefect day for you

(Fishlegs walks up, handing him a tankard of his favorite apple cider.)

(Fishlegs: Happy birthday)

We're making today a happy day and no feeling blue

(Astrid swoops in, giving him a big hug.)

(Astrid: I love you, babe!)

(Followed by a kiss on the check.)

For everything you are to us and all that you do,

(Astrid: I do)

(Gobber approaches them with the cake; as perfect as cake can be. Hiccup smiles and hands his tankard back to Fishlegs before reaching into Toothless' saddle bag, pulls out his new dagger, unsheathes it and proceeds to slice the cake up into pieces for every Viking and dragon in the Hall.)

We're making today a perfect day!

Making today a perfect day!

(Hiccup happily watches everyone enjoying the loganberry goodness; especially the Terrible Terrors.)

We're making today a perfect day

"Perfect day!" Stoick interjects.

"Okay, to bed with you," Hiccup takes his father's arm, leading him outside, Gobber, the other riders, and a few other villagers and dragons following.

"No! No, wait!" Stoick pulls away from the course of their house in the opposite direction. "All that's left to do is for the chief to blow the birthday bugle horn," Stoick says, walking over to said large horn by the Great Hall.

"No, Dad. Wait!" Hiccup tries to stop him, but Stoick gets to it. And just as he's about to blow into it, another sneeze overtakes him, causing the already loud sneeze to be channeled into the horn, making it even more deafening. Forcing everyone cover their ears.

"Did that sound like a Thunderdrum call to anyone?" Fishlegs asked nervously after the sound subsided.

"Sounded more Changewing to me," Snotlout replied, scratching his chin.


Later that evening, Stoick is seated at the table in his house, once again blowing his nose as Hiccup brings him a hot bowl of soup.

"Best birthday ever," he states, placing it in front of his sick father.

"Really? What was your favorite part?" Stoick asks, happy yet curious.

"You remembering," Hiccup smiles with a light shrug. Stoick looks confumed for a second before smiling himself and the two hug tenderly. "And the cake," Hiccup says into his father's shoulder and Stoick gives a hardy laugh.


There might be a pause in these for a while, I have ideas for some holiday themed stories and I hope to focus on those from now until December. But stay tuned, I have a very special parody lined up for #10!

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