Hey, look! I'm still alive!

... I think

Anyway... Don't hate me. I'm sosososososososo sorry ;-;

Here, take this!

*throws out cookies*

Am I forgiven now?

Stoick stared at Toothless, eyes wide in shock. It was a face easily readable as shock. Toothless didn't blame him. The man probably would've never guessed that the dragon to change their world could actually turn into a human. It seemed impossible; just as a viking and dragon becoming friends used to seem.

"You're human?" Stoick asked for the third time.

"It's simply a form," Toothless repeated. "I'm not actually human."

"And you're in love with my son?"

"Yes."

"And you want to take him away?"

"Yes."

"This is all..."

Toothless smiled sympathically. He could see how it would be hard to accept. Hiccup was once again moving away from the norm. He had fallen in love with a dragon, and now wanted to go look for a way to become a dragon himself!

"Dad," Hiccup spoke up, "I love Toothless. I want to be with him- forever. I don't want him to have to live on while I'm dead."

"Hiccup, you strange boy," Stoick sighed. He did something very un-Stoick and pulled his son into a hug. Hiccup gasped for air, trying to break away as the large man crushed his lungs. "You wonderfully strange boy."

"Am I missing something here?" Hiccup asked once he got air back.

"You have changed our ways more than once," Stoick told him. "You took something we didn't understand and opened to it. You showed us that just because it isn't normal, it isn't wrong."

"I..."

"Last time I told you that you were a fool," he continued, "I nearly unleased a terrible beasts that would have torn Berk to bits."

"Does this mean I can go?" Hiccup asked.

"If this is were your heart points you," his father laughed, "go fullspeed ahead without looking back."

Toothless nodded in approval. Stoick had come a long way from the time they had frist met. No matter what Hiccup had said back then, Stoick had brushed it away from the shame of having a son different. He didn't listen to a word, thinking the old ways were the right ones. He didn't even make an effort in understanding his son.

Now, he had learned his lesson. He almost killed all of his men, but he had learned it. Not all new things were bad. It just took someone willing to test them.

"Thank you, Stoick," Toothless said. He pulled Hiccup close to him into a hug. "I will look after your boy."

"You had better," Stoick warned. "Even if I'm long dead and in the ground, if you let even a hair on his head get harmed, I will make you pay."

"Scary," Toothless laughed teasinly. Stoick shared the smile, but the look in his eye said he was completely serious. He had done Hiccup too many wrongs to sit back and allow something to happen to him.

"Goodbye, Dad," Hiccup said, wrapping his arms around Stoick one last time. He didn't know if he'd ever see his father again, if he stayed with the nightfuries. The thought saddened him, but he tried to push passed it. No, he'd come back. No matter what.

"Take care, son."

Hiccup let go of his father and pulled Toothless back towards the house so that they could finish getting ready. As Stoick watched them go, a heaviness weighed down his chest. He'd felt it only a few times before, but he could recongize it by now. Pride.

Hiccup had the courage to follow his heart. That was more than Stoick had ever done. In so little years, his son had become a more worthy chief than Stoick could ever do in three lifetimes.

And it made him so proud to call Hiccup his son.