INT. BLACKSMITH STALL – HICCUP'S CLOSET – NIGHT
[Hiccup is lost in thought, his head laid on a desk full of Toothless drawings.]
[Burdened with the weight of the world.]
[Suddenly, Stoick appears in the doorway. Hiccup jumps and quickly covers up his desk.]
Hiccup:
Dad! You're back!
[He skirts the bench, blocking Stoick's view of Toothless, the prosthetic fin, and other drawings.]
Hiccup:
Gobber's not here, so…
[He strikes an awkwardly casual pose, trying to cover up as much as possible.]
Stoick:
I know. I came looking for you.
Hiccup:
You did?
Stoick:
You've been keeping secrets.
[Hiccup's legs give out. He slides, dragging the table's contents with him.]
Hiccup:
I… have?
Stoick:
Just how long did you think you could hide it from me?
Hiccup:
I don't know what you're…
Stoick:
Nothing happens on this island without me hearing about it.
Hiccup (Nervous): He knows?
FH: You'll see.
FA: I can't believe he knew.
FH laughed slightly.
Hiccup:
Oh?
Stoick:
So. Let's talk about that dragon.
[Blood drains from Hiccup's face.]
Hiccup:
Oh gods. Dad I'm so sorry. I was going to tell you. I just didn't know how to-
[Stoick starts laughing. Big, booming. Hiccup stares, baffled.]
Hiccup:
You're not… upset?
Stoick:
What?! I was hoping for this!
FT: He was hoping for you to train a dragon?
FH: You'll see.
They continued to watch.
Hiccup:
Uh… you were?
Stoick:
And believe me, it only gets better! Just wait til you spill a Nadder's guts for the first time.
[Hiccup's elated expression sinks.]
Stoick:
And mount your first Gronckle head on a spear! WHAT A FEELING!
All: Oh...
All Dragons: WHAT?!
AT: Glad that isn't a thing anymore.
All the future dragons nodded in agreement of their Alpha.
[Stoick laughs and smacks Hiccup on the shoulder, sending him into the wall.]
Stoick:
You really had me going there, son. All these years of the worst Viking Berk has ever seen! Odin, it was rough. I almost gave up on you!
[Hiccup gets back up, grimacing in the irony of it all.]
Stoick:
And all the while, you were holding out on me! OH, THOR ALMIGHT!
Adrien: That's harsh.
Nino: So uncool.
Hiccup: Used to it.
All was stunned but continued to watch.
[Stoick grabs a stool and sits. His massive frame nearly fills the tiny room.]
Stoick:
Ah. With you doing so well in the ring, we finally have something to talk about.
[Pregnant pause. Hiccup averts his eyes nervously. Stoick adjusts, awkwardly clearing his throat.]
[After a long, uncomfortable silence…]
Alya: Awkward.
Hiccup: When is it not?
Danny: Reminds me of talks about ghosts that is completely awkward.
They all continued to watch.
Stoick:
Oh, I… brought you something.
[He presents a horned helmet.]
Stoick:
To keep you safe in the ring.
Hiccup:
Wow. Thanks.
[Hiccup accepts it, looking it over.]
Stoick:
Your mother would've wanted to have it. It's half of her breast plate.
Danny's class, Marinette's class, Dragon warrior, and both Hiccups grimaces while others laughed.
[Stoick taps his own helmet and smiles.]
Stoick:
Matching set. Keeps her close, y'know?
[Hiccup eyes the mismatched helmets, grimacing.]
Stoick:
Wear it proudly. You deserve it. You've held up your end of the deal.
[Stoick beams with pride. Hiccup squirms. He forces a yawn.]
Hiccup:
I should really get to bed.
Stoick Hiccup:
Yes! Good! Okay. Good talk. See you back at the house. We should do this again. I'm Great. Thanks for stopping glad I stopped by, I hope you by. And for the… uh, like the hat. Breast hat.
Stoick:
Well… uh… good night.
Tucker: Dude, that is a complete awkward conversation.
FH: Glad that changes.
They were all stunned.
[Stoick leaves the room awkwardly, leaving Hiccup looking more burdened than ever.]