hiccup was shaking in his bed until the morning, he could still feel hands on his body from earlier at night. his father was probably drunk. yes, that had to be it; he was drunk and it was all a mistake. he was calling him by his mother's name and everything; it probably won't happen again. and everything will go back to normal when he sobers up, it has to.
hiccup got up and made breakfast that morning after very little sleep. he heard his father come down the stairs. hiccup was exceptionally quiet during breakfast. stoick vaguely remembered last night in a blurry haze. he remembered seeing valka cleaning up dinner that night and was delighted to see her. he throws her over his shoulder and took her to the bedroom immediately. he couldn't remember what she said, but it didn't matter, he was just happy to be reunited with his wife and she was as beautiful as the day she was taken. he was sure he'd been with valka that night and was hoping to see her in the morning by his side
he noticed hiccup didn't say anything, not about some Grand invention or what new spicy tried. he seemed hesitant to take his seat, preferring to stand at the table as he picked at his food. " son..? " stoick saw hiccup flinch and turned his head to him but didn't meet stoick's gaze.
" you ok?... " hiccup only nodded his head and kept quiet that morning. the young inventor left for the forge as quickly as possible, not even saying bye to stoick as he left. hiccup was quiet, letting the thoughts in his head run wild, gobber noticed but let it go since hiccup was always a bit jumpy, yet he was a bit worried since he was hardly quiet. he put a hand hiccup's shoulder and he flinched back like he was going to be hit. gobber was a bit surprised by hiccup's reaction. " you... ok lad? " hiccup nodded and went back to work. he seemed startled every time someone addressed him. he almost throws the hammer he was working on it as someone was coming up to him too quickly.
at the end of the day, hiccup walked to his room and locked it shut. he went straight to his journal and started writing down what happened from last night to what happened today. he felt so small and weak. Vikings are meant to be strong; a real Viking wouldn't be acting like this; a real Viking would power through it and go on his way. he felt a wave of sadness cover him. for once you realized how vulnerable he truly was, why his father had tried to toughen him up. he cried for hours 'til the only sound he could make was wild, hiccuping breaths of air.
he knew he had one more thing to do before his day was done, and that was to make dinner. hopefully, his father would be home and not drunk. as he prepared dinner, his mind wandered back to last night. he was cleaning up because he was late coming home from The tavern again when stoick burst open the door and locked it shut. he put the plates back on the table and glared at him with his arms crossed." dad, you're late again " his dad didn't say anything but walked over to him at a brisk pace and threw him over his shoulder as he went up the stairs " dad, what are you doing? put me down! " he tried kicking and pulling himself away but couldn't get out of his father's hold. he didn't notice when he was thrown into his father's bed. the young boy tried to get up and leave when his father kissed him on his lips; he felt his father's beard scratching at his face and neck " I've missed you valka " he felt rough hands pulling at his clothes after that; he felt his lips move to his neck and shoulders. " stop, I'm not mom! " he felt his head spinning. he tried his hardest to struggle, but the chief was the strongest man in the village, and the hiccup was the weakest.his father had caught him by the wrists and held his arms over his head. he heard the sounds of ripping clothes and felt a rough hand roam around his body till it rested on slim freckled hips
" I said stop! " he tried to kick him away in vain " I missed you so much valka " he felt this was some sort of nightmare he couldn't wake up from. he then felt thick fingers working at his entrance " stop, it's me hiccup! " yet his father didn't stop and hiccup felt like his father was trying to tear apart from the inside. hiccup was stunned as the chieftain's fingers went in. the boy didn't cry or scream; wasn't sure if he could. stoick moved his fingers around. " I've missed you so much " and then he felt something that renewed his fears, he could feel his father's throbbing member at his newly stretched entrance " no, please! " he threw his body around trying to get away but to no avail. the last thing hiccup could remember was searing pain, and then eventually hobbling back to his bed and tears
by the time he was done with the awful memory, dinner was almost done. he felt sick thinking about it but was all a mistake. he had to keep telling myself that, it was just a mistake; that his father would never do that to him again. once dinner was done, hiccup wanted to puke. he didn't want to see his father and risk having his world shattered yet again. the tribal chieftain slammed open the door and staggered over to his chair for dinner.
" uhh h-hay dad " his dad was swaying a bit
" valka get me a plate " Hiccup moved the full plate of food towards his father while trying to be as far away from him as possible. stoick saw the food and started to eat right away " mmmm valka your cooking his great, did someone teach you? "
hiccup only nodded and silently ate his food, but through stoick's drunk in Haze was his wife once more " you look beautiful valka. " hiccup knew it's going to be a long night of tears once again