The wait is over, Chapter 18 is here. Enjoy!
Chapter 18
[Scene cuts to Hiccup's room in the forge.]
HICCUP (sketching Toothless)
„Dad! You're back! Gobber's not here, so..."
STOICK
„I know. I came looking for you."
HICCUP
„You did?"
STOICK
„You've been keeping secrets."
HICCUP
„I... have?"
Yes. Quite big ones.
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
„Oh?"
STOICK
„So. Let's talk about that dragon."
What? How do you know?
HICCUP
„Oh, gods. Dad I'm so sorry. I was going to tell you. I just didn't know how to-"
[Stoick laughs. Hiccup chimes in after hesitating at first.]
HICCUP
„You're not... upset?"
STOICK
„What?! I was hoping for this!"
Did I miss something?
HICCUP
„Uh... you were?"
STOICK
„And believe me, it only gets better! Just wait 'till you spill a Nadder's guts for the first time! And mount your first Gronckle head on a spear! WHAT A FEELING!"
Ugh!
„You really had me going there, son! All those years of the worst Viking Berk has ever seen! Odin, it was rough!"
Your words too.
„I almost gave up on you! And all the while, you were holding out on me! OH, THOR ALMIGHTY! Ah. With you doing so well in the ring, we finally have something to talk about."
Only that your looking at this from two completely different perspectives.
„Oh, I... brought you something. To keep you safe in the ring."
[Stoick holds up a Viking helmet and gives it to Hiccup]
HICCUP (SINCERELY)
„Wow. Thanks."
STOICK
„Your mother would've wanted you to have it. It's half of her breast plate."
WHAT?!
„Matching set. Keeps her close, y'know? Wear it proudly. You deserve it. You've held up your end of the deal."
Well, not exactly …
HICCUP (FAKING A YAWN)
„I should really get to bed."
STOICK & HICCUP (SIMULTANEOUSLY)
„Yes! Good! Okay. Good talk. See you back at the house. We should do this again. I'm great. Thanks for stopping by. Glad I stopped by, I hope you uh, like the hat. And for the... the breast hat."
STOICK
„Well, uh... good night."
[Stoick exits the room and both exhale relieved]
Not exactly what someone would imagine a father-son-conversation to be like.
Have a nice remaining week everyone :-D