Chapter Summary: Stoick does not know if he should put his son in dragon training and Hiccup decides he does not want to fight dragons.

There was a meeting in the Great Hall shortly after the dragon raid.

'Either we finish them or they finish us,' Stoick said.

He's been trying to get men to go with him to find the dragon nest, nobody seemed too happy with the idea.

'Those ships never come back.'

'I have something plain this week.'

'We're Vikings. It's an occupational hazard. Now who's with me?'

'Count me out.'

'I have to do my axe returns.'

He held back the need to roll his eyes and decided to pull out his secret weapon.

'Alright. Those who stay look will look after both Hiccup and Solveig.'

'I'll come.'

'Count me in Stoick.'

Hands were raised and he had every viking were on his side.

'That's more right it. We leave in the morning.'

They mutter to one another as they left the Great Hall, Gobber was nearby drinking out of a mug as Stoick sat in front of him. It was that time, where kids Hiccup age would be in dragon training, parents were already training their children to prepare all but Stoick.

Solveig wasn't a problem she would not be training at the moment, far too young to be in dragon training. Stoick could see the girl taking on the Nightmare in her own year. She was strong, knew how to hold a weapon and when it comes to the idea of even training or battling, she had enthusiasm. Everything Hiccup wasn't.

'Will I'll pack my undies.'

'No, Gobber I need you to stay here to train the new recruits.'

'Great. And, when I do that Hiccup can cover the store all while looking after that daughter of his.'

'Sister,' he corrects.

'Yer sure, she calls you Stoick after all.'

Stoick knows what Gobber getting at he will admit he's not the best father. His daughter does seem to call him Stoick no matter how many times Hiccup corrects her.

'She's still my daughter and his sister. And she won't be in dragon training nobody that young had been a part of dragon training before and nobody will be now.'

'Aye, alright Solveig won't take part. I would just have to remove her away from her favourite person all in Berk. Praying to the Gods that the girl does not send me deaf with her crying in protested. Or, praying that boy of yours doesn't punch me to hard. He's weak most of the time, but anger when channelled packs a punch.'

No need to remind him.

Last time when someone tried to take Solveig away behind Hiccup back to spend some time with kids her own age. The girl scared of the nearby dragons that was coming to raid them with the crying she did all while his son showed that there might be some viking in him with that punch he delivers.

Stoick likes to think he knows his son. Hiccup weak, the runt of the litter, can't hold a weapon without falling over and then he pulls a stunt sending a full-grown viking male to the ground with a punch. Just because that man made his sister cry. Solveig was Hiccup world, Stoick knows that and he also knows Hiccup wants to kill dragons, but sending him into training made Stoick shiver.

Not that he will admit it or even show it. He just can't lose his son the only connection he had left to his beloved wife. Training would eat him alive and if he's hurt or worse Solveig would be worst to deal with. The girl barely looks at him, refuses to let him help her with anything and Hiccup always gives him that disappointing frown.

'He won't be going either.'

'All will that's great Stoick the Chief son with no dragon training.'

'What am I meant to do with him Gobber?'

'Put him in with the others. I'm sure the elder can watch her. She's dealt with Solveig before. Beside Hiccup just needs to tell his sister not to cause to much trouble and the lass follows his lead.'

'It's not Solveig I'm worried about. It's Hiccup. You put him in there and he be eaten alive.'

'You don't know that,' Gobber tells him.

'Yes, I do.'

'No, you don't.'

'I do.'

'You don't.'

'I do.'

'Look he's not going,' he puts his foot down.

Stoick can hold it off for a couple more years, sure his son might be a little upset that he can't do training with his own year group. Hiccup will move on though, Stoick was sure of it.

'Stoick you can't do this to the lad. Look I know it might seem hard, but the truth is you're not going to be there to protect both of them forever.'

Gobber made a point. At least Hiccup will be able to look after his sister from dragons and when she becomes of age she could look after herself. It was a tough choice. Did Stoick stay with the choice he already made for his son future, or does he listen to Gobber and give his son a chance? He prays to the Gods that he would make the right choice.

There was a dragon with black scales, still breathing. Rope wrapped around the dragon tightly.

This was Hiccup chance he has a dagger in his hands and he was ready to kill the dragon to prove to his father that he was a viking. He was a viking, wasn't he? His father was one, his grandfather was one, heck his mother was one and he was one. He was Hiccup the third son of Stoick the Vast the next leader of Berk and this was his chance to prove himself.

He can kill a dragon. One look at the animal and hearing the hopeless moan in the background his hands sweaty and he was more nervous than anything else. He shakes his head he wanted to kill a dragon to get some respect, to get noticed, to not be called useless that's why he was going to kill a dragon.

Yet, he can't. He can't push himself to rip the dragon open and take the heart to his father even though he wanted to, but he can't because it's not him. Did this mean he wasn't a viking.

'Little sun, what am I to do?'

His sister might have an answer. Speaking off sister she was nowhere in eight which was odd because Hiccup walked beside her all the way down in the hill to look for the dragon. Didn't he? Granted he was marking off spots in his notebook and more upset with himself that he thought he lost a dragon rather than keeping an eye on his adopted sister.

'Solveig,' his whispered.

Not wanting to wake the dragon he was pretty sure that rope wasn't holding the Night Fury, most likely had just woken up from hitting the ground.

'Solveig.'

'Opps.'

He knows that voice he turns back around and his eyes widen in fear. His sister had just done the most foolish mistake in her life which could get her killed. She had let the dragon go cutting the rope that bond the animal and now a very mad and highly dangerous dragon was towering over his little sister.

Hiccup runs. He didn't run away he ran forward.

'Solveig, run, run!' he called out.

His sister looks at him and looks at the dragon she does what she was told. The Night Fury glows and wracks Hiccup with its tail fin pinning the son of Stoick to a nearby tree his dragger dropped. The smell of fish breathing down upon him and it's here where Hiccup is sure he was going to die and get eaten alive. It didn't matter though he could still hear his little sister footsteps running ahead and he prays that she won't look behind. Hiccup the third, son of Stoick the Vast was ready to die.

Dying took a while, Hiccup thought only to open the eyes to look into the dragon own they stare at one another for just one long second before it roared in his face and took off with a clumsy leap flying away from him. He patted himself down to check he was still alive. Yes, he was very much alive and there weren't any Gods nearby which was a plus.

'Big brother, sorry.'

Hiccup looked down at his Little Sun and smiled. She should be running, but she must have noticed that her big brother wasn't following behind her and turned back to check. A bad move, but Solveig was Solveig she was to loyal for her own good.

'It's alright.'

Hiccup decided with no dragon in sight now was a good time to faint and faint he did.

'Big brother?'

Was the only thing he heard before he blacked out.

By the time he had woken up it was almost sun down. Solveig must have been able to tell that he wasn't too badly hurt since she was sleeping right beside him using her arms as a pillow. Hiccup picks her up off the ground and carries her back to Berk, looking behind only to see no Night Fury in sight. It was best not to tell anyone about this. They would only call him useless that he couldn't kill a dragon.

He was able to sneak pass his father whom was attending to the fire and tucks his sister into bed and closes the door behind her only to pale sightly at the Chief standing in front of him.

'Hi dad.'

'We need to talk.'

Good idea, Hiccup thought a very good idea because he wanted to speak to his father to.

'Yeah, about that I want to speak to you to.'

'I think it's time you learnt how to fight dragons.'

'I decided I don't want to fight dragons,' they said in unison.

Which was a problem because Hiccup didn't understand what his father said and maybe his father thought Hiccup going into dragon training was a bad idea.

'Uh, you go first.'

'No dad, you go first.'

'All right. You get your wish. I've decided you will start dragon training tomorrow morning. Solveig will be looked after by Gothi. She will be watching your training.'

He should have just gone first, but his father was never going to hear him now not when he was passing an axe to him that weigh a ton in his arms.

'You need this,' his father said pointing at the axe.

'I don't want to fight dragons.'

'Nonsense, yes you do.'

'Dad listen, I don't want to fight dragons. I can't even kill dragons.'

'Yes, you will. You will kill dragons.'

Hiccup couldn't tell if his father was being supportive or stubborn.

'No, I'm pretty sure I can't.'

In fact, Hiccup knows very well he can't. He almost got his sister dead because of it.

'It's time Hiccup.'

Was his father even listening? Maybe fighting dragons was bad for hearing or a slight chance of losing brain cells.

'Can you hear me? I just said I can't kill dragons.'

'This is serious son. When you carry this axe, you carry all of us with you.'

His father held onto his shoulders sightly.

'It means you think like us.'

There goes, his brain cells.

'You walk like us. No more of this.'

'You've just gesture to all of me.'

'Yes, that's it stopped being all of you.'

Great, that just made it clear his father wasn't proud of his son far from it. Good thing he didn't tell his father that he had chicken out killing a Night Fury.

'This conversation is feeling very one-sided.

'Deal.'

It wasn't a question.

'Deal,' Hiccup said.

'Good. I be back probably.' His father said walking down the steps.

'And, I be here,' Hiccup paused. 'Maybe.'

Hiccup looked down at the axe and tossed it on the ground sinking down to the floor and hugging his knees. The door behind him to his sister room opened up, no doubt she heard them speaking and wonder what was going on.

'Big brother?'

He really needed a hug. His sister always knew wrapping her arms around him and he returned it. Sometimes he thinks he's being selfless, but he wishes that his sister does not turn on him like everyone else and sees him for the useless runt they think he is.