A/N: As per request by Hiccstridlover13, I have written this (hopefully not too horrendous XD) fic, with Stoick and Hiccup in mind. Ironically, my other HTTYD already has the two of them at complete odds at this point; so I suppose I am already in that frame of mind from updating that the other day.

At this point and time, we're going to expect that Stoick has (probably a few times since the end of the war with the dragons and the beginning of their training) expected more out of his son, with him being the heir to Berk and all. Since all chiefs-to-be need training which it kind of seems that Hiccup skipped...well, that's the basis of all of this. I'll put this between Race To The Edge and HTTYD 2.

Chapter 6: You've Got Training to Do!

He was wrong and he knew it, but that was no reason for someone like Stoick the Vast to apologize. There had been clues, sure, but he knew that things had never truly been the same since Val had been taken all those years ago. Their relationship had been rocky for years afterwards, and he supposed it really didn't help that they had such conflicting personalities. Hiccup was too much like his mother, really. Hiccup was a pacifist, a strategist, someone who would rather try and talk things out than fight it out. Stoick was more of a fighter, whose strategy was the good ol' Viking way of fighting until the other side either dies or surrenders. The problem was that the only personality trait the father and son really had in common was stubbornness, but that was just a Viking trait to be honest. He'd admit that raising someone like Hiccup, who was so vastly different than everyone else in the tribe had its own...challenges. He was always doing something like hunting for trolls or drawing, even trying out those crazy experiments and inventions of his. Granted, some of them might have had some minimal success, if they hadn't destroyed everything in the process. Patience seemed to be something that he just didn't have the time for as he had to basically leave everything to Gobber in those days. It saddened him to think that Gobber was probably closer to his son than he ever was or could ever hope to be, but it was his fault after all.

Hiccup was getting to an age where he needed to have his...responsibilities more in line than they were presently. Of course, it had sounded so much better in his head then when he decided to bring it up.

"Hiccup!" Stoick yelled. After not finding him in his room, he decided the next place to try would be the arena or the workshop. Hiccup's head popped out of the room as he looked for the source of what sounded like an irritated chief. Experience had generally taught him that this was just how his dad sounded most of the time, angry or not.

"Dad? What's going on? I was just, uh-" Hiccup started, only to be cut off by Stoick.

"Son, we need to talk about your future and your responsibilities to the-"

"Dad, not this again!" Hiccup groaned, visibly deflating. "Why are we still talking about this? I told you that I wasn't even sure I wanted to be chief!"

"That was years ago, son! You've grown up a lot since then and you've taken on a lot of responsibilities! Which is why I think that you're ready."

"That was NOT years ago, that was last year at the most! Why can't you just let this go already?"

"You need to start training! Any other tribe would have basically started you from the time you could lift a hammer. Mogadon has been training Thuggory ever since the last Thing, as have the others."

Hiccup couldn't help but sigh when he thought about the last time he saw Thuggory, as well as the other heirs at the last Thing. It wasn't as horrible as it could've been, he supposed, but a lot of that probably had to do with his newfound...notoriety. He did what he could to just take it all in stride, but his "friend" just stood there laughing at his misery, hardly bothering to step in to help at all. He'd been so very grateful that he was allowed to take Toothless for night flights, otherwise it would just be quite...horrendous. All of that aside, he couldn't understand why his dad was so insistent. He knew how stubborn the man was, and he also knew from experience that the man was absolutely hard-headed when it came to someone else telling him no. This wasn't going to be easy by any means.

"I would if I wanted to be the chief, but I don't! Why are you so insistent about this? We just got done arguing about this several months ago and now, here you are bringing it up again!"

"Well, why not?! You're my son! You are going to be the chief, so you better get used to the idea!"

This was getting them nowhere, except their increasingly loud voices had managed to once again gather an audience. Hiccup vaguely noticed Astrid, who was most likely facepalming, somewhere on the edge of said audience.

"That's not a reason, that's just describing who I am!" Hiccup yelled back, uncharacteristically loud. He wasn't even thinking anymore, as he just said whatever came to mind. He wasn't seeing red as some Vikings did when they argued, but he was no longer in the mood for being reasonable. "Do you even know who I am or are you just here grasping at straws, just because I'm all you have?"

Stoick went the Viking equivalent of pale from the shock, hearing the angry and sudden torrent coming from Hiccup. His words were not enough to quell the sudden storm known as one Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. Viking tempers weren't pretty on the best of days, but for someone who is normally known to be a pacifist like Hiccup; well, it's not exactly pretty.

Of course, that was what basically everyone thought about him, and he knew that. Which is why it surprised even him when he casually uttered:

"Is that why you didn't want me?"

It was said so quietly that Stoick thought he heard wrong, but anyone who had been brave or stupid enough to hang around for the entire argument left as Hiccup said this. Astrid was the only one to stick around, having been through countless arguments and mishaps between the two. It was usually Stoick saying one thing and Hiccup doing something completely different, leaving her wondering how they ever managed to live together for so long. She watched as Hiccup shook his head in disgust at his father's lack in reply and ran off, probably to find Toothless. She knew that he had probably gone down to Raven's Point, where Toothless would probably meet him.

He had sounded so...resigned about it, as if it was something that was just a matter of fact. But if Stoick really thought about it, he supposed that he could see where Hiccup was getting that from. He had known all along about the bullying and the teasing and everything else really. It seemed to him like it was just normal Viking behavior, he supposed. Kids beating up other kids in order to see who was the strongest. He supposed that it was around that time that he had decided to let Hiccup be Gobber's apprentice. It did make him quite nervous, to be honest, putting him in the forge, day in and out. But was it any more dangerous than the nightly battles he was trying to protect him from? Had he been wrong all of this time, thinking it was okay to let Gobber practically raise him in that forge? What else could he have done, though? Val was gone, taken by the dragons they were, at the time, fighting. He couldn't have him out in the battlefield! To make things worse, he was always so small! Even now, he was still quite thin. Admittedly, he could thankfully hold his own in battle now, but he couldn't always protect him, and he wasn't just going to lock him up like some prisoner.

Gobber, in all likelihood, did know Hiccup better than his own father did, Stoick surmised. In his mind, he had always told himself to remember what he had told Val about Hiccup. He would be one of the best chiefs Berk had ever seen and strong. He still wished for that. Sure, he might not be muscular, but he had it where it counted and he'd be proud of that. He was the Pride of Berk. He would leave the chief training problem alone, maybe for another few years, when he was getting ready to retire. In the meantime, he supposed he had best find Hiccup before he flew off the edge of the world.

A/N: Set it up right in time for HTTYD 2! Right when he brings it up again...well, you know. For those of you who are currently itching to throw tomatoes and whatnot, just realize that I've been working on this for a few hours and I was writing without a rough draft. AND it's getting late. I'm still debating on whether or not I should try updating my other fic. T-T