Hiccup lazily dangled from the tree branch he climbed earlier when they arrived, earning a few warnings of "Be careful" and "Keep yer mouth closed or bird will make a nest in there" He watched as his father, Stoick, and Gobber exchanged conversations as they threw their axes at the large tree in front of them, training and using the opportunity to poke fun at one another.

Both adults failed to realize how bored the five year old was.

It was common knowledge between some Viking on Berk, who had spent enough time with the brunet to know him a little, that a bored Hiccup was much more dangerous than all dragon raid combined. With an overactive imagination, and full access to the smithy (once he sneaks in), you never know what he will decide to do to entertain himself with.

"Dad" Hiccup shouted from his perch on the tree, now sitting up.

Stoick paused from his conversation with Gobber and stared up at his son, knowing what the child wanted. Hiccup was leaning forward on the branch, giving Stoick a look that said "drop me and Hel will be released" he wondered how a young child is able to give such a look, but shrugged it off.

'He's definitely his mother's son' remembering how his wife gave him a similar look far too many times. He nodded and held out his arms.

Hiccup grinned and pushed himself off of the branch –which was located well above his father's head- and landed right on Stoick's strong arms, then climbed down without a moment's hesitation only to run off into the woods.

"Hiccup! Don't go too far away, ye hear?"

No answer was given, but only the sound of a childish laughter echoed.

"Such a energetic lad, ain't he." Gobber chuckled, then looked at Stoick with a twinkle in his eyes that the chief knew something was on his mind. "Stoick, I gotta ask ye somethin'"

"I figured as much. What do you want?"

"I want Hiccup to be my apprentice at the smithy."

"Why so, Gobber?"

"He's a fast learner, and already know how teh use most of the equipments. Might as well."

Stoick thought for a moment. It was true that Hiccup already knew how to use some of the equipments that Gobber had, learning from countless of hours watching the bald man make and repair weapons as he sat in his usual spot on the counter. The young boy did enjoy making and repairing stuff as he "repaired" a pair of Stoick's pants by sewing a piece of yak hair around the hole (He didn't have the heart to tell the child that he didn't wear the pair, or the fact that you don't use a nail to sew) He nodded and looked at his friend.

"Alright, ye have my permission. But only when he turns six."

"Great! I can't wait to—GAH!" Gobber shouted and cursed a little as he reached over his back and yanked out…a small knife. He stared with disbelieving eyes as a small amount of blood dripped from the blade. A gasp came from behind him as Hiccup walked up to both adults, doing his best to look innocent by staring at them with big green eyes.

"Hiccup, why did ye hit Gobber with the knife?" Stoick asked calmly. He will deny that he found it a little hilarious at his friend's reaction to the situation.

"I didn't mean to! I was just trying to hit the tree by him, but it kind of slipped and hit him in the butt!"

"Why would ye throw it in the first place?"

"You guys were throwing axes! ….Gobber, your butt's turning red." Hiccup pointed at the growing stain on the bald man's pants.

"That's it. No knife for you for two weeks."

"What! NO! That's mean and uncasual punishment!"

"The term is 'cruel and unusual'. Now march, we're going home."

A/N: There. Now you know what he did when he was five, and why he had his knife taken away. xD This is longer than the others so I'm pretty dang happy, to be honest. And the fact that people are reading this… YEAH! 8D

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