Disclaimer: Yeah, because I own HTTYD. But I do own the word "obviousity"!
Author's Note: Hey, people are interested! How did that happen? Thanks for favoriting. Reviews…? (Also, the first sentence of paragraph five… it seems completely stupid right now, but there is a need for it. Mwahaha.)
One would think that Stoick had learned his lesson; Hiccup was not to be left unsupervised even in the house. Whether indoors or out, he was a problem. Stoick had wanted to rid his mind of the last time his son had been grounded that he didn't think about it before he went into the village to do business. Drained, the chief dragged his feet along his front steps and into his home, only to find Hiccup entangled in a net, scooting with difficulty along the paper-strewn floor in pursuit of a dagger a safe distance away. Immediately upon seeing his father, Hiccup attempted to conjure up a Viking stance, only to roll over onto his face. Stoick shook his head and sighed heavily.
It took all the strength he could muster to keep from raging at his son. In the awkward silence he took deep breaths. Slowly, he said, "What. In Valhalla. Did. You. Do?"
"Well…" Hiccup said in a falsely cheery voice, once more epically failing at a Viking stance, "…it's kind of a long story. But it only gets better from here!"
The chief knew his son well enough that he could practically touch the sarcasm. Unamused, he stared at the boy. "Don't lie to me, but for Thor's sake, don't tell me that it gets worse," he groaned.
In spite of being unable to escape the net for who knows how long, Hiccup broke free of the ropes restricting him and leapt up in a true Viking stance in front of Stoick. "Actually, it can only get better from here!" And he was off to his world. "You see, mistakes are essential in the invention process! So I got the idea of a machine that can bring down an entire dragon! Do you know how fantastic that would be? The power to snatch dragons from the air with a single shot! It's in our grasp! There are just a few issues now but-"
"A few issues?" Frustration reared inside the chief, "Hiccup, don't you realize what you're doing? You're not doing the village any good! This is gaining you absolutely nothing! Put away these silly ideas and concentrate on what's really important!"
His son argued, "What could be more important than preventing fatalities of our warriors?"
"Being one of your people! How are you ever going to be chief if you can't be like us? This has got to go."
"But this is me! I like the way I am." Hiccup protested, "And without "this" there will be no way to advance and we'll be stuck in these dark ages forever!"
The chief groaned. "Is there no way for you to stay out of trouble?"
"But Dad, it's not as bad as it seems!" his son corrected, "I mean, the house is still standing. I mean… I didn't think that it was going to…"
He completely lost it. "The house?" Oh gods! Stoick knew to expect the unexpected when dealing with Hiccup, but he hadn't expected the house to be on its last legs! "That's it!" He boomed, "You're a disaster area outside the house and a complete boor in the house!"
Hiccup tried to cover it up but the damage had already been done. "No, Dad! See, it's not that bad! I fixed the stairs before they could get any-"
"This has gotten out of hand!" bellowed the chief. When he spoke this loudly, there was no way you could win. "You are the son of the chief and you need to learn to obey your elders! I can't deal with all the trouble you've caused for the village excluding you! When you're added into the mix, everything that can go wrong will go wrong! You are coming with me!"
Stoick grasped Hiccup by the neck and trudged out the door.
"Ohh great," muttered Hiccup.
Author's Note: For the friends who find this: Shout-outs to you: Val- obviousity. Kara- Murphy's law.