Useless. That was the word. Hiccup was useless. He was too scrawny. He was too clumsy. He was too unviking. Everyone knew it just by looking at him, and because of that, he never got the chance to prove himself. He scuffled along towards the street, his hair draped in front of his eyes as he hunched over himself. He kicked a pebble with his fur boots. Soon the highlanders would be coming, just another group of kids to make fun of him. Finally he had reached his destination. He pushed open the door to the blacksmith.
"Oy! 'Bout time yeh got here!" Gobber said from under a pile of metal. Hiccup shrugged as he tied on his apron and begun pumping he flame. "What's got you all silent?" Gobber continued as Hiccup added wood to the stove.
"Nothing. I'm just so excited to make a fool out of myself in front of the highlanders."
"What? Those lot? They wont be here long enough to remember your name. Honestly, the moment they see a real dragon, they will swim back home." Gobber let out a hearty chuckle and hiccup managed a small smile. Gobber was the only person that hiccup considered a friend, and that was a bit sad because the Viking was his mentor and father's closest friend. Berk wasn't known for its friendly teenagers, it was known for its hard warriors, which meant hard kids were encouraged. Kids like Hiccup weren't.
"Hey Gobber…" Gobber turned, "I just… Do you need a hand?" Gobber smiled and nodded. Hiccup didn't need to finish, Gobber knew. Hiccup smiled and grabbed the hammer that attached to Gobbers arm. The Viking took it and the two of them began work on the orders of weapons that had begun to pile up.