Oh god I am SO sorry this took so long to post. I didn't want to post it until I made decent headway on chapter 6, and since I write these on my phone and I just bought a new one, I had to figure out how to transfer the files over and it took a bit of fiddling.
But now chapter 5 is up, and chapter 6 is currently nearing completion.
LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE IN THIS STORY, I'M REALLY JUST KINDA WRITING IT ON THE FLY WITH NO PLANNING, SO IF YOU WANT TO INPUT SOME IDEAS, I'M ALL EARS.
They had only been home for a week, and there was a thick cloud of gloom settling over the housing block where all the acrobats stayed, Hiccup having been confined to his room for the most part while his leg was healing.
He rolled over, groaning into his pillow, fingers gripping at the fabric.
He wanted to be out there practicing with the others, in his stage clothes, flying around with Toothless.
Instead he was cooped up in here, in sweatpants and a t-shirt, leg trapped in the cast, alone and having to listen to the boisterous music blaring out from the main stadium.
After a while the sounds of practice died down and he heard laughing approaching his door, followed by the sound of someone being clapped on the back.
The doorhandle turned and Stoick walked in, half turned out the door still.
"-and that is exactly what I meant by don't touch the lion cub! See you later, Gobber!"
And after a slightly disgruntled goodbye from the other, Stoick closed the door, grinning, before turning to his son.
"How you doing, Hiccup?"
He walked over, clearing a space amid all the sketchbooks and small metal workings on the bed, sitting down, causing it to sink slightly.
"I'm bored, dad…I haven't even been able to go outside at all this week…I miss training, I miss hanging out with everyone, I haven't been able to even try my crutches yet because you guys won't let me."
"Hiccup, you know that's because of the gash on your head…"
"I can do everything else without worrying about it, why are you so set against me trying to just see if I CAN walk around despite it?"
He shuffled his way out from under the sheets, minding his leg, and snatched the crutches after a bit of a struggle to reach them.
Using one as a cane, he pulled himself up, hooking the other one under his other arm, anchoring himself in place.
"Let me just try, dad. Okay?"
Stoick sighed and got up off the bed as well, walking over to the door and holding it open.
"Not very far, got it? If you can walk to the stadium safely, I will let you go around with someone to accompany you. For now, that someone will be me. If we get there and someone else wants to walk around with you, they are allowed to."
Hiccup smiled widely, nodding, gripping the handrests on his crutches, swinging them forward to hobble off out the doorway.
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With only a minimal amount of tripping, they finally managed to make it to the stadium, everyone turning to look at the door when it creaked open, followed by a loud cheer when they saw it was Hiccup walking in.
Thumping footsteps sounded out from across the room and he turned carefully to see Toothless bounding at him, face lit up, a huge grin on his face.
"Hiccup!"
He felt his feet leave the ground as Toothless finally got to him, scooping him up off the floor and hugging him tightly, the crutches falling out of Hiccup's hands and clattering on the floor.
Hiccup wrapped his arms around him in return, laughing happily as Toothless peppered his face with kisses.
Stoick picked up the crutches off the ground, hefting them in one hand and tapping Toothless on the shoulder.
"I have to go look over this weeks profits, can I trust you to look after my son?"
Lowering Hiccup to the ground and supporting him with one arm, he took the crutches and helped him back onto them.
"Of course, Stoick."
The ringmaster walked back to the door, nudging it back open and waving over his shoulder.
"Good. Make sure you do."
So yeah if there is anythinganythinganything that you want to see happen in this, I am open to any and all suggestions, even though not all of them might not ending up getting used in the end.