Viggo's pov:

I went to check on Hiccup, he was still asleep but he looked skinnier than normal along with dark patches under his eyes. Why was he like this? What happened to my son? So many questions buzzing around my head, I spotted Hiccups' satchel and it was filled with letters from his friends. Most of them were from a girl named Dixie, she had poured her heart out to my son in one of the notes. I heard him groaning in his sleep and I just waited till he had awoken. He opened his eyes, I could see that he really did have Valka's eyes.

He was still deadly pale from the lack of food and crashing into the cold water. I pulled the covers up to his chin a little more, he looked a little bit surprised now that I wasn't planning to attack him. I spoke to him softly that I just wanted to talk to him. But I heard his stomach growling for food and grabbed the bowl of broth I made earlier. He kept on refusing the food but I told him that I wasn't trying to poison him but help him. He still refused the broth, I grew more and more worried for him.

"Hiccup, please just eat. If not for me then at least for your dragon." I begged.

Hiccup took the bowl from me and started to gulp down the broth. He acted like he hadn't eaten in weeks. I told him to slow down, the food isn't going anywhere. As soon as he finished, I took the empty bowl from him then gave him some water as well. "So, you wanna tell me why you're out here on your own?" I asked.

"What do you want me to say? That I've already found out that Stoick isn't my father? The fact that he only wanted my mother and kept me as leverage? Or the fact that my real father is you when clearly you never bothered to come looking for us? Do you think I'm just gonna let you act as my father when we have been enemies?! I would rather suffer through the Red Death than be in the same room with you!" Hiccup shouted.

Is that what he thought? That I never looked for him and Valka when Stoick took them from me so long ago. I was told by Johann that both Valka and my son had died from a dragon attack but maybe I shouldn't have listened to him. I reached for his back to at least comfort him, but he flinched away from me saying 'don't touch.' He looked scared at me like I was gonna hurt him. I felt my dad instincts kick in, I pulled Hiccup onto my lap. I lift up the back of Hiccup's shirt off and I saw old bruises and belt marks on his back that wasn't even treated.

My heart was shattered seeing all those bruises on my poor child's back. I tried to ask him where those bruises came from but he just burst into tears and cried into my chest. I have never seen Hiccup break down like that. He didn't even look like the teenager that was my enemy, but a scared little boy. I spend almost an hour calming him down with small kisses and comforting words. He finally stopped crying, I gently lifted his chin and asked him again about the bruises.

"Stoick would often get drunk from the Great Hall. When he came home, he took a belt and started hitting me on my back. I was only five when he first did it and he just loved to hear me scream. He would still do it when the others weren't around. I should have realized from the day I took down the Red Death that he was faking the whole time." Hiccup stated.

I knew Stoick was cruel but doing this to an innocent child was just villainess. I grabbed some ointment and bandages from my satchel. I started to apply the ointment to his back, my poor child started to wince in pain the second I touch them. "It's okay, baby, it's okay. Daddy's got you, it'll be over soon baby, I promise." I whispered to him.

I grabbed the bandages and wrapped them around his back as well. When I was done, I asked Hiccup how long he and Toothless were out here alone. He muttered out a few weeks after he found out the truth. He didn't trust anyone after Stoick revealed the truth about him being my son. He thought that I would be like Stoick, cold and heartless towards him. I would never treat him like he was worthless, runt or not. I love my son the minute he was born and that would never change.

I heard soft snores coming from Hiccup, he fell asleep on my lap. I tried to put him back on the bed but he just clung to me like a snake. Stoick had driven him starving for affection but he never knew where it would come from. At that moment, all I saw was a scared little boy wanting his father to comfort him after a nightmare. I manage to get Hiccup to let go and laid him down on his bed and tucked him in.

I slowly tried to walk away but I felt Hiccup's hand grab my arm tightly. I looked back at him, his eyes were half opened with small tears dripping down his cheek "Please don't go." he whispered.

He looked so helpless staring at me, I pulled up a chair beside the bed and gently rubbed my hand through his soft hair. He was craving attention and I didn't mind giving it to him. I gently brushed his bangs away from his face as I hummed a lullaby that Valka would sing every night when she was still pregnant with our son. I watched him fall deeper and deeper back to sleep, still clinging to my hand.

I knew he couldn't just go back to Berk or Dragon's Edge so I planned on taking him back to his real home. If he can change the minds of a village that used him then he can change the minds of his birth village. After all, he already changed my mind about dragons.