The three-year old Hiccup ran as fast as his small legs could carry him. It was not fast enough. He saw the ship sailing further away, his brother on it. "TOOTHLESS!" He screamed, tears in his eyes. On the ship, a little Night Fury lifted his head. He knew that voice. "Oh, Hiccup. I'm sorry." On shore, Hiccup kept staring at the ship that took his brother. A hand was on his shoulder. "Hiccup, try to understand, he is a dragon, a monster. He can't," Solick stopped as the three-year old turned, his eyes full of fie. "HE'S MY BROTHER!" Stoick looked at his son. "That thing is no,"
"It's because mommy died, is that it!? You are blaming Toothless for it because he's different!" with that, the three-year old turned and fled from his dad. Stiok watched his son's swiftly retreating back. "Oh, son. It is better if you forget he was ever born."
Hiccup sighed as he watched the other fighters. He did not want to be stuck in Gobbler's shop any more. He was not a little kid any more, he was 14, for crying out loud! How was he going to impress Astrid, the prettiest girl in his village, if he could not get out? He tried to leave, only to get caught. Despite the teen's protest, Gobbler did not let his young apprentice out.
Hiccup snuck out the back to a point over a watch tower. That was what The Night Fury always went after, the towers. At that point, Toothless was heading towards the tower, no idea his twin was watching for him. Hiccup saw the Night Fury's selluete just as he exploded the tower. He aimed, not knowing it was his brother. Toothless felt the rope wrap around him, pinning his wings to the side. "Holy crap!" he yelped as he fell.
Hiccup grinned. "Alright! Did anybody see that?" He got his answer in the form of a low, rumbling growl.