I DO NOT OWN HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON

INT. STOICK'S HOUSE - Hiccup enters to see... STOICK, seated on a thick slice of tree-trunk. He is slouched over the fire-pit, stirring the coals with his axe.

Embers waft around his beard. Hiccup tries to sneak past, up the stairs to his room. Stoick seems none the wiser, when...

STOICK: Hiccup.

"Busted..." Hiccup sighed.

Astrid squeezed his had, Hiccup startled stared at her. he had forgotten they were still holding hands...

HICCUP (CAUGHT) Dad. Uh... Stoick stands, takes a deep breath.

HICCUP (CONT'D) I, uh... I have to talk to you, Dad.

STOICK I need to speak with you too, son. Hiccup and Stoick STRAIGHTEN at the same moment.

Some of the Viking chuckle/laugh loudly at how similar Hiccup and they Chief acted.

'Oh, here we go...' Hiccup whispered to Toothless.

'What do you mean?' Toothless tilted his head slightly.

HICCUP STOICK AT THE SAME TIME- I've decided I don't want to I think it's time you learn fight dragons. to fight dragons.

(BEAT) (BEAT) What? What?

Now all the Viking where laughing loudly.

Even Hiccup cracked a grin. it was pretty funny...

Snotlout and Astrid smiled when they saw Hiccup finally smiling.

STOICK (CONT'D) You go first.

HICCUP No, you go first.

'Totally should if went first...' Hiccup grumbled.

STOICK Alright. You get your wish. Dragon training. You start in the morning.

The teens shared nervous looks when they remembered how they had treated Hiccup that day.

HICCUP (SCRAMBLING) Oh man, I should've gone first.

Uh, 'cause I was thinking, you know we have a surplus of dragon-fighting Vikings, but do we have enough bread-making Vikings, or small home...

"...Really?" Gobber asked deadpan.

"Not. A. Word."

STOICK -You'll need this. Stoick hands Hiccup his axe. Hiccup avoids taking it.

Stoick frowned slightly remembering this moment.

HICCUP: I don't want to fight dragons.

Hearing this all the teens watched the screen more intently.

STOICK: Come on. Yes, you do.

HICCUP: Rephrase. Dad I can't kill dragons.

STOICK: But you will kill dragons.

HICCUP: No, I'm really very extra sure that I won't.

STOICK: It's time Hiccup.

HICCUP: Can you not hear me?

Stoick frowned even more with his brows furrowed as he heard Hiccup say more and more.

STOICK This is serious son! Stoick forces the axe into Hiccup's hands. Its weight drags him down. He looks up to see Stoick set aglow with firelight.

"...Intimidating much?" Rose snorted from behind Hiccup where she stood.

Astrid glared at Rose while Hiccup jumped slightly in surprise.

STOICK (CONT'D) When you carry this axe... you carry all of us with you.

"Yeah, no pressure at all." Hiccup said sarcastically.

Which means you walk like us.

You talk like us.

You think like us.

No more of... (GESTURING NON- specifically at Hiccup) ... this.

"Thanks...again..." Hiccup muttered sadly.

HICCUP You just gestured to all of me.

Again they were all shocked by the hurt in Hiccups voice.

Stoick sighed when he too noticed how he had hurt his son, he never meant to hurt him!

STOICK Deal?

HICCUP This conversation is feeling very one-sided.

The teens were starting to feel bad for Hiccup, while Snotlout and Spitlout were confused. They never noticed how strained Hiccup and Stoick's relationship was.

STOICK DEAL?! Hiccup glances at the axe in his hands. It's a no-win argument.

HICCUP (RESIGNED) Deal. Satisfied, Stoick grabs his helmet and duffel bag... and heads for the door.

STOICK Good. Train hard. I'll be back. Probably.

HICCUP And I'll be here. Maybe.

"Maybe? Where would you of gone?" Astrid whispered leaning in closer to Hiccup.

"Ah...I...err...I sometimes think about leaving berk..." Hiccup answered hesitantly.

"Hiccup...no, please? You can't leave! You can't leave m-!" Astrid cut herself off and started to blush.

Hiccup started to blush as well, he knew what Astrid was going to say, he gave her hand a light squeeze.

Stoick heads out the door, leaving Hiccup holding the axe.

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Yeah... I'm sorry it's so short!

but hey! two in one day!