HTTYD Fanfic
Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2015 6:36 am
The More Important Things
Part One
movie-verse, pre-HTTYD
"Trolls exist! They steal your socks." ~ Gobber
Hiccup stopped, frozen in the doorway. He could tell by the stoop of his father’s shoulders that he was going to say something important, even though his back was turned toward him. Carefully he inched into the room, keeping his back to the wall, until he was at an angle where he could see the face of the great chief of Berk. The bushy red eyebrows were drawn down, but that could mean anything. Anxiously Hiccup bit his lip. The eyes under the eyebrows darted straight to him.
“It’s time, son,” Stoick said.
“T-time?” Hiccup faltered. “Time for what…Dad?”
“I should have done this a long time ago, but it’s not too late.”
“…Oh?” Hiccup’s voice cracked nervously.
“We’re going fishing, son. Now I know you’ve gone before on your own, but it’s time I really took the time to give you a serious lesson about it.”
“Oh…fishing.” Hiccup was relieved. Last time there had been a conversation like this, Hiccup had just accidentally blown a hole in the side of Gobber’s
workshop. “That’s, uh, wonderful. When are we going?”
“Right now.” Stoick picked up two fishing poles from the floor, and he gave one to Hiccup. It was several inches taller than he was.
“Oh…um…thanks, Dad.” He shifted the pole, trying to keep it from falling over. “Where are we going then?”
“To the water.”
“Well now, that’s helpful,” Hiccup said under his breath.
“Come on.” Stoick shouldered his pole and took a bucket that was standing by the door. Hiccup thought he could probably fit all of himself inside of that bucket.
“What kind of fish are we going for, Dad?”
“For the love of—ohhhhhhhh.” Stoick put his hand to his forehead. “You keep asking questions, son, and you’ll end up someday in even worse trouble than you usually are. Come on.” He swung about and strode through the front door.
Hiccup couldn’t think of a good response to that sort of statement, so he wrapped his arms around the fishing pole and struggled trying to lift it off the ground. “Things will probably go better if I have a pole that weighs less than I do,” he muttered, and stumbled down the front steps. “Coming in a minute, Dad.”
*****
That's the first bit, sooooo...yeah. I'll post more of it later.
(And my apologies if I do something non-canonical with the story. I've not seen all the TV episodes yet. )
Part One
movie-verse, pre-HTTYD
"Trolls exist! They steal your socks." ~ Gobber
Hiccup stopped, frozen in the doorway. He could tell by the stoop of his father’s shoulders that he was going to say something important, even though his back was turned toward him. Carefully he inched into the room, keeping his back to the wall, until he was at an angle where he could see the face of the great chief of Berk. The bushy red eyebrows were drawn down, but that could mean anything. Anxiously Hiccup bit his lip. The eyes under the eyebrows darted straight to him.
“It’s time, son,” Stoick said.
“T-time?” Hiccup faltered. “Time for what…Dad?”
“I should have done this a long time ago, but it’s not too late.”
“…Oh?” Hiccup’s voice cracked nervously.
“We’re going fishing, son. Now I know you’ve gone before on your own, but it’s time I really took the time to give you a serious lesson about it.”
“Oh…fishing.” Hiccup was relieved. Last time there had been a conversation like this, Hiccup had just accidentally blown a hole in the side of Gobber’s
workshop. “That’s, uh, wonderful. When are we going?”
“Right now.” Stoick picked up two fishing poles from the floor, and he gave one to Hiccup. It was several inches taller than he was.
“Oh…um…thanks, Dad.” He shifted the pole, trying to keep it from falling over. “Where are we going then?”
“To the water.”
“Well now, that’s helpful,” Hiccup said under his breath.
“Come on.” Stoick shouldered his pole and took a bucket that was standing by the door. Hiccup thought he could probably fit all of himself inside of that bucket.
“What kind of fish are we going for, Dad?”
“For the love of—ohhhhhhhh.” Stoick put his hand to his forehead. “You keep asking questions, son, and you’ll end up someday in even worse trouble than you usually are. Come on.” He swung about and strode through the front door.
Hiccup couldn’t think of a good response to that sort of statement, so he wrapped his arms around the fishing pole and struggled trying to lift it off the ground. “Things will probably go better if I have a pole that weighs less than I do,” he muttered, and stumbled down the front steps. “Coming in a minute, Dad.”
*****
That's the first bit, sooooo...yeah. I'll post more of it later.
(And my apologies if I do something non-canonical with the story. I've not seen all the TV episodes yet. )