Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third sat silently in his small workshop that Gobber had given him awhile back to do whatever Hiccup does.

Gobber was like a second father to him, out of everyone in his small village Gobber was his favorite, he'd never given up on him, or thought him useless always standing up for the small Viking boy like he was his own unlike his father.

The candle light beside him flickered as a light cold breeze squeezed itself though the small spaces in the wooden walls. He sat silently drawing a new design he'd pictured in his head the other day. The sound of hammering came from outside his small closed in workspace where he's been sitting for what seemed like hours drawing and writing small notes about his newest design.

All Hiccup wanted was to fit in to belong. He wanted to be a true Viking that his father would be proud of, to have his father smile down at him and tell him that he's happy that he's his son. He wanted his father to have faith in him for once.

He's never killed a dragon not even close. He seemed to only get in the way when he did try to help. At one point he was sent with the other teens to put out fires when dragons attacked there small village. While houses where being burnt down Hiccup was busy just trying to get the overfilled bucket of water off the ground to help put them out. The other teens including the girls did it without a sweat.

"Useless!" The people would call him while running by axes and swords in hand chasing down dragons stoping them from burning down more homes and stealing more animals.

That was the first and last day they let him help. Stoick the vast the chief of the Hairy hooligans tribe and Hiccup's father had strictly demanded that Hiccup stays in doors when attacked by dragons or other Vikings, that there was nowhere for him to work or help out the village.

He had never felt so useless when his father spoke those words and every villager agreed expect for Gobber the belch a big man with interchangeable hands and Stoick's best friend. That same night they sat in the chiefs house in silence until Gobber looked towards Stoick a frown written across his face.

The flames sparked in the fireplace as Gobber spoke. "He can help out Stoick."

Hiccup had silently listened to the two at the table staring down at the cold bowl of soup sat in front of him. The two man sat a few feet from the fire place that softly lit part of the house. "How Gobber? The boy can't even lift a bucket of water!" Snapped his father making Hiccup slump in his chair. "No, but he can help me out in the forge. I've been needing an extra hand...ye know since I've only got one." He said lifting the hammer that replaced his hand.

Hiccup didn't bother looking up already knowing his fathers answer. And he was right.

"Gobber, did ya not hear what I said? The boy can't lift a bucket of water..how's he supposed to help you build and lift weapons?"

Gobber sighed. "Give e'm uh chance Stoick, ye never know he could be really handy and give me someone to talk to." After a while of silence he finally agreed but his demand still stood strong. Hiccup was not allowed out of the forge when being attacked.

So to this day he stayed in the forge mostly in his small room where he drew till his hand went dead from exhaustion. If he wasn't there then he'd most likely be in the woods exploring hoping to find something new or in his room where he stayed till morning not wanting to be reminded of how much he disappointed his father every time he looked at him and saw the deep frown on his face.

With a smile he laid the pencil down as he looked over his design. He had a feeling that this would work, that this wouldn't be another one of his let downs..this time he was going to kill a dragon and make his father proud, the village would be proud and he'd finally be one of them not so useless anymore...and maybe he'd even get the prettiest girl in the whole village...Astrid..blushing at the thought he scratched his head while looking over the drawling. "Now I just have to make it.." He mumbled to himself.

A stinging pain throbbed in between his thumb and finger. A pain he knew to well. Looking down he saw the red blister forming. With a sigh he stood from the chair stretching his arms out. He hadn't stood for what seemed like hours and his butt was numb. Frowning he decided to go check to see if Gobber needed any help.

The chilly air hit him when he opened the door, Gobber stood hammering away at metal while mumbling to himself. "Hey Gobber." He stopped in midair and turned towards Hiccup a smile forming on his face. "Ah, Hiccup I thought ye died in there. What you been doing?" He asked turning back to what he'd been doing. Hiccup shrugged as he made his way over to the blonde headed man who smelled of fish and...dead. "Not much, just drawling." He nodded. "Ye doing one of ya designs again?" Scratching his head he nodded. "Y-yeah but this time Gobber...this time it's going to work!"

The big man sighed turning to the smaller boy behind him. "Hiccup, you've been telling that same story since the first time ye made one of you're designs.." Hiccup shook his head. "But I can feel it..it'll work." Gobber turned away. "And the one before this one almost killed a man.." With a nervous chuckle he mumbled. "He only had a concussion..." Gobber gave him a serious face. "Not good Hiccup, now enough talk get ta work." With a quick nod he went and started the fire so he could start welding.

He didn't mind so much working in the forge, he liked to have someone to talk to and even better it so happened to be his favorite person in the village. Even though he proved his father wrong, that he could make weapons and help out in some way his father never said anything about it. He never asked what he made or even how his day was normally when he got home he'd get a hi from his dad and that was it. There was never talking among father and son, the only time they had a long discussion was when his father was letting out his frustration about how much he sucked at being a Viking and son.

He didn't care to go home, he'd rather stay in the forge drawling and making stuff, he enjoyed being around someone who also seemed to enjoy his company.

He didn't have anyone to talk to so when he did he talked there ear off...well his ear since Gobber was the the only one who cared to hear anything Hiccup had to say.

After Hiccup finished the sword he'd been hammering he quickly stuck it in the cold water smoke filling the air, sweat dripped from his chin as he lifted it out placing it on the wooden table. A hand clapped onto his shoulder, he looked up into the smiling face that obviously belonged to Gobber. "Good job Hiccup, if you'd like you can head home." He looked to the twilight sky. "About ta get dark."

Hiccup smiled with a shake of his head. "I think I'm gonna stay for a bit." Gobber nodded knowing what the boy was planning to do. "Ye better not kill anyone Hiccup." With that the man turned and left leaving Hiccup alone. He turned and went back to his small workshop grabbing his paper and going back into the forge where he started on his new design. "This time...it'll work."

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So I decided to start on a new fanfic, I hope it's okay I've been thinking about this all day and decided to start writing it...hopefully it's good please leave a review and I apologize for any MS words! Thank you for reading!