Everyone sat around a table in the mead hall. Considering the fact that they couldn't do any dragon training today ("Good job, Snotlout." "Hey, give me a break Astrid. How should I know that it explodes like that?"), they decided to talk about anything that came to mind, from dragons to how Tuffnut was once mistaken as a girl. It was a lighthearted conversation that they rarely have these days, and they enjoyed it, of course.

The hall was filled with most of the Vikings in Berk. Laughter and cheers erupted in the large gathering space, so they didn't notice a certain brunet resting his head on the table, poking at his mug lazily with a knife.

That is, until he said those three words.

"Gobber. I'm bored."

Those sitting around him and within earshot –other than the young dragon trainers— suddenly froze and quickly turned their heads with wide eyes at the chief's son, and Gobber himself was shocked by the statement, to the point where he dropped the piece of meat he was about to bite onto. Hiccup didn't notice, mostly not caring, about the reactions that he twirled his knife around in his hand with a certain look growing on his face. His I'm-getting-a-great-idea-forming-up-in-my-head-and-it-involves-my-knife look. Oh how Gobber despised that look on that freckled face.

"Ooooh nonono. Not that look. Ye ain' gonna do anythin' as long as there's potential victims around ya, lad." Gobber said this firmly as he narrowed his eyes at his apprentice. Of course, he was rewarded with a simple innocent look.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Gobber."

"Yes. Ya do."

"No, I don't."

"Ye do, and don' argue with me. Last time you were bored, Bucket ended up with a knife in his shoulder."

"I was 10 when that happened."

"An' remember the time ya dropped that stone on yer cousin's head from the roof?"

"I'm still like...2% worth the blame for Snotlout's personality. The other 98% is from birth."

"You set a boat on fire."

"Minor accident."

"You broke a hammer in 3 hours."

"I'll admit, that was fun."

"So if you're bored, go play with Toothless. Without your knife."

"Fine." With that, Hiccup handed Gobber his knife and walked of the mead hall, calling out Toothless' name.

That was the day Gobber almost prevented a bored Hiccup to cause destruction. Almost. The day ended with Stoic spending 5 hours looking for his helmet, and Hiccup peacefully sleeping in front of his house using Toothless' wing as a blanket.

A/N: A long awaited new chapter of this series of oneshots. I'm somewhat proud of this. Sort of. I know that I could do better with this, but I dunno how. So. This is all you get.

You know the drill, people! REVIEW. AND TELL ME WHAT I SHOULD WRITE. Oh, FYI, next chapter is going to be with younger Hiccup. I'm going for lil' Hiccup for every other chapter. So ideas for little Hiccups are needed as well.