Un-beta'd so please forgive any glaring errors. As always, constructive criticism is welcome.

HTTYD: A Son's Place

The day was bright and clear. It had the kind of warmth that had the crisp edge of the lingering winter but promised the high heat of summer.

High up, above the village of Berk on one of the biggest hills overlooking the Viking village was Hiccup. Still dressed relatively warm to guard against the briskness of the spring air, he was soaking up the warm rays of the high sun. He was sheltered on one side from the spring breeze by his dark companion, who was also stretched out on the new grass, enjoying the sunshine. A shadow pasted over Hiccup as Toothless stretched his wings up and over Hiccup, cutting off the sunlight.

Hiccup mumbled a protest and reached to out punch Toothless in the shoulder lazily. The dragon warbled softly but obediently closed his wings.

The pair lay in peace for a few more moments before... "HICCUP!"

Hiccup groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes. Astrid... There was the sound of footsteps and then a harsh kick to his foot.

"Hey!"

Looking up, Astrid stood over Hiccup, arms crossed, scolding frown firmly in place.

"Come on, Hiccup! The other clans' ships will be pulling into the docks any moment. You can't be late."

Sitting up, Hiccup looked out over the village to the ocean beyond and sure enough he could see the myriad of sails decorating the sea's blue surface, bobbing merrily along to the village of Berk.

It was time yet again for the annual Clan Gathering and Viking Games. Normally, the main topic of discussion at the Gathering was the pesky issue of the dragon raids. This year however, while the topic would still likely pertain to the dragons, it would have an entirely different tone. Now that the dragons were a cooperative part of Berk's new lifestyle. Normally, Hiccup dreaded the Gathering and Games, for obvious reasons. Now though, things were different.

"Well, then!" Hiccup hopped up nimbly. "I best be off then." Before Astrid could say anything Hiccup had pecked her swiftly on the cheek and darted away.

Toothless, always so attuned to Hiccup, was up and ready for Hiccup to leap aboard, both feet in the stirrups. A small click of his false foot settling into place and Toothless was effortlessly airborne, leaving Astrid on the hill making a sharp squawk of indignation.

They glided down from the hill, smoothly over the peaks of the village. A beat of Toothless' wings carried them higher over the docks, where he could see his father, Gobber and the village elders greeting the first ship to dock. It appeared to be Chief Ironhand from one of the clans far to the south. As Toothless and Hiccup spiraled down, no one was looking up. So it made it so much more of a surprise to everyone when Hiccup and Toothless dropped down onto a stack of crates beside Stoick. The other chief was so startled by the sudden appearance of a dragon in their midst that he could do nothing but gape, jaw hanging open like a beached fish.

"Well, I did say in the last missive that we had something to discuss about the dragons." Stoic looked slightly abashed as he said this but when he looked over at Hiccup there was no mistaking the pride in his gaze.

Hiccup couldn't help but sit a little taller, a bubbling feeling of happiness deep in his chest. Yes, here. Finally he had found it. His place.

Author's Notes:

This is for everyone who faved/commented/followed A Father's Place. I had originally intended to just write that little ficlet but it received a much more positive response than I had expected and I wanted to show my appreciation. So thank you to you all! 3