I wasn't going to add anymore one-shots, but since many people enjoyed this; I decided to continue on with the little snippets from Hiccup's childhood.

(This request is from the same Guest #2)

Enjoy!

"It will work!" Hiccup called out after the dispersing children, "…It just has to…" he mumbled.

Six-year old Hiccup had been experimenting with Gobber's metal scraps earlier, and he had used them to make his very own dragon trap. He held up his invention—what we now would use to trap wild animals—and beamed, "I'm gonna show my daddy," he grinned, "I'm gonna show him that I'm going to be the best dragon trapper in the entire world!" he shouted, running off into the forest.

Stoick sighed heavily as he clomped his way into the forge, "Evening Gobber," he yawned, "I'm here to collect—I mean, get Hiccup."

Gobber's eyebrows lifted, "What'd you mean Stoick?" he asked.

Stoick glanced up at his friend, "Hiccup?" he asked, "…My son?" he said.

"I know who he is…I meant, what do you mean 'you're here to collect him'?" Gobber asked, "He left almost three hours ago!"

Stoick was now wide-awake, "What?!" he bellowed, "And you didn't think to tell me about this?!"

Gobber cringed, "I thought he had run home…or something…" Gobber said.

"This is Hiccup we're talking about; I don't think he's going to just run home," Stoick breathed.

Gobber chuckled nervously, "He couldn't have gone very far…why don't we go look for him?" he suggested.

"Nah..I think he can survive the dark, cold night alone…OF COURSE WE'RE GOING TO GO LOOK FOR HIM!" Stoick yelled, grabbing his friend by the scruff of his neck, "And you're coming with me."

Gobber swallowed, "Way ahead of you…Chief."

Hiccup quietly tip-toed through the forest, "If I could just catch even a little dragon…then I'm sure my daddy would want to be around me more…" he said, his voice full of determination.

He heard the leaves rustle beside him.

He jumped.

He swallowed, "I am not afraid…I am not afraid…I am not afraid!" he said, glancing at the darkening sky.

He bit his lip, "I wish my daddy was here…" he said, shaking his head, "No! I have to do this…by myself," he added quietly.

He gingerly set his trap down onto the ground, placing a few leaves on top of it; so it could cama—camo—cam…the thing that makes it hide in its' surroundings. He took a deep breath, took a few steps back, and admired his work. Heck, even Gobber hadn't made a trap as small as this! Hiccup grinned; now, if only a dragon would just—

A little green head poked out of a bush, momentarily surprising the boy. Hiccup threw himself behind a tree to observe…

The dragon—a Terrible Terror, he assumed—slowly walked toward his trap, smelling the fish that had been placed there earlier. Hiccup held his breath as the dragon came closer…closer…and…

"I did it!" Hiccup gasped, emerging from his hiding spot. He ran towards his trap to admire his first succesful invention-

The dragon was squealing and unnaturally twisting his body, trying to free himself. Hiccup could have sworn he saw a pleading look in the little dragons' eyes. Hiccup shook that thought off, 'Dragon's don't have emotions! Why else would they come and do everything that they please?' he father once said.

Hiccup stood over the defenseless dragon, who was starting to slow down his movements. Hiccup swallowed, why did he feel so bad for this dragon? Sure he wanted to impress his father…but did it have to be like this?

All thoughts and dreams of becoming a professional dragon slayer vanished as he bent down and extended his hand, "It's okay little dragon…" he cooed, "I'm going to get you out of here…" he said, releasing the trap.

The little dragon stared up at his savior blankly. He didn't dare budge, unsure of what this...human was capable of; although his...savior was only lamely swatting his hands in his direction, shouting the words "shoo!"...or something. The dragon slowly backed away, then bolted; not bothering to look over his shoulder again.

Hiccup sighed and slowly stood up, not bothering to pick up his broken trap. He began trudging back to the village, bracing himself for the humiliation Snotlout and the twins were going to throw at him.

"Where could he have gone? Where is he?!" Stoick yelled, whacking the branches out of his path.

"Um, Stoick? Taking your frustration out on the trees isn't going to help very much…" Gobber said.

Stoick whirled around, "Then would you rather have me use you?!" he yelled.

Gobber swallowed, "On second thought…the trees are the perfect choice…"

Stoick sighed in exasperation, "We have to find him before—"

"Find who?" Hiccup asked.

"We're looking for Hiccup, he disappeared a few hours ago," Gobber said.

Hiccup raised an eyebrow, "Um…Gobber?" he asked, gesturing to himself.

Gobber gasped, "Stoick! I've found him!"

Stoick ran over, "Hiccup!" he said, puling his son into a hug, "Don't you ever do that again! You hear me?" he said.

Hiccup hung his head, "Sorry daddy…" he said, "I just...wanted to make you proud of me…so I tried to catch a dragon, but—"

"You did?" Stoick cut him off, "Well done Hiccup, well done!" he praised, slapping his son on the back.

"Stoick…" Gobber started.

"Not now, Gobber," Stoick said, "Come on son, let's go to the Great Hall and celebrate!" he said, leaving a dumbfounded blacksmith behind.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Gobber cried.

Hiccup slightly grinned-

Maybe his "failed" invention, wasn't such a failure after all.

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Yes, I am still very busy…but I wanted to take a little break from studying.