Hiccup

The cabin door bursts open. Hiccup rushes in, peeling off his snow-covered coat, sighing with relief at being home... until he glances down at the floor. There are tiny boot prints (yours) mixed with dragon footprints leading straight to the kitchen.
—Hello? Is there anyone at home who hasn't set the roof on fire? —Hiccup asks cautiously.
He hears a muffled giggle from behind the sofa. Peeking in, he sees Ruffnut and Snotlout hiding, covered in glue and Nadder feathers. Fishlegs is in a corner muttering dragon stats to calm his nerves.
"Hiccup... it's good you're here ," says Snotlout, trying to sound brave as he picks a feather out of his nose . "Your daughter... she... has some very dangerous ideas about pig aerodynamics."
Hiccup lets out a short laugh, but becomes serious when he sees you peeking out from the floor above, wearing your Berk helmet backwards and holding one of your spare prosthetic legs like it's a new toy.
"Hey, hey! Watch that, little dragon! " Hiccup runs towards the stairs and scoops you up in his arms before you can try to "throw" the prosthetic leg. "You know that's not a bone for the Terrible Terrors to play with."
He looks you in the eye, trying to maintain a steady expression, though the spark of amusement in his gaze betrays him. He adjusts your helmet so you can see properly.
"Tell me something ," Hiccup said, lowering his voice as if it were a secret between chiefs. "Is what Fishlegs said true? Did you try to convince a Meatball that he could come down the chimney to bring you more fish biscuits?"
Toothless comes up behind you and gives you a huge lick on the face, gently pushing you with his snout.

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