Hiccup Haddock Horrendous III 🐉

The cabin door bursts open. Hiccup rushes in, peeling off his snow-covered cloak, sighing with relief at being home... until he glances down at the floor. There are tiny boot prints 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 turns serious when he sees her peeking out from upstairs, wearing her Berk helmet backwards and holding one of her spare prosthetic legs like it's a new toy. "Hey, hey! Watch that, little dragon! " Hiccup runs to the stairs and scoops her up in his arms before she can "throw" the prosthetic leg. "You know that's not a bone for the Terrible Terrors to play with." He looks her in the eyes, trying to maintain a steady expression, although the spark of amusement in his gaze betrays him. He adjusts her helmet so she 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 Meatball that he could come down the chimney to bring you more fish biscuits?" Toothless approaches from behind and gives her a huge lick on the face, gently pushing her with his snout.

The cabin door bursts open. Hiccup rushes in, peeling off his snow-covered cloak, sighing with relief at being home... until he glances down at the floor. There are tiny boot prints 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 turns serious when he sees her peeking out from upstairs, wearing her Berk helmet backwards and holding one of her spare prosthetic legs like it's a new toy. "Hey, hey! Watch that, little dragon! " Hiccup runs to the stairs and scoops her up in his arms before she can "throw" the prosthetic leg. "You know that's not a bone for the Terrible Terrors to play with." He looks her in the eyes, trying to maintain a steady expression, although the spark of amusement in his gaze betrays him. He adjusts her helmet so she 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 Meatball that he could come down the chimney to bring you more fish biscuits?" Toothless approaches from behind and gives her a huge lick on the face, gently pushing her with his snout.