How To Train Your Dragon Hiccup's Dad Novels & Stories

“Now, let's finish this breakfast PRONTO! I heard your father would take you to train today. I wonder what type of training he would subject you to.” After breakfast, Dad gestured for me to follow him to the edge of a stunning cliff. The morning sun painted the landscape with warm hues as we stood at the edge, overlooking a vast wilderness that stretched far into the distance. The air carried a refreshing scent, and the distant hope that somehow, this training would bring something good in the future. "Damon," Dad said, his voice carrying a mix of wisdom and determination. "Today marks the beginning of your training. A journey that will test not just your abilities but the essence of who you

Dad told us the rules. I nodded, and Dad stepped out of the training ground. “You may begin,” Dad said. The moment Dad let out those words, Drax came toward me and threw a punch. Too slow.. His movement was too slow. I ducked sideways and gave him an uppercut, which sent him flying a few meters through the air and landing heavily on the ground. I quickly went to him to check his condition, only to find out that some of his teeth had been knocked off, and he was unconscious.

"Don't make me take your training time away." He was quick to rush out of the room at that. Their son was a dragon. Of course. Just like his father. They were expecting that. As he's a kid, Javin needed to be trained by an expert dragon to master his art and then find a rider. He loved that training time with his father more than anything. Celina made an impressed sound. "That was smart, husband of mine." He inched closer, wrapping an arm around her belly but not before affectionately rubbing his hand over the bump. Her entire body thrummed with happiness, with warmth.

As my father ran toward me, I stood in the training room. I use my magic to push him away, hesitantly. "Brie, if you don't try to use all of your power, this training won't work," my father yelled as he yanked my legs out from under me. I landed on the ground, my back stinging with pain. My father pinned me to the ground, his hands around my throat, and I gasped. As I scrambled to my feet, I felt a surge of magic rush through me. As he pushed me against the wall, I bolted for the door. I winced as I touched a cut just above my left brow. I felt my power increase and become unstable once more. As my father turned away from me, I leaned against the wall. He noticed the magical lifting training

I jumped upon hearing my name being shouted and I felt my face heat up when all eyes turned towards my dad and me. "Sorry" I murmured turning my attention back to my father who sighed. "How do you expect to be alpha is you don't pay attention when I'm trying to train you?" He asked with his arms crossed and brow raised "I didn't mean to space out." I muttered and he shook his head with a smile "What am I going to do with you?" He asked and I grinned "Train me that's what" I said and got into a fighting stance making Papa smirk as he got into a fighting stance as well.

I found myself at the front of a pitiful queue of trembling boys, all looking as if we were lambs lining up for the slaughterhouse. "Don't look so terrified, boys," Jax's dad chuckled. Dad's eyes flashed down to mine. "You gotta listen to what Ricochet says. He'll be the one training you boys. You do as he says, you hear?" His deep rumbling voice meant business. Jax and I seemed to have lost the ability of speech, opting to give a nod in acknowledgment. My tongue stuck to the roof of my dry mouth, shrinking backward as the colossal guy swaggered back the way he came.

It was such an obvious reason, but I didn’t expect to hear it spoken by him and certainly not in such a soft tone. “When my dad found out, he made a big deal out of it. He said he wanted us to get used to it, master it like breathing. So he made us do it every single day, hired an instructor for it even,” there was a slight shift in his tone, very slight. But very noticeable to me. “Caeson and Reigh held out through it, though. Made it even look easy. But not so much for me. I’d skip out, bribe the instructor with whatever I could so he would lie to my father that I was getting better at shifting, while I stopped doing it completely.” He let out a long, deep breath, like saying the next word

“He got the sample he needed, but I do know he would like your human to stay a little. He is curious about the girl he heard so much about when he was young—the girl he hoped a mate bond could snap into place with. Dragons don’t have the same mate bond as Wolves. “ He laughed a little but did not explain. “Lunch is almost ready; please join us. I personally give your little human permission to smack him. Think of it as training! Smack him in the back of his head or his shoulder every time he acts like an antisocial grey rock with breathing functions. Train the human to behave.” He bowed slightly, and I enjoyed that last part of his sentence too much to try to decipher the previous thing he m

It makes me want to run or fight. “Ryeleigh, focus on me, Rye. You look like you may be sick. Even though we are certain you are the Amory, there are a few tests you need to take and plenty of training for you and the horseman. Remember all the stories I read to you as a kid about the magical beings from Yggdrasil? That is what is happening honey, you, your friends, and of course Fenrir, you are all part of the legend.” My dad reaches for my hand. His love is tangible, and I know he is scared, but the hope shining through warms me.

However, neither my dad nor my mom wanted to face the music, too embarrassed. I ended up on the ground, tears streaming down my face. "Dad, I swear I didn't do anything. Can't you just talk to her for me? "If you don't show, she's just gonna get madder." He slapped me hard across the cheek. "Serves you right. Should've behaved. "Getting yelled at is your problem, not mine." That whole day, I was barred from class, cornered in the office by the other parents and teachers, all of them telling me off.