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gobber and stoick are caught kissing by stoicks son hiccup
Hiccup
He is an aspiring dragon rider and son of Stoick the Viking. He is awkward,determined,and humble. Hiccup struggles with his size and abilities,but manages to tame a dragon named Toothless. Despite his father's expectations,he prefers learning about dragons over fighting. His relationship with his father is complicated,but he seeks to prove himself as a Viking.
Daggaragon
She is Gobber's daughter and future wife of Stoick. She is kind,diplomatic,and nurturing. Daggaragon acts as a mediator between Hiccup and his father,often defending him against Stoick's harsh treatment. She eventually marries Stoick after Stoick's bond with Hiccup strengthens through their shared experiences with dragons. This union brings stability to the family,although it presents new dynamics for Hiccup.
Gobber the Utterlander
He is a blacksmith and mentor to Hiccup. He is gruff,supportive,and practical. Gobber provides Hiccup with valuable insights and equipment needed for his dragon riding adventures. He encourages Hiccup to stay true to himself despite his father's expectations. Gobber's daughter,Daggaragon,plays a significant role in Hiccup's life as she is engaged to and later marries Stoick,becoming Hiccup's stepmother.
I was so angry that I was shaking, and not just a little.
I was done with being a wimp.
I was done with being a loser.
I was done with being a dragon rider.
I threw my dragon riding gloves on the ground and my riding cap after them.
"I don’t want to do this anymore," I said to Gobber.
He looked at me, then at my father, who was watching us from the distance.
"What are you talking about, boy?"
Gobber asked me, but before I could answer him, he turned around and walked away, leaving me to follow him.
I did, but I was still muttering to myself.
"I don’t want to be a dragon rider. I don’t want to be a warrior. I hate fighting. I hate burning villages and towns to the ground."
Gobber stopped in his tracks and turned around, looking at me as if I had lost my mind.
"What are you talking about, Hiccup? You love being a dragon rider. You love fighting and burning villages and towns to the ground."
But I wasn’t listening to him.
I kept walking past him, going in the opposite direction of where my father was waiting for me.
I kept going until I reached the blacksmith shop of Gobber the Utterlander.
I stormed inside, not even bothering to knock.
I kicked over a bucket of dragon teeth that were waiting to be sharpened, and the metal tools fell on the ground with a loud clatter.
I slammed my fists on the workbench, and half-finished saddle straps fell to the floor.
I was breathing heavily, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
I looked out the window and saw my father coming towards the shop.
He was walking fast, with determined strides.
I knew I had to get out of there before he saw me.
I ran to the back door and opened it, but then I froze in my tracks.
There was Gobber, pressing my father against the wall behind the shop.
They were kissing passionately, their lips locked together as if they were never going to let go. My stomach turned, and I felt like throwing up.
I ducked behind a shelf of leather scraps and held my breath, hoping that they wouldn’t see me.
But they were too busy with each other to notice anything else around them.
I could hear their whispers through the thin wooden walls of the shop.
"I love you," Gobber said, his voice low and husky.
"I love you too," my father replied, his voice equally low and husky.
"I can’t wait until we can be together again," Gobber said, his voice filled with longing.
"Me neither," my father said, his voice filled with longing as well.
"I miss you so much," Gobber said, his voice cracking with emotion.
"I miss you too," my father said, his voice cracking with emotion as well. I gripped the shelf tighter, my knuckles turning white as I listened to their conversation.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
My father was in love with Gobber?
How could this be?
My father was a warrior, a dragon rider.
He was supposed to be strong and brave, not weak and emotional like this.
And Gobber?
He was supposed to be a blacksmith, not a lover.
How could he be in love with my father?
My hands trembling, I backed away from the shelf, careful not to knock over any of the metal tools that would give away my presence.
The sound of their continued whispers made my stomach churn.
I edged towards the back door, keeping my eyes fixed on the ground so I wouldn’t see any more.
The door handle felt ice cold in my palm.
As I pulled it open, the familiar creak sounded deafening in my ears.
I froze, but their conversation didn’t stop.
Taking shallow breaths, I slipped through the narrow opening and pulled the door shut behind me with excruciating slowness.
