Hiccup x Reader (ʜᴛᴛʏᴅ)

[1x3]

The three of you walked to the house, both Hiccup and you were quite, pretty much done on trying to convince anyone that he did in fact shoot down a Night Fury— TWO Night Fury's since no one would take you both seriously.

"He really did hit two." You spoke up after a moment, trying to convince Gobber once again.

He let out a small sigh, patting your shoulder. "Sure, Y/N."

"He never listens." Hiccup complained, running a hand through his hair as his shoulders slumped forward.

"It runs in the family." Gobber commented.

"And-And when he does, it's always with this...disappointed scowl, like someone skimped on meat on his sandwich." He joked at the end, walking up to the front porch as turning around to look at Gobber.

You stood on the other side of the porch, crossing your arms and leaning on the wooden wall.

"Excuse me, barmaid. I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring." He mimicked his father, pointing over to you as if you were the barmaid. "I ordered an extra-large boy, with beefy arms extra guts and glory on the side." He pointed to nothing, turning his attention back to you.

You cracked a smile at his surprisingly good impression of his father. You brought a hand to your mouth and bit on your knuckle, trying your best to hold back a laugh.

"This here, this is a talking fishbone." He sighed, finishing his imitation.

You cleared your throat, catching both of the guys' attention. "Barmaid, I think you brought me the wrong daughter. I wanted her to be just like her mother and I, but look at her, she's just like Stoick's boy!" You mimicked your father the best you could from what you remembered. You waved your arms around, pointing a finger on Hiccup's chest. "How is she gonna fight a dragon with her...weak...uhh...hands! She can barely hold a sword."

Hiccup chucked softly, clearing his throat to do his mimic again. "Exactly. The two of them can't even fight. They're no fit to be dragon killers." He waved a finger in your face, stopping when Gobber spoke up.

"You're both thinking about this wrong. It's not so much what you look like, it's what's inside he can't stand." Gobber reassured with a smile.

You both stared at him with uncertainty, mouths agape as you tried to process what he just said. "Thank you for summing that up." Hiccup spoke up, his voice sounding a little deeper than it was before his impression. He turned to the door, putting a hand on the handle before Gobber spoke up again.

"Look, the point is, stop trying so hard to be something you're not." Gobber offered a kind smile, trying to hint to you both that you should stop faking the fact that he shot down Night Fury's.

You let out a sigh, looking at Hiccup as he opened the door, stepping inside and waiting for you to follow. "We just want to be like you guys." You muttered out, glancing at the blond before walking into the house, the door closing right behind you.

Gobber sighed, gently shaking his head and turning away and walking off.

Hiccup grabbed your hands, pulling you to the back doors. "Come on, you." He teased, a smirk forming at his lips. "We've got dragons to see."