Bonus:

"Mornin' Stoick!" Phlegma called out as she passed him on his way back from the Meade Hall.

"Mornin' Mrs Henrikson." Stoick replied, politely.

Stoick had awoken late that morning, as had many others in the village. The aftermath from the festival the night before was evident as Stoick made his way back from the Meade Hall after having a hearty breakfast. He rubbed his temples as he trudged over the grass, belly filled with fresh bread and porridge.

The evenings festivities had been a success. Hiccup had done brilliantly. His son had grown into a man and he couldn't have been happier with the man that he had become. He even managed to do alright leading those dances! Stoick smiled under his great beard, eyes curling at the edges.

He hadn't seen Hiccup since last night. Throughout the evening, he had constantly seen him with the Hofferson girl (as always) and he had found his son had already fallen asleep by the time had made his way from festival in the early hours of the morning. When Stoick rose that morning, he discovered that Hiccup had already left with Toothless. He was hoping to catch him and congratulate him for his great efforts last night.

But alas, the boy had his own agenda. He always had.

Rounding the corner of their house, Stoick noted both Toothless and Astrid's Nadder, Stormfly playing on the roof.

"You keep my tiles in order, Dragon!" Stoick shouted up to Toothless as tiles slid from the roof and shot down at Stoick's feet. Stormfly cocked her head to her side, curiously, at him as he addressed them.

The Hooligan chief grumbled to himself "...Just fixed those tiles." As he approached the door, nothing prepared him for what he would see when he pushed it open

Swinging the door wide, Stoick was in mid motion of taking off his helmet when he realised he had stumbled upon and ... Intimate moment between his son and the young Hofferson.

The two teenagers were lip locked, leaning against the kitchen table. There was a flurry of hands over leather as they kissed up a storm.

Stoick blinked. He did not know what to do.

"Err."

The mumble came out without his consent.

The two Viking teens jerked apart and whipped around to locate the intruder. Hiccup's eyebrows flew up as he spotted his father standing in the doorway and he hastily righted his clothing and flattened his wildly scruffy hair. Astrid, stood fiddling with the studs on her skirt and staring at the ground, cheeks red.

"Dad!" Hiccup flexed his fingers out a couple of times as Stoick looked over the two of them. Their guilt and embarrassment was… well, highly amusing. Stoick had only guessed as much was happening. Six viking teenagers alone on an island, with no guardians— something had to give. He still had said nothing.

Hiccup started inching toward the stairs, tugging Astrid along with him. He could tell the two were keen to leave before Stoick fell into a fit of shouting.

"HAHAHAH!" Stoick bellowed, stopping the two in their tracks, looking startled. He threw his head back and laughed to the gods.

Hiccup and Astrid looked at each other wearily before Stoick shouted "Its high time, you two!" He continued to guffaw heartily, holding his belly.

Hiccup's shoulder slumped as he rolled his eyes and started pulling Astrid up the stairs, his fathers laughter echoing up to his loft.

"Now this is a season to celebrate! Just wait till I tell Gobber!"

Hiccup had turned back with his mouth wide open to rebut, his index finger pointing in the air. Yet, there was a slam of the front door and the two teenagers heard the Chief hurriedly making his way to the forge beyond the huts walls…