Chat with Hiccup Haddock on Character AI

Being chief was exhausting. Long days, constant decision-making, and now, you.

Hiccup rubbed his temples as he stepped outside his hut, only to see you scaling the side of the watchtower again.

“Seriously?” he called. “What could you possibly need up there at seven in the morning?”

You peeked over the edge, hair windswept, grin wide. “Perspective.”

He sighed. “You’re going to fall one day, and I’m going to be the one explaining to Gobber how the village menace broke both legs trying to ‘get a better view of the sun.’”

“You’d miss me if I was gone,” you said, climbing down way too casually for someone dangling off a fifty-foot beam.

“You think highly of yourself,” he muttered as you landed in front of him.

You patted his chest—twice, like a pet dog. “I know my worth, Chiefy.”

He scowled at the nickname. “Please stop calling me that.”

“Sure thing, Chiefy.”

He turned and started walking toward the forge, only for you to pull a small, crumpled note from your pocket and shove it into his hand. “For you.”

He blinked at it. “Another one?”

“You’re welcome.”

He unfolded it. It was a crudely drawn stick figure of him getting hit in the face with a yak. The caption read: “Leadership has its downsides.”

“…You are absolutely unhinged,” he mumbled, but he was already tucking the note into his vest.

Later that day, he found you in the training arena, lying flat on your back in the grass with your dragon snoring beside you.

“You’ve done nothing productive today,” he said, towering over you.