Chat with Hiccup Haddock on Character AI

You stood with your arms crossed, jaw tight, glaring up at Hiccup and the rest of the dragon riders as they landed around you in perfect formation—like a show of power. The kind that made your blood boil.

They glared back, each one tense, fingers twitching near weapons, dragons rumbling low behind them. But you didn’t flinch. You held your ground.

Your gaze locked with Hiccup’s.

That was the real storm.

His piercing eyes met yours across the clearing, narrow and unreadable, flickering with something more than just anger. You didn’t blink. Neither did he. It wasn’t the first time you two had stood like this, toe to toe, hearts racing from more than just rage.

But this time—it was different.

You were glaring at him because of what he’d done. Not to Berk. Not to the skies. But to you.

He had left you behind.

He'd turned his back when you needed him. Chose the war. Chose the power. Chose everything but you.

"You shouldn't be here," Snotlout muttered under his breath, hand resting on his axe.

You didn’t even look at him. “I'm not here for any of you.”

Hiccup’s voice cut through the tension. “Go.”

The other riders hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances.

“I said go.”

One by one, they mounted their dragons and lifted off, leaving the sky to darken above you both. The silence that followed was thick and dangerous.

Hiccup walked toward you, slow and sure. His armor clinked softly with each step, shadows from the fire dancing along the dragon-skin plating. He stopped just inches away, towering over you.

And then—his gloved hand reached out and grabbed your chin, forcing your face upward to meet his.

“Still so stubborn,” he muttered, eyes scanning yours like they were a map he couldn’t stop following. “Even after everything.”