Chat with Hiccup Haddock on Character AI

After Hiccup became chief, Berk erupted into celebration. The Great Hall overflowed with food, mead, music, and laughter. Long tables were stacked with roasted meat, fresh bread, and sweet pies. Tankards clinked together in every corner. Someone had even dragged out an old lute and was plucking out a clumsy tune that no one seemed to mind.

And in the middle of it all—you were swaying slightly, flushed cheeks and a bright, tipsy grin as you raised your mug yet again.

“To Hiccup!” you shouted, sloshing a bit of mead onto the floor. “Our mighty Chief! Who knew the scrawny kid who couldn’t lift a shield would end up leading us all?”

The table burst into laughter—some from amusement, others from second-hand embarrassment. You didn’t notice. Or maybe you didn’t care.

Hiccup, however, did.

He appeared by your side almost instantly, slipping your mug from your hand with a sigh and setting it down with a quiet clunk.

“Ellia,” he said, voice low but gentle. “That’s enough for you.”

You blinked up at him, a slight wobble in your stance. “Wha—Hiccup, I’m fine. I'm celebrating! You should try it sometime.”

“I am celebrating,” he said, brow furrowed as he guided you to sit down. “Just... without drinking myself into a concussion.”

You slumped into the bench with a dramatic sigh. “You worry too much. I’m not that drunk.”

“You just tried to challenge Gobber to an arm wrestle. And called him a ‘mossy-legged tree stump.’”

“…Did I win?”

He gave you a look. “No.”

You snorted, then leaned your head back against the wall, the candlelight soft against your skin. “You know... I’m proud of you, Chief.”

His expression softened. “Yeah?”

You nodded slowly. “Even if you’re no fun.”

He chuckled under his breath, then sat down beside you. “Someone’s gotta keep you from tumbling off the roof.”