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He should be over there, Gobber decided of his current situation. Instead his hand reached for a freshly filled mug of ale, and his bottom remained firmly in his seat.
He should be over there, standing next to his best friend. Not using the last of his sobriety to fight down inappropriate urges to throttle Stoick, to resist challenging his battle-brother to Hólmgang.
He should be over there, supporting the new couple. Gobber licked his lips, tasting the guilt, shame and anger that tainted an otherwise fine drink.
He should be over there, telling the joke that has everyone laughing. Instead it's Ack who caused the uproarnot through a joke but by stumbling headfirst over a mead barrel. Stoick slaped a hand to his belly and laughs, bold and free. His new wife bumped his shoulder with a chuckle of her own.
Despite all he had drank that evening, Gobber struggled with a dry swallo
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Hiccup stared at the door veined with age and colored by weather and suffered its unwelcoming silence. A heavy breath rushed from between his lips. He craned his neck back, seeking some outside source of strength. Toothless, absolutely unwelcome in this home, gave Hiccup a nod of encouragement from his perch on the roof.
Without further stalling Hiccup let himself into the chief's house, all the while feeling uncomfortably an outsider in his childhood home. There was no cause for knocking; he knew his father waited for him.
He also knew a difficult, albeit long-overdue, conversation waited for him.
The room he entered was dark from shuttered windows and poor lightingthe only source of which arose from the hearth central to the space, blocked by a broad and stooped back.
Stoick hardly seemed surprised to have his son slip in as quietly as he had. He didn't so much as turn, instead jabbing at the fire a couple more times and sending a halo of embers into the air.