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Hiccup is stuck in the Plaza with nothing to do. Stoick and Gobber try to help him. |
It started thirteen days ago. Hiccup got in the biggest trouble of his life; it got him his first spanking and a lot of other punishments, like staying in the village for six weeks. It was embarrassing: everyone knew how much heâd been stupid and blown it, but he had to see people and have dignity, so he did. He thought the worst part was everyone knowing he messed up and harassing him for it, but people stopped caring about that, and there was the real worst part. Hiccup was bored. Nothing ever happened in the village, nothing good, anyway. People came to the plaza for the shops and share gossip, and he didnât have any money to spend. Nobody wanted to spend time with a six-year-old; they had their own things to do. Hiccup measured the length and width of the plaza twice. It was two hundred and seventy-four Hiccup foot prints wide and four hundred and ten of his footprints long, and the measuring was not nearly enough to keep him busy. It was dusty and made his throat dry, but staying still in the early winter weather was an awful idea. He climbed the stairs to the Mead hall three times in a row, but had to sit down on the fourth attempt. Working was okay, but no one gave him any chores to do. to do and spent a lot of time with Gobber. He loved Gobber, but being bored at the forge wasnât much better than regular boredom. He used to be able to sit in there, but he wasnât allowed to climb for six weeksâanother punishmentâand he had to climb to sit on his stool. Hiccup knew not to attempt an escape. Heâd tried standing near the outskirts and backing up, but Mrs. Ingerman grabbed him by the ear and hauled him in front of his father, who said if Hiccup tried that again, heâd be confined to the plaza. Gobber offered to chain him to the forge; his dad thought about it and told Gobber, âNo, not yet.â Hiccup didnât know if his dad was serious, but he wasnât idiot enough to test him. He did everything he could think up and when he ran out of ideas he became desperate. There had to be something he hadnât tried yet. Gobber wanted him outside the forgeâsitting on his stool inside was the only place Hiccup was allowed to goâand Hiccupâs frustration led him to try whining. âThereâs nothing to do, Gobber.â He never looked up from his sharpening.âIâm sure you can occupy yourself, lad. Thereâs always something to do.â âThere isnât anything. Iâve practiced my runes and figuring and done all the reading I can. Dad wonât let me bring anything outside to study, because theyâre the family and Chiefâs records, and they canât get destroyed. I can't go in the forge with you and nobody else is around.â That was Snotloutâs idea. When he heard Hiccup was confined to the village, he thought up a ton of stuff to do outside of town: hikes, races, climbing, hide-and-hunt. Now the other kids were gone, playing games and having adventures without him. âThere has to be a job or an errand or a message I can run. Please, Gobber, donât you need help?â Gobber raised his eyebrow. âHow are you supposed to help me if you canât come in?â âI can fetch you something to eat. Youâre hungry, right?â Gobber inspected the axe. âAye, my stomachâs feeling hollow. Get me a loaf of the good oat bread from the bakery, then. Hereâs a silver for the purchase.â Hiccup took the money and walked slowly across the plaza, savoring the errand. He entered the building and waited to be noticed; startling the baker might result in burns. The baker turned toward him. âAh, Hiccup. How are you, lad?â âIâm fine, Mr. Iverson. How are you?â âIâm doing well.â âHowâs Mrs. Iverson? I hope she is well.â Hiccup dragged out the conversationâit might be the only one he had today with someone that wasnât his dad or Gobber. The baker chuckled. âAye, Hiccup, she is fine, too. Did you come to ask after me and mine, or is there another reason?â âGobber sent me to purchase a loaf of your oat bread for him. I brought coin for it.â He opened his palm and displayed the money. âGobber usually comes himself. He must think well of you to trust you with his coin. Well, this loafâs fresh, so Iâll send it along to him as soon as you hand me that silver in your palm.â Hiccup passed the money over, inhaling the fragrance of flour and salt as he did so. âWhat are you making? It smells wonderful.â âThatâs rolls in the oven right now, Hiccup. And this,â he added, âis Gobberâs change from the purchase. Carry that bread carefully nowâI suspect he doesnât want it arriving squeezed.â Hiccup accepted the loaf and took a final look around the shop. It was time to get back. âHiccup.â He glanced back at Mr. Iverson. âBefore you leave, I have something for you. Thereâs one berry tart that cooked too long, and I donât want to put it out to sell. Good as it is, Mrs. Iverson tells me I donât need to eat more than I already do.â He jiggled his belly and handed the pastry to Hiccup. âBesides, you look hungry. Go on, take it along and donât let that scoundrel of a blacksmith rob you of it. Heâs a whole loaf of bread richer, and doesnât need that tart any more than I do.â âThank you, Mr. Iverson. Thatâs really generous of you.â Hiccup thought a moment, and asked, âCan I tell Gobber what you said about him?â âIf it keeps his fingers off your treat, go right ahead. I donât mind. Gobber will likely laugh if you tell him, anyway. Now get out and let me see to those rolls I have going, before they stay in too long.â § § § long.â § § § § § § Gobber did laugh, and told Hiccup it was a good thing he had to stay outside, or Gobber would hook the tart out of his hands and eat it in one bite. âGobber! I never get berry tarts. Iâm not getting near you.â He smirked. âHooks off.â âOhhh, making fun of auld Gobber, are ye? I just trusted ye with not squashing my bread, and here ye are mouthing off to me. See if I send ye on an errand again, smart aleck.â Hiccup drooped. If heâd stayed quiet, Gobber might have sent him again tomorrow; now even that was gone. He was useless to everyone and just wanted to be productive, and that wasnât gonna happen. âSorry, Gobber. I didnât mean to be rude. Iâll go find something to keep busy.â âYe told me ten minutes ago there wasnât anything to keep ye occupied. What changed?â âNothing. I guess Iâll dig a hole. That ought to take an hour. Filling it back in takes less time, so maybe ten more minutes. See you, Gobber.â âHiccup.â He turned back to the smith.âYe are digging a hole for no reason?â âYeah. Iâm getting good at it.â He calculated. âThis is my fourth one since the week began.â âWhy do ye dig holes instead of doing something different? Canât ye take a walk or go to the Mead hall?â âIâve walked everywhere I can. Iâve walked in circles until I got dizzy. Thereâs no invitations to see anyone and if I stay out of sight for too long, Dad hears about it, so I have to be where people can see me.â He blew out a breath. âThe Mead hall workers donât want me climbing the steps unless Iâm with Dad. Steps are about all Dad lets me climb, but I have to stay away from them. Thatâs why I dig holes in that patch by the puddle.â âOh. Well, canât ye dig in a different spot?â âI canât dig up the paths and going behind my house means nobody can see me. The forest, beach, and hot springs are off limits, too.â Hiccup thought of all these things, and none of them worked. âYe can see Gothi.â âSheâs on the outskirts of the village.â âAye, that she is. Well, come back when ye finish and I might have an idea.â Hiccup hoped so. Digging holes was getting tiresome. § § § âIâm telling ye, Stoick, the boy's beyond bored and heâs wasting time on purpose. Heâs doing pointless tasks to keep busy. I came up with eight different things for him to try and he told me why they didnât work. I got frustrated finding out I couldnât help the lad; can ye imagine how he feels?â âI certain he will come up with an idea. He is allowed to play with his friends.â âSnotlout drags them to the woods every day so Hiccup has no playmates.â Gobber ticked off the suggestions on his hands. âNo going near Mead hall without you there. No hiding inside. No playing outside your house because people canât see him there. No hanging around the shops, or seeing Gothi, or walking in the forest. No running, so he canât burn off energy. No docks, no beach, and nothing else to do.â âHe can go inside the smithyâyou made him a safe spot.â âAye, and he canât climb the stool to sit, and no stool means no forge.â âHeâs not helpless, Gobber. In a few weeks, this will be over and life will return to normal.â âIt wonât be the same, Stoick. What we have is a boy whoâs not active and needs to be active. Thereâs a village full of people who see him sit around and think your sonâs lazy. Heâs craving a way to spend his time and because heâs obeying you, he becomes more discouraged every day. I suppose you told him if he didnât follow the rules heâd get in more trouble?â âOf course I did. The boy needs to obey me. He landed in this mess because he refused to do as I told him for over a year. I am not reversing the punishment, Gobber.â âWell, ye have to give him something, Stoick, because youâve taken more away than he can deal with, and heâs trapped. Pay attention to him tonight and try to tell me heâs the same lad from two weeks ago. Ignore the others begging for attention, and focus on Hiccup. He needs ye, Stoick.â § § § âI thought we were eating at the Mead hall, Dad.â âI thought just being your dad was better than having the village come looking for the Chief. Do not tell me you mind.â Stoick raised an eyebrow. âNo, Iâm just surprised. We always eat there so people can see you and ask questions. I like having you home and getting to be with you.â âYou spend time with me in the Mead hall, Hiccup.â His son always sat at the table, though not always in the seat beside Stoick. âEverybody spends time with you, Dad. I wind up sitting down the end and I canât see you from there. I wish I could, but youâre the Chief and important and my stuff can wait until everyone finishes, boy.â It was a quote and Stoick knew Hiccup had heard it more than once. âWell, you can have all of me tonight. Set the table and we can eat.â Once he and Hiccup had filled their plates, Stoick began probing, searching for the problem Gobber insisted was there. âAre you going to eat that much, Hiccup? I didnât think your stomach was big enough.â âYou make a lot of food, Dad. Somebody has to eat it or it gets wasted.â âCorrect. Are you hungry enough to finish that?â âNo. But I have to. âNo wasting food, son.â Itâs a rule, Dad, and I have to follow the rules. All of them, so I have to clear my plate.â He bit deep into the salmon, prepared to conquer the calories. âWhat did you accomplish today?â âI worked on my figuring. I counted the number of logs used for the food storage building, then added them to the number in the Iverson longhouse. The storage building has eighteen more, if you donât count the Iversonâs barn. If you count that, the Iversons have a lot more.â That seemed a typical study exercise. âI counted the logs three times to be sure it was correct. I was going to check the Thorstonâs next, but they said I needed to stay in the village.â Hiccup realized what heâd said, and rushed to explain. âI thought the Thorstons lived in the village. I wasnât trying to sneak out, but I didnât know Iâd left. Iâm sorry, Dadâplease donât make it longer.â He hunched his shoulders, as if expecting Stoick to be angry. âItâs okay, Hiccup. The Thorstons do live in the village and you did nothing wrong. I am pleased to see you working to follow the rules.â Hiccup straightened up. âSo, what else happened?â âI sat on the slope and watched people walk by. More women were marketing early, and more men went to Mead hall. It wasnât as busy as yesterday, though.â The counting was a little obsessive, even for Hiccup. âDid you do things besides count, Hiccup?â âI listened to conversations. No one really talked to me, but everyone talks to Gobber. The whole tribe likes Gobber.â Hiccup took a break from the salmon and started on his carrots. âThey talk to you, Iâm sure. People like you, Hiccup.â Stoick heard a lot of good about Hiccup: how smart he was, how good his manners were, that he was kind to the littles. âMaybe. I donât get to talk to anyone. I tried with Mister Hofferson, and he said not to interrupt. Mrs. Hofferson said I should only speak if Iâm asked to, and nobody asks.â âSo you counted and listened. What else?â This could not be his sonâs entire day. âGobber let me get a loaf of bread for him. He let me go and gave me money for Mr. Iverson. I got fresh bread and Mr. Iverson said Gobber trusted me with his coin and donât squish the bread.â Hiccup recounted the entire conversation and added commentary about, among other things, the lack of scorching on the tart. Stoick was assured Hiccup only walked the entire time, as he was supposed to and returned Gobberâs change and did not damage the bread. It seemed the biggest excitement of his day. âThen I was cheeky to Gobber and he called me a smart aleck, so I apologized and dug a hole.â âGobber mentioned that. He said you talked about finding things to do. How did you make out with thinking up something else to occupy yourself with?â âI canât come up with anything new. Gobber had some ideas, but none of them were possible. Iâd thought about them already, but they donât fit inside the rules, so theyâre useless.â He hesitated, before muttering, âIâm useless.â Stoick bit his tongue. He nearly told Hiccup not to whine, not to complain, and he had done this to himself. He had said that a bit too often, and Hiccup looked like he expected to hear it again. His sonâs spirit was taking a bruising; the boy was working hard to do everything right and follow every rule when it was too much to ask. Gobber was right. Hiccup needed him and he had to help the boy somehow. âHiccup. You are not useless. You are smart and kind and inventive. People like you. This tribe can be picky about who they like, and they like you. You need a place to fit and right now you cannot find one. We will sort this out, son. What do you think?â Hiccup blinked, and stared at Stoick. âYouâll help? Really?â âYes, I will help you. You donât have to solve this by yourself, not when I am here.â Gratitude shone from Hiccupâs eyes. âWe are solving this problem together. All right?â âAll right. Dad?â âYes.â Hiccup was easier in his spirit. âYour salmonâs getting cold.â Stoick laughed. âYou caught me. I will eat, then. We cannot allow anything to go to waste.â Especially you. § § § The grass was dying and the stone steps were touched with rime. Gobber met Stoick at the bottom of the slope outside Haddock house, a spot out of Hiccupâs hearing. âHeâs trying to obey every rule he knows, not just the restrictions. He hears an adult say âGet out of the way, boy,â and tries to stay out of everyoneâs way. âDonât bother meâ means he tries not to bother anyone. One of the Thorstons had him believing he had left the village. He begged me not to lengthen his confinement.â âThose Thorston kids have a mean streak. The lad hates making mistakes. Ye know that, Stoick.â âThis is more, Gobber. Heâs afraid of doing the wrong thing and cannot understand an honest error is acceptable. He wiped down his writing table because three nights ago I told him not to leave smudges. I did not expect him to take it as a command. He frets if he forgets to return his boots to the spot beside the bed. Having them in his room is inadequate. I almost ordered him to relax.â âThatâs wouldnâtâve worked, but made life worse for the lad. At least ye ate at home and he didnât have to put up with all pestering at mealtime.â âThey tell him not to bother me. I thought Hiccup sat further away because he liked it, not because he was told to leave me. I would like to know who told my son he was not important enough to sit with his father.â âAye. He doesnât see ye during the day and gets chased off at the one time he can. Heâs lonely all the time, then.â After a moment, Gobber added, âYe know, he hardly smiles these days. I joked with him a moment, but when I called him mouthy, he apologized. I said...I told him I wouldnât send him on another errand. Oh, Thor, he took me seriously.â âAye.â âHiccupâs not designed to be solemn or quiet. He has to talk and see people and keep moving. Heâs naturally happy, and now heâs miserable. We're trampling over him, Stoick, and he doesnât say a word. I suspect ye told him not to grumble.â âOf course I did. Every time he tries telling me what goes on, I tell him no complaining. Iâve told him that too much and he takes it to heart. Worse, he said he was useless.â âThatâs ridiculous. Heâs a worker and would do anything to please ye or anyone else.â âRight now heâs trying to please me, and thatâs much of the problem. I told him to look people in the eye and take whatever they sent his way, to prove he was capable. I never thought they would ignore him.â âThree traders came in and the gossip changed. Hiccupâs disaster fell by the side of the road, and all folks see is an idle lad whoâs where they donât want him. He still has to prove himself to the village.â âItâs back to the same problem we had before. No one expects him to be productive or capable.â âOr useful.â Gobber tugged on his moustache. âI canât have him in the forge without a way to keep him safe, or Iâd invite him in. I can send him on the occasional errand. Thereâs nothing more I can offer.â âThat errand was the highlight of Hiccupâs day; he talked about it for five minutes. He made certain I knew he did everything correctly. His day is only about being proper and correct. He cannot live like that. I expected the village to see him take things well and realize thereâs more to Hiccup thatâs boy who gets in trouble, and all they see is Hiccupâs idle. I have them thinking once again my son is no good for anything.â âYe mean useless. The lad knows already. So what do ye plan to do next?â âI cannot force people to notice himâif I tried, they would resent Hiccup, and he would know it was not his efforts that won him notice or respect. Then itâs the same problem again.â âAye, and the more you have this happen, the more people keep thinking poorly of him.â Gobber stamped his foot. The air had a bite this evening and the man left the warmth of Mead hall to find out more on Hiccup. âIâm thinking he needs a place to start, mebbe with someone who doesnât know him well. This tribe needs to have an idea driven into their skulls, and anyone Hiccupâs close to wonât be trusted to be honest about the lad.â âWho?â âStoick, thereâs an entire island of people to draw from. All he needs is a chance from someone who doesnât think heâs a nuisance. Let him work for someone tomorrow and see how it goes. That wonât make anything worse and will cheer the lad. Thor knows he can use the encouragement.â âAll right. I cannot see a different way to handle this, so I give leave for him to help around the village tomorrow. I thought people would have given him work, but that idea failed along with the others I used. All I have done so far is make his life worse.â Stoickâs exhale created a cloud. âI am not suited for this, Gobber. Hiccup will struggle because I cannot help him solve one problem when we all know the answerâwork. I care for Hiccup more than you can know, but Iâm a disaster as his father and cannot do one thing right for my own son.â âSo ye are feeling useless.â âI suppose so.â âWell, then, youâre in a good position to understand the lad, Stoick.â Gobber rested a hand on Stoickâs shoulder. âWe canât solve this tonight. Letâs give over fretting about this and sleep on it. Mebbe an idea will come into that noggin of yours in the morning. For now, hold on along with Hiccup and thisâll get sorted out.â He stretched. âIâm for bed. Iâm going to get frostbite soon, and Iâve lost enough body parts; I donât want to surrender more.â § § § I |