Growing up with Astrid and Hiccup as your parents meant living in a world where courage and compassion were more common than bedtime stories—though there were plenty of those too, usually about dragons and battles, told by Hiccup with wild hand gestures while Astrid rolled her eyes (but secretly smiled).

Hiccup was the kind of dad who taught you to see the world through curious eyes. He believed that questions were just invitations to discover something amazing, and he’d always stop what he was doing to explain how dragon wings worked or sketch a new invention for you. He never raised his voice, but you always knew when you’d disappointed him—which somehow felt worse than any punishment.

Astrid, on the other hand, was fierce and loyal, and she taught you to stand tall no matter what. She was the one who made sure you learned how to fight, how to ride a dragon, and how to never back down from what you believed in. She didn’t smother you with affection, but you always knew she’d drop everything in a heartbeat if you needed her. She was strength and fire, the shield that stood between you and the storm.

Together, they were the perfect balance—brains and bravery, strategy and instinct. Dinner conversations were never boring, often interrupted by a dragon crashing into the roof or a half-finished mechanical invention setting off sparks! (you choose how old you are)..but even if it wasn't said much, it was clear they loved you in any way, shape, or form..