WTF I DONT KNOW
"Hiccup!" Stoick bellowed, his voice echoing over the rock-studded field. "Hiccup, get yourself back here!"
Gobbet laughed. “Wonder where he’s gone this time?” He said.
Stoick shook his head. “I should have left him back in Berk,” he said. He cupped his hands around his mouth. “Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third! I’ll not call again!”
Hiccup popped up from behind a large smooth stone. “What?” he said.
Stoick cursed under his breath and strode across the field. “We were only stopping for a moment, son, not starting a new expedition,” he said. He picked the four-year-old up by the back of his collar like a mama cat taking her kitten by the scruff. “What’s so important that you just had to run away.”
"Looking for trolls, Daddy," Hiccup said, kicking his dangling feet back and forth.
"Tell ‘em I want my socks back!" Gobber hollered.
"There’s no time for this nonsense," Stoick said. "If we’re going to make it to the castle by nightfall we’ve got to keep moving." He swung Hiccup up on his shoulder. "Besides, there’s no such thing as trolls."
Hiccup latched his small fingers in his father’s thick hair. “But Daddy, I found one,” he said, perplexed.
Stoick stopped. “What d’you mean?” he asked.
Hiccup pointed towards a particularly large rock. Stoick carefully set his son on the ground. “Go back to Gobber,” he said in a low voice. Hiccup obeyed, trotting across the field, and Stoick crept closer to the rock.
He wasn’t exactly sure what he thought he would find, but he didn’t expect to find a child. A boy about ten was curled up in a tight little ball, fast asleep, nestled against the side of a small reindeer. Stoick knelt down and touched top of the boy’s head. “Little one,” he said, trying to keep his voice gentle. “Wake up.”
The child blinked drowsily and yawned, rubbing his cheek with his mittened hand. “Uh huh?” he said. He blinked again, realized Stoick was staring at him, and bolted upright. “Who are you?”
"Stoick the Vast, of Berk," he said. "What’s your name, son?"
The boy scooted back, wrapping his hands around the reindeer’s antlers and eyeing him warily. “Kristoff,” he said. “Kristoff Bjorgman.”
"Where’s your parents?" Stoick asked. "This isn’t a place for a child to be alone."
Kristoff glanced around at the smooth stones. “I don’t have any…exactly,” he said. The reindeer, now awake, snuffled into Kristoff’s sleeve and eyed Stoick in suspicion.
Stoick sighed. “Come with me, then,” he said, holding out his hand. “We’ll get you straightened out.”
Kristoff stated at Stoick’s large hand. “I’m fine, thanks;” he said.
Stoick picked the boy up and slung him over his shoulder. “You’d best not argue with a Viking chief, lad,” he said. “This is no place for a lad to be living alone.”
Kristoff twisted around on his shoulder. “I have to take Sven, though,” he said; his voice rising. The reindeer whickered as he bounded after them.
"Fine, take him too," Stoick said as he stalked back to the wagon.
Hiccup bounced up as his father approached. “Daddy, you caught the troll!” he said.
"Not a troll, Hiccup, just a little boy," Stoick said, dumping Kristoff in beside his son.
Hiccup’s mouth drew down in disappointment. “No trolls,” he said. He plopped down and folded his arms. “I wish I stayed home.”
"Now, Hiccup, you’ll like being at the kings’ gathering," Gobber consoled. "There’ll be all kinds of food, and the princesses of Arendelle and Corona will be there. And your cousin Merida, you like playing with your cousin Merida."
"Merida always makes me be the princess when we play," Hiccup grumbled. "No trolls and I have to be a princess. I wanna go home."
Kristoff leaned in. “I can tell you about trolls,” he whispered in his ear, and Hiccup brightened.