"Tell me about it. Fathers, am I right?" Hiccup remarked drily, lightly enough and though he offers a slight smile it dips just as quickly — He looked up to his father more than anyone else in the world. Every day he wonders if he's done the right thing and what his father would say, not living up to his name or legacy. "Everyone's got to make their own paths, titles or no."

He focused on the shingle for a moment, nailing it in as he tucked the older man's name away in his mind. "There's been a lot of people to meet and things to see," he answers by way of agreement, looking up as he put a hand to his knee. Exhales. Full names, huh? "Hiccup Horrendous Haddock... the third," said with the air of someone who's heard a lot of jokes about their name and has just accepted it, "it's too quiet now if you ask me."

And quiet is never a good thing in his experience, but then he came from loud and easily angered vikings. Silence was deadly.