Magnus found a dead ringer for his younger self at Hoppy Hour yesterday. His name was Monster. And the hunans played the game of “Is that my bun?”
(Magnus, always the camera ham, moved exactly when I wanted to take the picture to a more photogenic spot. Because after all, he can be the only bun in the shot.)
I was so afraid of becoming my dad. Mostly because I thought I never could. How do you become someone
that great? That brave? That selfless?
Foul! Red card! We are going home right now and you will THINK about what you’ve done!
(Oh, my heart.)
One of my favourite things is that in the beginning, you think it’s pretty obvious that Stoick and Hiccup are nothing alike… but as the story goes on, not only do we start to notice that he looks more like his father than we originally thought, but that he’s also more like him in the ways that matter, than even he believed he could be.
