Apparently, Valhallarama brought Stoick home a fetching pair of hairy underpants from one of her quests that he was just napping in. In love with the idea that she brings home gifts for her husband.

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Apparently, Valhallarama brought Stoick home a fetching pair of hairy underpants from one of her quests that he was just napping in. In love with the idea that she brings home gifts for her husband.
I just really like this page.
"Uh-huh," said Hiccup cautiously. He wasn't very interested in stories about Love.
Fair, Hiccup, fair.
"That's my father you're talking about!" warned Hiccup, "and he has many excellent qualities, once you get to know him."
Hiccup defending his father when Humungous calls Stoick a barbarian. Even though that's kind of what he is.
Also, reminds me of Gothi scribbling something in the dirt about Stoick and Hiccup being like "Watch the language. He's still my father."
Not going to lie, Stoick going into a volcano, the presence of a volcano at all, a volcano with a great threat has been reminding me of the first movie, so I've just been wanting to rewatch that for the past couple of days.
Nothing much to say here, I just love these kinds of pages in the Httyd books.
"Alvin the Who?" asked Humungous blankly. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Alvin the Treacherous is the evilest man in the Archipelago," said Hiccup. "Now, then, that's not fair. Al has got you wrong, Hiccup, but you must admit, who can blame him, what with the Sharkworm incident and everything," said Humungous. "I just know if you guys could get together you would really get along."
Oh... OH! Oh, I finally get Humungous now.
He's a himbo.
"Oh, but she was beautiful!" sighed the Bardiguard. "Her lovely fat, white, muscly legs! Her thunderous thighs! Her soft little beard! Her excellent sword-arm!"
He may have agreed to kill a 10-11 year old boy for someone, but at least he has taste.