Crowning Moment of Heartwarming: The scene were Gobber convince Stoick to let Hiccup in Dragon training was more heartwarming and different from canon,
"Put them in dragon trainin' with th' others," Gobber provided.
"No, seriously," Stoick replied.
"Ah am bein' serious," Gobber pressed.
"He'd be killed before you let the first dragon out of its cage," Stoick stated fearfully, "And the girl? She's likely to kill one of the others as she is a dragon."
"Oh ye daenae know 'at," Gobber said, waving his hand dismissively.
"Actually, I do know that," Stoick replied certainly.
"Nae, ye daenae," Gobber argued.
"No, actually I do," Stoick pushed.
"Nae, ye daenae!" Gobber contended, raising his voice and pointing at Stoick with his good hand.
"Listen, ye know what their like," Stoick said as he stood up, "Merida is an undisciplined, self-centered, hot head who resents each and every one of us. And Hiccup, well since the time he could crawl he's been…different. He doesn't listen, he has the attention span of a sparrow. I take him fishin' and he goes huntin' for trolls!"
"Trolls exist!" Gobber interjected, "They steal yer socks. But anly th' left anes. Whit's with 'at?"
"When I was a boy," Stoick began as he started pacing around the hall.
"Och, here we gae," Gobber muttered to himself as he looked at his drink.
"My father told me to bang my head against a rock and I did it," Stoick continued, "I thought it was crazy, but I didn't question him about it. And ye know what happened?"
"Ye got a headache," Gobber provided sarcastically.
"That rock split in two," Stoick stated, ignoring Gobber's comment, "It taught me what a Viking could do, Gobber. He could crush mountains, level forests, tame seas!"
"Even as a boy, I knew what I was, what I had to become," Stoick sighed as he sat back down, "Hiccup is not that boy."
"Nor was he meant tae be," Gobber stated as he turned to face Stoick, "What ye hae tae understand is th' boy has strengths. They're nae yer strengths, but they're there, Ah've seen them, an' whether ye like it or nae, they're th' strengths he's goin' tae hae tae face th' world with. Ye cannae change him Stoick, naebody can, but ye can prepare him."
"Ah know ye daenae like it," Gobber continued as Stoick seemed to perk up at his words, "Especially…with whit happened with Val, but th' truth is ye wonae always be around tae protect him. Ane day, ye'll be gone too an' he'll be on his own. He needs tae know how tae protect himself."
Stoick sighed as a small smile spread across Gobber's features.
"But dae ye know who will be around him fer th' rest o' his life?" Gobber questioned rhetorically, "Merida. Fer better or worse, ye an' Fergus hae chained those two taegether through yer treaty. An' who wud ye rather hae at his side. Some dead weight princess? Or a woman who knows how tae handle herself as well as him, if nae better?"
"I guess ye have a point," Stoick sighed.
"Oh, Ah know Ah dae," Gobber replied with a chuckle as he finished off his drink, "An' if ye ask me, this whole betrothal is definitely shapin' up fer th' better."
"I thought she hated him," Stoick questioned, raising an eyebrow at Gobber.
"She did, but she warmed up tae him, thanks tae those strengths o' his Ah was tellin' ye aboot earlier," Gobber explained with a chuckle, "Now they're shapin' up tae be quite th' couple, if I dae say sae myself."
"Ye sure about that, Gobber?" Stoick asked, clearly unconvinced, "No offense, but romance was never really your thing."
"Hey, ma eternal bachelor status has nothin' tae dae with this," Gobber shot back, "Ah spend more time with them every day then ye dae, sae trust me, Ah know whit Ah'm talkin' aboot."
"Whatever you say, old friend," Stoick said, laughing as he slowly shook his head, "Whatever you say."