Fem! Hiccup Haddock x Male! Astrid Hofferson One-shots

The Forge

Hilda was very young when she asked her father what it was like to work at the forge, She found it fascinating how something so deadly as a weapon was at first a simple ore. Then at age 5 she begged her father if she could work as Gobber's apprentice. After conversing with the godfather of his daughter, Stoic the Vast agreed.

While the other children did chores and basic combat training, Hilda was learning how the metalwork of the village were made. At first it was basic jewelry, Pendants and the like.

When she mastered that, it was on to knives then so on. By the age of fifteen, Hilda had the skill to make anything and everything anyone in the village need.

She even learned a few things like leatherwork,sewing, and embroidery. The adults were amazed with what little, frail Hilda could make especially for them.

Before they would leave for hunting expeditions, She packed a bag of essentials for her father and tweaked their weapons for efficiency. If anyone needed an extra blanket, Hilda provided.

But what most can not understand with the girl was why she tried so hard to be like the other children, when she had skills that made sure they would live till the next year. She knew how to keep them warm in winter and cool in the summer with her inventions

Hilda cared for her village that if it came down to her and Snotlout, The elders would no doubt choose her to lead the village. She had the brains, diplomacy, beauty, skill, and love for her village, that they needed. Snotlout only had the brawn. The difference between them was staggering.

The young children of the village had a tendency to run up and hug her, Hilda smiled. The village would not survive without her.

Stoick the Vast had many of parents in the village come up to him, when the subject of marriage found it in the conversation, and begged him not to marry off Hilda to another tribe. The village needed her.

Her marvelous brain spawned work after work of art. Swords, shields, knives, even betrothal necklaces. She made what was needed.

Hilda was mostly found at the forge working on something. Now an old friend came by asking for something, it was Camicazi of the Bog-Burglars.

"So I heard you made some knives for the heir of another tribe, what was he like?" Camicazi asked her old friend. "Think of my cousin with a beard and a scar across his face." Hilda answered. "That bad huh?" Bog-burglar heiress breathed out. "Yes, he was hitting on me and Thank Thor, Arne was there to supervise, under my father's order of course. If that guy tried anything, Arne would have smacked him with his axe" the Hooligan Heiress huffed.

"If I remember correctly, Arne was the only teen on Berk tasked to look out for you, right?" Cami hummed. "Yes, and here he comes now" Hilda looked past Camicazi and spots Arn.

"Hey Hilda, oh Camicazi your here too" Arne greeted. "Need anything Fixed, Arne?" Hilda asked as she pack the knives Cami commissioned. "Just a sharpen" he replied handing her the axe and left to do some chores.

"So you and him huh?" Camicazi teased. Hilda turns a new shade of pink. "Knowing your tribe, They won't let you be married off to someone from somewhere else" she continued. "Th-th-there has been talk of him being a p-p-possible suitor but n-n-nothing concrete." Hilda stuttered.

"Well, if anything is announced, I might help you pick a betrothal gift" Cami says as she grabs her things and goes off to the dock leaving a pink mess in the forge.