Astrid Hofferson x Male Reader

Chapter 3

Berk - Blacksmith Stall

(The gang joy rides past Gothi's house, scattering her assortment of terrible terrors. She waves a fist at them as they sweep past, whooping and chortling. On the upper plaza is a crowd vikings and their dragons cued up outside of Gobber's blacksmith stall, awaiting their turns. Stoick maneuvers through the crowd, spouting jovial greetings in passing. He makes a bee-line for Gobber, who is busily grinding a metal dragon tooth into shape. A Zippleback waits patiently, his head cocked open like a car hood while the other head watches, sympathetically)

Stoick: Any sign of him?

(Gobber flips up his welding guard, revealing a matching area of unsoiled skin)

Gobber: Ah, he's probably flown off the edge of the world by now. You think he is ready? You can still delay your retirement.

Stoick: Oh, he's ready.

(A sudden excitement in the crowd heralds Y/n and Astrid's return. They touch down on Raiden and Stormfly)

Stoick: Ha ha! There he is!

(Y/n jumps off Raiden and heads toward Stoick with urgency)

Gobber: Who finally decided to show up for work. Yay.

Y/n: Yeah, yeah. Got held up. Hey, Dad, could I have a word?

Stoick: Something you're itching to tell me?

Y/n: Not quite the itch you're thinking of, but yes.

(Stoick hands him an apron and guides him to the front desk)

Stoick: Good man! Now, son. A chief's first duty is to his people. So...

(Stoick changes the rune on the "being served" placard)

Stoick: Forty one? Forty-

Y/n: Could we just talk in private for-

Viking: That's me! That's me! I'm next! I was ahead of you! Excuse me, I've been here all day!

(He reaches the counter, giddy with excitement)

Viking: Okay, I want one of those high seaters, with lots of spikes and a big storage compartment.

Stoick: Absolutely! You got it, sir!

(Stoick spins Y/n around, steering him back into the shop)

Y/n: Dad, this is actually a lot more important than building saddles.

Stoick: Ah-ah! Another lesson. No task is too small when it comes to serving your people. Excuse us, Grump.

(They step over the tail of a large, snoring oaf of a dragon, stirring him awake with a fussy start)

Gobber: Grump! You let the forge die down again!

(Grump coughs a slug of molten lava into the forge. Its platters everywhere, igniting a rash of fires. Y/n sidesteps them as he gathers materials in the back of the stall. Gobber pulls the fire extinguisher, dumping water everywhere)

Gobber: That's it, Grump. You're going upfor adoption! And where is Hiccup?!

(Hiccup enters the stall)

Hiccup: I'm here, I'm here!

(Stoick fills a toolbox with tools from Hiccup's workbench)

Stoick: One of these. And this...

Y/n: Dad-

Stoick: There you go! Go on. Have away.

Y/n: But, seriously, I really need to tell you about this new land wecame across.