Hiccstrid one shots

The only person I will marry

In rtte but they're at Berk and hiccstrid are dating

Third POV

"Hiccup!”

The sound of metal on metal ceased as Hiccup lifted his head from the anvil. Standing in the doorway of the forge was Fishlegs, slightly out of breath.

“Yeah? You need something, Fishlegs?” Hiccup asked, resuming his hammering on the red-hot blade in front of him.

“The Chief wants to see you. Apparently, a new tribe is staying at Berk for three days to seal an alliance,” Fishlegs replied.

Hiccup gave a short nod, wiping sweat from his brow.

“Oh, and by the way—Astrid's already there,” Fishlegs added as he turned and walked away.

At the mention of her name, Hiccup paused, a smile tugging at his lips. Astrid. The love of his life, his anchor in every storm. She meant everything to him. Even when dealing with the smallest issues, he somehow always found himself needing her.

He glanced down at the gift he’d just finished—something he'd poured heart and care into.

A custom-made dagger, forged from Gronckle iron—light, yet incredibly strong. The handle was carved from dark dragonbone, etched with their initials:

H♡A

He knew Astrid wouldn’t wear jewelry, especially not a necklace—she only ever wore the medallion he’d given her as a betrothal gift. So, another necklace or even a battle axe was out of the question.

This dagger was his answer. A second weapon—practical, symbolic, and deeply personal.

Tonight, he planned to give her the dagger during their date at the cove. They had both been so busy lately, constantly pulled in different directions, that they barely had time for each other. This evening was their chance to slow down, reconnect, and just be together—something they both desperately needed.

He placed the dagger gently into a wooden box lined with soft cloth, making sure it was secure, and then hid it in a spot Gobber—or any curious Viking—would never think to look.

With a deep breath, Hiccup closed the forge door and made his way toward the docks, where his father and Astrid were waiting.

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“Ah, son! There you are!” Stoick called out with a booming voice. “Come, the Embermourn tribe has arrived.”

Hiccup smiled and walked over, spotting Astrid immediately. He greeted her with a quick kiss on the cheek and slipped his arm around her waist.

“Hi, Astrid,” he said warmly.

Astrid giggled and leaned into him, “Hey, Hiccup.”

Toothless warbled behind them, making the couple chuckle. The Night Fury gave Hiccup a nudge, always protective and always present.

“Chieftess Runa!” Stoick greeted, extending a hand.

A tall, regal woman stepped forward, her presence commanding but kind. Runa had long auburn hair threaded with silver, braided into elegant coils adorned with obsidian and gold. Her golden-brown eyes held wisdom and warmth. She wore fire-forged armor beneath a deep crimson cloak, and a volcanic stone pendant in the shape of a flame rested against her chest—the symbol of the Embermourn tribe.

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Chief Stoick,” Runa said with a teasing smile. “I see you’re still twice the size of most men and twice as loud.”