Mericcup one-shots

The Blacksmith's daughter

Hiccup POV

Hi, my name's Hiccup. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third. Great name I know, among us Vikings it's said that hideous names scare gnomes and trolls away.

Anyways, I live on the isolated island of Berk; it snows 9 months of the year and hails the other 3.

I'm son of Chieftain Stoick the Vast; his title is much better than mine- Hiccup the Useless.

Vikings have a strong, stubborn, headstrong reputation, unfortunately I don't really fit in with the needs of a feared Viking warrior. I'm skinny and I'm weak and I'm starting to believe I'm just as useless as they think I am.

Another downside is the pests; most places have rats or mice or mosquitos, not us, we have... dragons.

The door to my workshop swings open revealing Berk's Blacksmith, Gobber. I've been his apprentice since I was little, well, littler.

"Get dressed into something decent Hiccup. We're having guests!" Gobber announces, waving his prosthetic arm in the air.

"Er...ok...who are the guests?" I ask warily.

He gives me a 'seriously? You don't know?' look. "Only the best blacksmith ever!" my face remains expressionless. "Fergus Blackarrow and his daughter Merida! Seriously Hiccup, have you never heard of them?"

I shake my head slowly. "Can't say I have Gob,"

"What have I said about that nickname?" he snaps.

I heave an annoyed sigh "never call you that in your presence," I mutter.

"Thank you. Now make yourself presentable." He orders, immediately leaving the room.

I turn to my wardrobe and pick out the most presentable clothing I own. My outfit consists of a long sleeved, green tunic, brown trousers and some oddly made fur boots. I make my way to the grand hall where all visitors come when they arrive at Berk. The large oak doors creak open shedding light upon Dad and Gobber.

"Speaking of the devil!" Dad booms as I carefully close the doors behind me.

"That's me," I say sarcastically.

"No need for that attitude young man!" Gobber scolds. "That will not be accepted by Mr.Blackarrow."

I sigh and roll my eyes before seating myself in my assigned seat and wait for the famous Mr.Blackarrow and his daughter.

A noble looking announcer barges in and... well... announces "Welcome Fergus and Merida Blackarrow!" He steps aside revealing a string but man with wispy red hair in a green tartan kilt, beside him, a slim, red-haired girl bounds towards us, arms swinging. They stand in front of Stoick's, mine and Gobber's table.

"Great Stoick the Vast!" Fergus declares, bowing. The girl looks over at him before quickly dipping a curtsy.

"Great Fergus Blackarrow, of Dunbroch!" Stoick yells to the crowd evening a chorus of cheers. "You shall be staying with Gobber, Mr. Blackarrow. Unfortunately, your daughter will be staying elsewhere," he pauses "she'll be staying at my son, Hiccup's house."

Gasps are heard from the audience. I stare I shock at my dad, trying to tell if this is some kind of joke or not. Its not. He's never trusted me with more than carrying Yak's milk from the village to the main hall and now he's trusting me with the safety of a guest?

"Thank you for your hospitality, Sir, I'm sure both me and my daughter will settle in in no time."

"Grand! Hiccup!"