HTTYD Oneshots

Little Love

Dedicated to a friend having a hard time. Hope this makes you feel better!! Takes place years before HTTYD. Hiccstrid is about six or seven

It had only been a few weeks since Snoggletog had passed. The snow stood taller than Hiccup's head, which granted was not saying much as Hiccup was not that tall. Stoick could walk through it with ease, but his six-year-old son was having a little more difficulty.

"Come on, son," Stoick encouraged his boy. "We're almost home."

"The snow's tall, Daddy," Hiccup said, reaching for his father's finger to hang onto as a guide through the snow. "Why's the snow so tall?"

"Because we had a lot of snowfall this year," Stoick answered simply.

"Oh." Hiccup trudged along behind his father, grabbing onto his large tunic as he couldn't reach Stoick's hand. Stoick acted as a bulldozer, moving the snow out of the way to create a path for his furball of a son to walk in. Hiccup was dressed head to toe in heavy furs, which didn't exactly help with the whole walking thing.

Soon, Stoick had led his son to the hill beside the Great Hall, where the Haddock residence sat. The snow wasn't as deep here, only about as high as little Hiccup's knees. A few flowers were starting to poke through the snow, somehow knowing that the worst part of winter had passed and spring was on the way. Their purple petals attracted the attention of the little curious redhead, and he plucked one from the ground, smelling its sweet fragrance.

"Come now, Hiccup," Stoick sighed. "Put that down. The flowers don't smell any different than they did last year."

"But they're pretty, Daddy." Hiccup plucked another flower and held it up to his father.

Stoick sighed and turned to the door. "You can play outside for a little, but come in for dinner."

"Okay!" Hiccup smiled up at his father, a little black hole where a front tooth should be. Stoick went inside, shutting the door behind him and leaving Hiccup outside.

Hiccup immediately set about gathering all the flowers he could carry. He ran around the hill, occasionally tripping over his own feet, until he had gathered every flower but one on that hill. He was just about to pick up the last flower, when a glint of an axe blade caught his attention.

A young girl with twin blonde braids on either side of her head was throwing a new child's axe at a tree, leaving dents in the bark. Her fur-covered body was slightly bigger than Hiccup's, but that was partly due to the furs. Her bright blue eyes blazed with determination, a look that she would keep long into her adult years.

As Hiccup sat mesmerized, watching the young Astrid Hofferson chuck her new axe at the trees, he had completely forgotten about his mission to collect every flower he could. The purple flowers fell from his arms, dozens of them falling to his feet and nearly smothering the last flower implanted in the ground. His green eyes were locked on how she moved, throwing that axe with every ounce of strength her little body could muster. It made him a little jealous; Stoick wouldn't even let him near the kitchen knives out of fear he'd drop it and accidentally slice off one of his toes.

Astrid soon felt the gaze of the boy on her back, and looked back to see him standing there. The chief's son just stood there staring, watching her with those eyes greener than the richest green grass. She dug her axe into the ground and plopped her tiny fists on her hips, staring at him indignantly.

"What're you staring at?" she snapped, nearly causing poor Hiccup to jump out of his shoes.

"I-Is that your new axe?" Hiccup asked, pointing to the weapon lodged in the snow.

Astrid looked down at her axe, then back up at Hiccup. "Uh-huh. My uncle gave it to me for Snoggletog."

"It's pretty." Hiccup took a step closer, reaching out for the axe, but Astrid swiped it up and held it behind her back, keeping Hiccup from touching it. Hiccup took a step back, looking a little hurt that even she wouldn't let him hold the weapon.

"You should go home," Astrid said. "Your daddy never lets you stay out before dinner."

"He lets me today," Hiccup said back. "I wanted to pick the flowers and he let me as long as I come back for dinner and stay safe." He bent down and picked up the last flower from the ground, holding it out to Astrid. "See? They're pretty."

Astrid glared at the little flower. She was never one for girly things, preferring axes and knives over the intricate dolls her aunt made her. But, there was something about Hiccup, the innocence of him just giving her that flower for no reason...She softened her gaze and took the flower from him, looking at it.

"I guess it's pretty," she said softly.

Hiccup smiled, then looked over his shoulder at his house, hearing his father calling for him. He then turned back to Astrid. "I gotta go home now. Bye!" He gathered his flowers and ran back up the hill to his house, loose flowers falling out of his arms to the ground.

Astrid looked down at the little purple flower in her small hand. She smiled a little, and stuck the plant into one of her braids as she hefted her axe onto her shoulder and strutted off back to her house for her own dinner.