A/N: Alright guys my first Stalka story. And BTW the 10 year age gap is canon. The Art Book said that Valka was 40 and the website said that Stoick was 50. I just want to get that out there before any of you guys ask.

Anyway enjoy!


"Stoick, can you come here?" The Chief called his son from the plaza. "Alright dad!" he called out and told Alvin that he'll meet him in The Great Hall later. The young man walked to his father and saw him rubbing his hands in a nervous matter.

"What wrong?" Stoick asked seeing the anxiety in his father's face. "It's be better if we talk at home, son." The young warrior's heart started to beat fast. He was getting nervous about what his father was going to say. Once they got inside of their house, The Chief put his helmet on the table and gestured to the chair for his son to sit.

"Dad, what's going on?"

The Chief clapped his hands together and took at breath. "Well son, as you know I had you at my old age. This means besides Alvin, there is no one close to your age. As you know, you need to get married, but you need to marry someone young….well younger."

"How young are we talking?" Stoick saw that his father didn't want to answer, but he did. "Ten years."

"What?! I have to marry a 13 year old?! Do you understand how foolish that is?"

"I know, it's hard. But it's better to marry someone from the same tribe than to wait for months for an answer from another." Stoick put his hands in his red hair. He didn't want to marry someone that young.

"I know how strange this must be, but I talk to her parents and they agree for you to marry their daughter."

Stoick sighed and asked "who is it? Who am I engaged to?"

"You know her, Valka Jorgenson."

"Spitelout's little sister?!"

"Is that a problem?"

"Well….I'm just pretty sure he'll kill me, but it's just that she's…."

"Short? Small? Weak?"

"I was going to say different, and that was harsh." Stoick said, but only received a shrug from his father.

~oOo~

Valka finished her last braid on her long brown hair. She looked out her window and watched the skies, looking for anything flying overhead.

"Valka dear, can you come down?!" her mother called from downstairs.

"Coming!" she called putting her fur brown vest on over her body as she went down stairs. She saw her parents waiting for her at the table.

"What's going on?" she asked sitting down on the other side of them.

"Well dear as you know, we love you very much and we only do what's best for you."

"Mom you're scaring me."

Her father sighed and patted his wife's shoulder tell her that he know what to do. "Darling, what your mother is trying to say is that what we are about to tell you, is a bittersweet moment. We believe that this is a great opportunity for any woman of our status."

Valka raised a brow, "dad what are you talking about?"

"Well, you are the oldest maiden here and The Chief asked us for you to be married to his son."

"What?! Stoick the Vast? Do you understand how crazy that sounds?" Valka cried at her parents. Did they forget that she was almost a hiccup when she was born? How can someone so…well… vast marry an almost hiccup? That just didn't match in her book, and maybe Stoick feels the same.

"Valka, I know that this is a lot to hear in one morning. The Chief wants you and Stoick to get to know each other for three weeks before the wedding." Her mother said seeing her daughter hyperventilating at the idea of marriage.

"THREE WEEKS?! I'm getting married in three weeks?"

"I know, I thought the same thing but it's just easier for him. You know how old he is, the gods can take him any minute. It's just easier knowing the successor is married that way there's a better chance for an heir-"

"STOP!" That was it, hearing that "H" word set her off. "Just stop! I want to go out and not think about this…mess!" she walked out and slammed the door shut behind her.

"I knew this was a bad idea." Mrs. Jorgenson said to her husband.

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Valka ran into the forest wanting to leave the island, but she couldn't. She just wants to grow wings and fly away from this stupid island. The only thing she could think of was what her parents told her.

How could they do this? She was only 13! She didn't want to be a wife or a mother for that matter! Well, okay maybe that wasn't fully true; she just thought she would be older. She doesn't know much about Stoick anyway, she might as well be marring a stranger!

"Valka!" She heard a man call for her, but it wasn't her father. She turned around and saw a man with a light red beard and a helmet running after her.

"I don't want to hear about it, Stoick." She said crossing her arms and turning her back from him.

"Listen, I'm not pleased to hear about his either." That seemed to catch her attention; she turned her head a little towards him. "I even feel weird about it considering our age gap-"

"Is that the only thing you feel weird about?" she asks him as she turned to face him. Stoick bit his lip and look down at her. "Listen, I'm willing to overlook your opinion about the dragons-"

"And?"

Stoick sighed hearing the tone of her voice, but he couldn't blame her. "Valka, I know you don't want to marry me. But I think we shouldn't look at it that way."

"What do you mean?" she placed her hands on her hips.

"Well, maybe we shouldn't see it as us being husband and wife, but as two people becoming friends. What do you say?" Valka thought about his offer and nodded.

"Okay, but I want rules for this marriage."

"Alright."

"Rule number one: The only time we kiss is at the wedding. Number two: We won't even sleep in the same bed. Number three: No physical intimacy. Last rule: I want us to only see each other as friends living under the same roof, until we both feel like we want to go further."

"Good, I feel the same. Why don't we start now?" He said and he took out his hand, "hello miss, my name is Stoick Haddock and I would like to be friends."

Valka smiled trying not to laugh and shook his hand. She thought he was going to crush her hand seeing how large they are. No wonder he's called 'Stoick the Vast'. "Hi, I'm Valka Jorgenson, and I would love to be your friend. Would you like to have lunch with me at The Great Hall so we can get to know each other?"

Stoick beamed at her and nodded his head. "I would love to."


A/N: How was that for a start? Good? Bad? Neutral? I'll try to post the next chapter ASAP.

I also wanted Valka to be a Jorgenson just for hecks and because I like to support the fact that Hiccup and Snotlout are cousins in the film as well as the books. I hope no one is bothered by that, but you know what, this is my fanfic so I do what I want!

And forget to review! Bye y'all :)