Hiccup. That was a fine name for that little hiccup in their plans. Stoick glared at the baby spread-eagled on his bed—discreetly, of course, in case Valka noticed.
Why'd she have to go have another baby? They'd planned on just one—Snorri, now six years old. This one looked like a runt.
"What'll we name him, Stoick?" Valka wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. He masked his disappointment, for her sake.
"Hiccup."
"Hiccup?" she pulled Stoick around to face her. "Why?"
"Scares the trolls and what-not away."
Her eyes narrowed. "You don't believe in trolls."
"Well, just in case."
Author's Note: This is the beginning of a series of drabbles, definitely Hiccstrid. For those of you who read in the Hobbit universe, this is a fandom carry-over of my story Legolas and Tauriel, Sitting in a… Wait, Where Was I Again?
Snorri is obviously my OC, Hiccup's older sister. Trust me, she won't be the usual cliché warrior-Viking-sister for Hiccup. He's got enough of that with just Stoick in the house.