So this is my Secret Odin gift for the amazing SwooshyApple. I just want to apologize for it being a week late, but unfortuntely my 'spare time' isn't so spare anymore. Sorry if it's kinda rubbish, I couldn't really think of anything else. Plus the things I did think of would have taken months for me to get finished.
Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah I don't own the raw-vikingness that is Hiccup or the rest of them.
There was nothing Stoick the Vast liked more after a hard days chiefing than to sit down with a nice tankard of his favourite ale in front of the hearth and unwind.
And so there he was, sat on his chair, a tankard of the new ale he had traded from Trader Johan on his last trip to Berk, with his best-friend and brother-in-arms next to him as they chatted and laughed about the old days and the battles they had fought side by side. He briefly thought about were his son could be at such a late hour, but remembered the boy telling him about some campfire he would be attending with the other teens and brushed off his worry, figuring the Night-Fury would protect the clumsy and danger prone boy from any imminent threat.
Gobber was in the middle of one of his infamous stories of the many drunken times on one of the other islands that surrounded Berk's shores, when the front door flew open with a loud crash and a blurred figure, that surprisingly looked like Hiccup, dashed up the stairs, stumbling slightly before successfully making it up to the loft area before slamming the door with a loud bang.
Both older Vikings stared with wide eyes and mouths agape at were the figure had run in, neither saying a word as they tried to process just what exactly happened.
Stoick was the first to break the silence, voice uncertain as he addressed the man beside him.
"Gobber, correct me if I am mistaken, but was that Hiccup that just ran in?"
"Aye, it was" The Blacksmith responded slowly, clearly as confused as the Chief
"And correct me if I'm wrong again, but was he naked?"
"Aye, that he was. Bare as the day he was born…"
Not a moment later, a flustered looking Astrid burst through were Hiccup had come in, a bundle of clothes that suspiciously looked like the boy's in question, clutched in her arms. Turning their attention away from the stairs, they stared wide-eyed at the girl who seemed to flush an even darker shade of red under their gaze.
"So…Um…I-I-I'm just going to…" she stuttered and placed the clothes on the floor by the stairs "Um…so…I'll just be…yeah"
With that the blonde haired warrior sprinted out of the door. Switching between looking at the entrance way to his son's room and were the other teen had left, Stoick spoke up "Just so I know I'm not going crazy, did you also see Hiccup, running upstairs, naked" he emphasised the last word to make sure he wasn't the only one who had seen the boys bare behind, retreating as fast as his leg and prosthetic could take him, up the flight of wooden stairs "and then Astrid leaving his clothes by the door?" he finished, finally turning to look at his equally shocked best-friend.
"Nope you're not goin' crazy Stoick, I saw it too." The Blacksmith replied, clearly unable to comprehend exactly what had transpired in the last two minutes.
Both men turned to look at the tankards of ale they clutched in their hands before pushing them across the large table as far away as the could, as if they were the spawn of Loki themselves.
"I must say though" Gobber spoke up after a moment, chuckling slightly "The boy sure does move fast when he ain't got no clothes on…"
This drabble was brought to you by evil friends and too much alcohol comsumption...
Seriously though, this did actually happen to me. Safe to say, it wasn't so easy to explain in the morning...