Okay so I've been planning this for such a long time and now I've finally grown the gutts to write this Stoick and Valka fanfic! I love this couple so much that I just had to write a story of how they met when they were teens. It took a lot of planning but I think I have most of it figured out. So in this Stoick is 19 (Almost 20) and Valka is 17. Just a quick heads up that in this fanfic Stoick is a teenager meaning he isn't as big and bulky as he in the films and he doesn't have his beard. In fact he looks a lot like Hiccup in Httyd2 except just a bit more muscular with longer hair (Red obviously and green eyes) Anywho here's the prologue and first chapter comes out tomoz, hope you enjoy!

Prologue

"Come on, Stoick! Yer not even tryin!"

The great Gandall the Wake yelled as the Gronkell roared it's fire towards 19 year old Stoick who grabbed his hammer which he'd dropped and hid behind a wooden plank. He panted heavily whilst stroking back his red locks which had plastered to his forehead from all the sweat. This was pretty much every afternoon for the young Viking, hard and tough dragon training with his even more hard and tough father also known as the chief of Berk. Soon enough that title will belong to Stoick himself...not too long now. That's why he had all these constant dragon training day after day since he was 15. Over the years of hardcore training he'd gained a figure which paid off with thousands of women on Berk flirting with him almost all the time. He was a handsome young man, a good build of slight broad muscle, shoulder-length red locks as flaming as a dragons fire and eyes as green as the forest in spring. The one thing he lacked of which made him contrast from all the other vikings was a beard. Most of his friends had grown their first patch of stuble when they were 16 (His father when he was 12) and yet Stoick still had a jaw as clean as a rain drop (Despite the light drops of freckles around his cheeks and nose). It annoyed him constantly whenever Gobbler would make fun of him for not being man enough to have a beard, he even suggested once that he'd "push" it out of him which only led to many minutes of light headness. Despite being so stubborn and rebellious as he was he could also be a kind hearted and wondering teenager once in a while, not mention a total flirt around the women.

"Stoick!"

He groaned in annoyance when he heard his father roar then quickly he rolled over on the ground away from the plank and standing up whilst holding the hammer in his hand, glaring at the gronkell which sneered it's shark like teeth at him.

"Come on, you..." He whispered then the Gronkell screeched before heading it's enormous round body towards him and Stoick dodged and then he grabbed it's tail. The Gronkell roared in frustration and flew around in circles trying to fling him off but Stoick held on tightly and climbed onto it's back whilst holding the hammer.

"Remember, Stoick, a Gronkells aim gets confused with loud sounds!" His father yelled and then Stoick sat on the Gronkell's neck before lifting up the hammer and dropping it down to one of the dragons ear. When the hammer hit there was a loud BANG and the Gronkell stayed completely froze for a moment before it's body slowly began to sway from side to side and Stoick jumped off landing on his knees as the Gronkell's eyes drifted shut and his enormous body clahsed into the ground leaving a slight shake in the field.

After a moment Stoick fell back lying on the ground with his whole body strecthed out as he panted heavily, "Mighty Odin...that bastard must've been feelin real cranky today...he almost blew off me leg!"

Hearing his father's loud footstops the young viking lifted his head to see Gandall nodding at him whilst picking up his hammer, "A dragon has its good days and its bad days. Either which you must never let yer guard down, son because if there is one thing a dragon is other than stupid it is unpredictable."

Stoick rolled his eyes and struggled to sit up whilst Gandall placed the hammer back in the stock along with the other weapons. "Yeah, yeah I know, dad I've been doin this for almost 5 years now...show me a li'l bit more compassion, would yah?"

Gandall then turned his head to look at his son and his expression was cold and serious, "Foolish boy...you may think ya know all ya need to fight a dragon but yer not even close to know what it takes to not just black one out...but to kill it." He hissed the last four words as if they were his favorite words in all of existance. Gandall hated dragons more than anyone in all of Berk. If he could he would eat a dragon for breakfast and then use it's bones as tooth picks. For the past 5 years Stoick had mastered the skills of attacking a dragon when it least expected it and how to knock one out for a long time, the longest was probably 2 whole days. And yet...he had never once in his whole life slayed a dragon. He didn't really see the point, if the dragon was injured then was less likely to try and attack again but that clearly wasn't enough to satisfy the greatest dragon hater of them all.

Standing up, Stoick wrapped his hair back as Grandall sighed and shaking his head he walked over to his son and stopped right in front of him. "Stoick, son...ya know all I do is for you and this island...those monsters have taken eveything from us and they won't stop until we're obliterated from the earth. They'll just keep coming back until we finish them off for good...only then will we truly be at peace." He said the speech with the kind of voice he used to talk to him with when he was a child, a cool, calm and yet sort of strict edgy tone. Stoick and Gandall never really had a good way of communicating the way a father and son should...not since his mother died when he was only 6. One shot of a deadly flame from a terrifying Nightmare and the next thing they knew...she was gone. Gandall hadn't been the same ever since, he was never one to be light and jolly but he had more spark in him until it slowly burnt out and left him with a dark and empty void in which no one could fill again...not even Stoick.

Gandall looked at his son dead in the eye as he continued, "And that my son...is when you will be a true leader and a true viking."

Taken aback slightly Stoick's lip parted slightly as he looked up at his father speechless. Leader...a true viking? Wasn't he already a true viking?! And as for leader well...the whole idea of rulling over Berk and taking all of it and it's people in his hands...only to end up like Gandall? The idea sent a shiver down his spine and just when he felt he was about to pass out he snapped back when he heard the familiar loud and friendly voice call his name.

"Stoi! There ya are ol buddy, ol pal!"

Stoick then turned around and smiled when he saw his best friend walk through the entrance with his arms wide open.

"How's it goin, Gobbler?" He replied back and seeing the unconscious Gronkell on the floor Gobbler's eyebrows rose and he whistled, "Not much mah friend but I guess I can't say the same thing for you...look at that fat bastard!" He leaned down and poked it's belly with his finger and Gandall sighed in exhaustion before whispering, "Just remember what I told you, son." And then he walked off with his guards.

Stoick blinked watching him leave before turning back to Gobbler who was still poking the dragon. Stoick raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms whilst cocking his head to the side, "Ahhh, ey Gobbler! I wouldn't do that if I were you!"

He rolled his eyes, "Aye come on, Stoick! Look at this thing! As if he could move with a body that bi-"

The Gronkell then rolled over and groaned in it's sleep making Gobbler flinch away and curse out loud, "Holy Thor, Odin and Loki!"

At that Stoick broke out in laughter and shook his head as he walked up to him and patted his shoulder, "Come on, big fella, play time's over."

Gobbler muttered as they walked out of the training hall and into the fresh evening air of the night. Stoick took in a deep breath and Gobbler raised an eyebrow at him, "Daddy been working you to the limit again?"

Stoick sighed, "Even further if he had the chance. The man has the attention spam of a goddamn turnip!"

Gobbler smirked shaking his head, "Well ya are turning 20 next week...and ya know what that means...chief." He said the last word in a teasing manner and Stoick gave him a look then Gobbler chuckled before wrapping his arm around his shoulder. "I'll tell ya what! Let's give ya a li'l reward for working so hard, what do ya say?" He smiled raising his eyebrows suggestively and Stoick lifted his chin and raised an intruiged brow.

"What did ya have in mind?"

Gobbler grinned deviously, "How's sayin a quick drink to bury the day away, eh?"

At that Stoick scoffed. He knew that by 'quick drink' Gobbler meant a whole night long drunk fest which would leave to a nightmare of a hangover the next morning.

"Come on, Stoiiiiiii. Be a man, live a little!"

Stoick thought for a moment before smirking then him and Gobbler laughed before high fivng each other and heading down towards the gathering at the centre of Berk.

Okay so there it is guys! Sorry it was a bit boring but I promise the story picks up at the first chapter which will probably be out tomorrow if I have time! It was kinda hard to do this since I had to make up a back story for Stoick and a Haddock family history. Anywho please review your thoughts guys! Thanx!

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