Author's Note:
Hi every one! I've been busy lately and kind of feel guilty for not updating my other stories for a while. I also feel guilty about the fact that I'm starting a new one when I'm already having a hard time with my other stories.
But I really needed to get this out there, so here it is.
NOTE: Valka and Stoick and the gang of "Their Day" are all around sixteen, seventeen, and no older than eighteen. Later on in the series, their children (HTTYD Original character) will most likely appear. This story is strictly about Valka and Couldjumper and their bond, some Stoka. Actually, I take that back, more then "some" Stoka.
DISCLAIMER: I WILL NEVER EVER SAY THAT I OWN HTTYD, HOWEVER I WOULD DIE IF SOMEONE TOLD ME I DID. BUT IF I APPLIED FOR A JOB TO HELP WITH HTTYD ANIMATIONS/DRAWINGS/NEW IDEAS/ETC. AND GOT IN, I'D SCREAM AND SAY MY LIFE IS COMPLETE.
• Daily Routine •
She walks through the village knowing that her feet will take her to where she needs to go. Her usual routine is to walk down to the Hidden Beach, catch a few fish for breakfast and lunch, then make her way back to the Town Square to trade her goods. As her feet reach the edge of the cliff, she climbs down not bothering to take her her time, she's done this so many times, the high height doesn't bother her. Her boots sink into the sand, she continues walking to the shoreline, she can't help but think that this is the best fishing spot is in the entirety of Berk and no one really bothers to come to it or even spare a glance. Its too far into the woods for anyone to find anyway, its her personal little cove that she spends a lot of time at when she needs to think.
Dropping her fishing supplies to the ground, she rubs her arms hopefully creating some sort of heat. Its still the midsts of winter in Berk and very cold, but still, she keeps her routine. Finally realizing that her arms gained back some of their feeling, she prepares her foldable rod and placing the first hook and bait on the line. Casting it out, she props herself up on the mount of sand that she had just created with her feet. She places her elbow on her knee and props her head on her hand, still holding the rod in the other.
She thinks about the past week, its been busy, very busy. Between helping at the stables and cooking at the Mead Hall, then going back home to farm, fish, and clean, then after that going back out to help her friends sew - which she very much despises -, yes; its been very busy for her.
She sees the float sink and the line pull, reeling it in, she catches the biggest fish yet, a very over gown one for the season, she's just surprised that she caught one, its a Sea Trout in the winter, rare for Berk. Knowing that she could trade the catch for two large meals, she packs up and scales back up the cliff, it sure was a quick day. She pulls herself up the edge and makes her way to the Town Square. Her next destination in mind, the well.
"Hey, Valka!"
She hears a voice call after her from behind, she turns around to see Stoick tripping over his own feet to get to her.
"Hello, Stoick." She turns around to face him.
"Where ya goin'?" He asks her, looking towards the fishing box.
"Oh, just to the Town Square to trade this extremely large Sea Trout I caught." She feels the smirk pull at the corners of her lips. She and Stoick always compete with each other, even when they were young, they loved to compete in everything. Most of the time, Stoick would win, but certain things she could beat him at, she is very sly after all.
"A Sea Trout? This time of year?!" He practically screamed in her face. He tried to get around her to where her fish basket that is hanging from her shoulders, but she kept turning around to avoid his grasping hands.
"Ah, ah, ahhh..." She shook a finger at him with a scolding tone, "I need this for my own health, literally."
With that, she walks away not bothering to look at Stoick's expression or to see if he even follows. She continues making her way to the Town Square where the cleanest well is. Spotting the hanging bucket, she trots over to it and drops the bucket down to collect water. She pulls it back up and pours the water into her personal canteen.
"So, what are you going to trade it for?" Stoick asks scaring the living daylights from her.
She holds her chest, grabbing the canteen by its neck a little too tightly, "You startled me."
He smirks at her, "Excuse me, Milady." He bows his head and grabs her hand from her chest kissing it.
Fire licks her cheeks, that extreme crush she's had on him for the longest time is slowly taking its toll. She shakes off the heat, "I-I'm going to trade it for my next two meals." She states a shakily.
"But Valka, its a Tuesday, the chefs get a free meal!" She couldn't help but smile, he didn't miss anything did he?
"Ok, the two meals after my next meal." She crosses her arms over her chest, "And I have to get going, food doesn't make itself." With that, she turns away once more leaving him in her trail.
As She arrives to the trading area of the Town Square, she goes up to Spitelout first, he always seems to have the best food goods. "Spitelout, what do you have for me today?"
His usual rough and gruff voice leaks into the tender one he usually uses with her, "Valka, I only give you the best, so here..." He rushes back into the house and brings out a huge cauldron, "I have this pot of stew! It was just prepared by my mother."
She takes it from his hands, faltering slightly at the weight, "It should do you good for the next week!" He announces proudly, with a very arrogant look. "Ok, ok, Spite. Here's the fish." She pulls the basket from her shoulders and hands it to him, "This is a rare fish, I'm positive that you'll take it." As he feels the weight of the basket, then looking inside, Valka can't help but smile at his reaction, "A Sea Trout? This time of year?" She swears, she sees his eyes bug out.
"Well, then if you would excuse me." She drags the pot of stew with her as she leaves yet another man in her wake.
Pulling along the bucket of water and the cauldron of food, she makes her way back to her empty house. She sighs heavily knowing that this place is just a roof with four walls, its not a place to call home, it was at a time, but not anymore. She lights the fire pit in the middle of the room and hangs the cauldron over it. She puts the canteen aside on the table and plops herself down. It hasn't even been a quarter of the day and she's already tired.
Hearing the stew start to boil, she pulls the pot off to the side and scoops herself some in a bowl, yakstew, her favorite. She eats it slowly letting it melt in her mouth, savoring the flavor, unlike her fellow friends, they'd inhale it. After she finishes, she tossed the bowl in a bucket that holds all the eating utensils that needs to be soaked in the ocean later, she's put off dish cleaning day for too long. After warming up by the fire, she pours some water on it and heads back out into the cold.
Back in the Square, there's a lot more going on, its mid-morning and more people are up. "Hiya Valka!" One of her friends shout out to her, she waves in response. "Hey Valka." Says another one of her kitchen friends, she waves. "Hi Valka!" Says her sewing friend. She finally concludes that there's a whole lot going on now, more than usual. There has to be something that she's forgetting... She ponders about it for a moment, then it hits her, all of her girl friends couldn't stop talking about it, the Dance Festival. She almost feels like smacking herself in the face, how could she forget?
It was usually a habit, but once again, she finds herself at the edge of the cliff where her secret beach is, she really didn't mean to go here, but she forgot to think about where she was going to go. It sounds silly, but it's true.
As she sits down at the edge of the cliff so that she could turn around and climb down, she hears something rustle in the background. She whips her head around, "H-Hello?"
She's actually surprised to see Stoick stumble out of the bushes... Again for the second time in less than an hour...
"Stoick?" She sounds shocked.
This time, he isn't go graceful and lands directly on his face eating dirt, "Hray Bralka." His voice muffled from the dirt in his face.
"What are you doing here?" She rushes back over to her and helps him up, how much she could actually 'help up' is a different story, he's huge and muscular and tall, little skinny her couldn't hold much.
"The truth is..." He spits out dirt and shakes himself off, "I followed you..."
She openly smiles at him, its adorable when he flushes a light pink, he probably feels embarrassed, but he came out and told her the truth, she couldn't ask for much more, "Its fine, Stoick, really." She touches his elbow showing that he really doesn't need to worry. He gives her a half hearted smile.
There's some silence before she speaks up, "Do you want to see something?" She smiles at him, she feels so at ease around the mountain man (its the nickname she gave him), more calm than she's ever have been since she lost her parents to the Winter Storm.
He looks down at her, though she's fairly tall, "Of course." He says with the confidence that belongs there in his voice.
She beams at him and proceeds to scale down the cliff, Stoick doesn't hesitate to do the same. When they reach the sand, Valka strides over to the water at a pace which she doesn't normally use, one that's much faster than usual, but she didn't want Stoick to completely just slow down for her.
"So, Stoick, how do you like it?" She gestures to the beach and practically everything in the little cove.
He nodds his head, "Yes, yes, its wonderful. Quite tranquil if you ask me, its a good place to think." Its like he read her mind.
"That's good, just don't tell anyone about it, I like to call it my own if you know what I mean." She sees him turn his attention to her, she pales slightly.
"Then why did you want to share it with me?"
She gulps, "Well... Be-Because... I-I... I-" She couldn't finish her stuttering because his lips covered hers.
Her eyes fly open and she is caught off guard, but soon after she realizes what's happening, she responds. It's her first kiss, ever, and she doesn't regret that she's sharing it with Stoick.
He pulls away, "Valka, would you like to go to the Dance Festival with me?" He asks still looking down into her eyes and holding her close.
She didn't even hesitate, "Why wouldn't I?"