Hi everyone, and welcome to a brand new short series of one-shots! Since The Chieftess is almost over, (one, maybe two chapters to go) I've decided to start a new series of about 4-7 one-shots about Valka and Stoick! I thought it would be cute to see how they get together and their life before Hiccup and even after Hiccup is born. If you are a Hiccstrid addict like myself, then don't worry. I will get back to Hiccstrid On The Edge, and I will hint at Hiccstrid in this series of one-shots. You will see how I do later. These one-shots May jump around in time a little, since the story isn't necessarily strung together. I will be more than happy though if anybody has any suggestions, please do tell me!

Thanks and enjoy!


Chapter 1: Before We Met

Summary: Just another day of dragon killing training. Another day of failure. Another day of hiding in the woods. Another day of watching one certain Viking heir. Just another day, until he turns around.

Valka's P.O.V

I snuggled into my blankets and sighed. How I loved cold mornings on Berk, where I could sleep in, under thick furs and blankets and could let my mind wander.

"Valka! You're going to be late!" I groaned and kicked off my blankets, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.

"One morning of peace. That's all I ask for." I grumbled to myself as I wiped the sleep from my eyes. Swaying slightly as I stood, I made my way over the creak floor boards, dragging my feet to my desk. I stared at the sketch I had been drawing. I got lost in my thoughts thinking about what it would be like to fly. The picture was of a sunset with birds flying into the sun.

"Valka!" I shook my head and grabbed a red strip of cloth and twisted my hair into a braided bun. I stumbled down the stairs and into the main room. My mother blocked my path, her hands on her hips.

"Val..." she groaned. She gave me a stern look.

"Eat up. You've got training."

"Grreeeaaat." I mumbled sitting at the table mushing around my eggs. My mother's head whipped around so fast, it could've come clean off.

"What?" I gave a startled look.

"N-Nothing." I looked at my plate and choked down my eggs.

"That's what I thought." She answered as she went about the kitchen doing her morning routine. Those 5 minuets of silence where oh so joyous. I could just think about whatever came to mind. All good things come to an end though.

The door burst open, it swinging on the hinges from being opened so violently.

"Valka! Sto- Come to the plaza quick!" I shot my best friend a glare, and jumping from my seat rushing out the door. Ingrid pulled my hand as I trudged behind, as she bounced ahead, her sword swinging freely.

I put my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath before I looked up. There he was. Holding an entire water trough then he threw it at the burning fire that raged in inside the blacksmith.

"Get more water!" Shouted the Chief as he watched proudly as his son took the initiative and directed people around and flexed his muscles as he thrusted more buckets of water until the blacksmith was at last chard and weak as smoke rose from the roof. He smiled. I could have melted at that smile showing through the scruff he was growing.

"Great job my boy! You keep that up and very soon will be Chief!" He beamed proudly. He turned and headed down to the fighting arena for class. He bumped by people as he made his way through the crowd. Ingrid pulled me by the shoulders and shoved me in front of him. He stopped.

"H-hi Stoick." I said shyly.

"Hi." He said coldly. He marched off an axe at one side and his bets friend at the other.

"He said hi!" Ingrid rolled her eyes.

"Come one, we need to get to training." I huffed a breath and followed behind.

"Oh Joy."

Several Hours Later...

I dragged my feet in exhaustion after a long day of trying and failing once again at training.

I watched as Ingrid stayed behind and beat up Spitlout, who told her that she couldn't be the best because she was a girl. Boy did she show him.

Ingrid Hofferson was my best friend, and I was lucky to have her. See, nobody wanted to be around a girl who couldn't kill a dragon. A girl who'd pick a killer beast over a Viking. But Ingrid didn't care. She was my friend anyway. And she was one of the best. If only it wasn't for Olaf. He was her boyfriend. She got all mushy around him and acted like the perfect house wife. I always shrugged it off, but promised myself not to do that.

"Did ya see the size of that Nadder!" Gobber's voice rang out behind me. Stoick laughed, his voice booming.

"Yeah, put we put that beast in its place!" I felt my neck heat up and fist clench. I spoke, before I realized I had spoken.

"She."

"What?"

"The Nadder, she was a she! And if you hadn't angered her, then she wouldn't have attacked you, giving you that scratch." I said biting my lip. I pointed to the red gash on Stoicks arm. He looked at it and then back at me.

"But what do you care." I snapped storming off, angry at myself. I stomped my way through town, and behind the last line of houses as I walked deeper and deeper into the woods. I found the woods calming. They were a great place to think.

And so I did. I got lost in my thoughts about stories and my drawings and dragons. I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard a grunt. I slid off the rock and crawled behind the safety of a tree. Another grunt, before a thud.

"Oh for Thor's sake!" Stoick. I peeked from behind the tree to see him throwing large stones at the ground as he walked. He mumbled to himself. I couldn't help but grin a little. I took a step forward, my foot snapping a twig. I gasped and hid again, holding my breath as Stoick looked back, peering into the woods. He shrugged and continued walking.

Slowly I turned and followed him. I hit behind another tree as he picked up a rounded stoned and tossed it. It hit the tree I was hiding behind. I held my breath as he came closer. He bent down and picked up the stone, holding it above his head as he cautiously turned to the other side.

"Valka!?" I jumped in surprise. He knew my name!

"Uh... h-hi Stoick. Hi. Hello. Um... I'll be going now-"

"Hold on. Were you following me?"

"Uhh... no?" I groaned.

"Yes." I huffed. I swear I saw a tiny smile.

"I only did so because I wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed... upset."

"Upset? I don't get upset!"

"Right... of course you don't. Um... well sorry for bothering you I Uh-"

"You aren't bothering me."

"Oh? I'm not?"

"No." He looked away for a moment before looking back. He opened his mouth and spoke.

"Do you want to walk back with me the great hall?"


That's the chapter! They will get longer as I go on, and there will be more romance! I was just setting the story up. Let me know what you thought! And if you have ideas, I'd love to hear them. Until next time,

-Daisy