Hey there! So this is my first HTTYD story, and I'm not sure on the whole thing yet. So far, this is just a one shot. But if you readers think I should continue, and send me some ideas, I can fill in the missing puzzle pieces of what I have. So enjoy.

Hiccups

"Oh he's beautiful!"

Lights. Cold air. Lots of noise. That's all he remembered. But then again, no one remembers birth. It's a confusing but beautiful time. The loudest noise thought, seemed to be coming from him.

" Oh, Stoick, he's crying already! What should I do?"

" It's ok, just hold him tight. No, not that tight, we need him to breath."

Stoick smiled at his new baby. His son. His only son. There he was, so delicate, slowly falling asleep in his mothers arms. He was wrinkly and pinkish too. Not very viking like in his opinion, but it would do. He was wrapped in a warm wool blanket that one of the villagers had made when he announced his wife's pregnancy. He had green eyes and thick brown hair. Quite a lot for a newborn, but hey, they were vikings. He looked up, to his wife. Aye, she's a beauty, and he was lucky to have her. To his surprise, she looked upset, and she was crying silently.

" Whats wrong my dear?" Stoick asked, wiping his lady's tears. She hiccuped and sighed, her voice shaking.

" I'm just so happy! And worried. I'm confused at how I feel. I mean we have a son!" She said, trembling with joy.

" So then whats the matter? Why are you worried?" Stoick asked holding her hand tight. He looked down at the now sleeping baby.

" It's just- it's just that he came so early, Stoick! I mean look at how small and fragile he is! He is tiny compared to the Jorgenson's new baby. I'm worried that he- he – he might not make it." She said silently.

It was true. The Jorgenson's had a baby boy a couple weeks ago. Spitelout was overjoyed, always bragging about how big and buff his son looked already. Aye, a bragger he was and a bragger he will always be. Stoick thought that their baby, Snotlout, was quite buff, and was worried about his own. He hoped his son would look like a chief, as he should. Gobber consoled him, telling him to ignore Spitelout like everyone else.

" Nonsense! Our boy is a Haddock! He is tough! He will make it through all of life's struggles. I bet that one day, he will grow to be the greatest and strongest of them all!" Stoick roared.

Valka smiled, and stood up, handing the baby to his father. Stoick backed away, he was afraid to hurt it, or rather him, somehow. But Valka urged the baby into his hands, and Stoick was forced to hold a baby, no bigger than his hand. He looked at it, so small and quiet. Until it sneezed. Valka laughed as Stoick wiped his hand on his shirt, and began to rock the tiny thing.

" Valka, take him, he's crying. I don't know what to do?!" Stoick whispered.

" And you think I do?" Valka laughed.

" Your his mother, he just seems to cling to you, and I don't want to hurt him!" Stoick said, while the baby began to cry louder.

" Oh Stoick, don't worry, just show him some affection!" Valka said.

Stoick sighed and began to hug the baby, rocking it back and forth, and it worked a little, but the baby stilled cried. So Stoick tried to hold his hand, but could barely even hold a finger. That's when the little baby, searching for something to hold, grabbed his finger. Stoick gasped, and Valka giggled at her husbands shock.

" My, well he sure is strong there..." Stoick laughed trying to gently shake the baby of his finger, but the baby brought the finger to his mouth and began to suck on it. Valka gasped in realization, and took the baby.

" So that's why your crying? Your want some food you hungry little monster!" Valka laughed as she took the baby before it ate Stoick's finger.

Stoick sat down, sighing, and laughed as well. Pretty soon a gentle knock came on the door, and in came Gobber. Stoick sighed, getting up with a grunt.

" Gobber I told you already to wait outside like everyone else!"

" I know, I know, I just couldn't help myself!" Gobber said eagerly. " Please can I see him?"

Stoick looked at Valka for confirmation, and with a smile she motioned for him to open the door. As soon as he could fit his big, buff body through, he ran to the boy, gently taking him from the mother.

" Oh he is just so tiny!" Gobber cooed.

" Is he?" Valka asked in distress. Gobber was a little confused, until he realized her concern and quickly corrected himself.

" I mean he's a perfect size for a, um normal Haddock boy... I think..." He said muttering the last part. Stoick rubbed his wife's tense shoulders.

" It's ok my dear, I'm sure he will be as tough, maybe tougher, as any boy out there! I can see him now. Fighting dragons with his father!" Stoick said, painting a picture.

To him, he saw fire, and two men fighting some of the biggest dragons around, his son, the pride of berk. He loved it.

But to Valka, all she saw was danger for her small son. Oh she could never let that happen.

" Well? Won't that be nice? Two Haddocks, the Prides of Berk!" Stoick said excitedly. Valka laughed nervously.

" Er, that sounds great and all, but , you know , do we have enough bread-making vikings or small-home-repair vikings?" Valka asked nervously. Stoick and Gobber looked at each other, them burst into laughter.

" Oh yeah, we for sure need those! That's the women's job! Hehehe!" Gobber said in between laughing fits, while Valka seemed quite unamused. Stoick quickly nudged Gobber to shut him up.

" No I'm serious Stoick! I mean look at him!"

"Well he'll stay that way if he stays home and cooks all day!" Stoick argued.

Valka gasped and gave a small smack.

" Are you saying I'm weak?" Valka questioned. Stoick quickly broke into a cold sweat.

" What!? No, no, no! I mean you look fine, but if our son cooks, and stays weak looking, he might be picked on by other boys!" Stoick stammered, as Valka sighed and sat down, head in her hands. Stoick looked at Goober, for any ideas on what to do, but all he got was a shrug. Looking around for something to help, he saw his prized axe on the wall. The same one Gobber polished last week, and then an idea pooped into his head.

" I know, why don't we let our boy help Gobber in the workshop, develop some muscle, just until you think he's ready to come out and fight."

Valka looked up, thinking. It sure sounded good, and as long as she could decide when...

" Oh alright!" Valka said, throwing her hands up in the air. Stoick and Gobber high-fived.

" But I get to decide when he's ready!" Valka warned, and the two men quickly nodded.

" Alright now give me my baby!" Valka laughed as she took her son, and began to rock him to sleep. Stoick grunted as he sat down, with Gobber standing beside him.

" Aye, all ya gotta do now is decide a name!" Gobber said. Valka's eyes widened.

" Oh dear! I haven't given any thought to that!" She moaned.

" It's ok, we have some time to decide," Stoick assured her. Soon everyone was quite, just enjoying the silence.

HIC

Valka giggled as she hugged the boy.

" Well, that was a loud one ay?" Goober laughed.

HIC

" Yep, looks like someone has a case of the Hiccups!" Stoick smiled.

HIC

" Hiccup? Hmmmm?" Valka thought. Stoick smiled, and touched her hand, nodding.

HIC

Valka smiled.

" Goodnight..."

HIC

" My little Hiccup..."

HIC

Well that's all I got. So tell me what you think, and don't be afraid to give me some helpful criticism. Oh I please don't take Gobber's comment about women doing all the cooking seriously. It was just fitting for the time, and I don't mean it in real life. So any way, I hope you liked it, and tell me if you think I should continue.