This is a combination Throwback Thor's-Day and Valhallentines Day project for the group HTTYD-fanarts on DA.
This is Berk, and my name's Hiccup. Yeah, yeah, I know. No one with a name like that is ever getting a girlfriend unless they kick some serious dragon tail. I'm still just a kid, though. At ten years old I've still got my whole life ahead of me. Or at least I'd like to think so.
Anyway, back to the subject at hand. The island of Berk, home to the most charming, lovable, chivalrous…oooookay, I can't even finish that sentence with my breakfast still contained. They don't call us the Harry Hooligans for nothing, you know. We're Vikings after all; not exactly known for our good graces.
But one day a year, things change. Exactly two months before our annual Thawfest games, every man and boy in the village melts the frozen earth with the warmth of his love for the special women in his life. Weather it's for his wife, his girlfriend, or the pretty girl he's been admiring from afar, every man's a gentleman. All the boys about my age who are to young to have girlfriends but are too old to NOT have girlfriends try to find one on this day. We'll ask out our best friend's sister or our sister's best friend and when that doesn't work, well, we'll just have to rely on our charming Viking demeanor to win the heart of some lady fair.
This holiday leaves me at a slight disadvantage. I don't have a best friend or a sister, so I'm kind of on my own. You would think that being the son of the chief would give me a point boost. Status and breeding, right? Wrong. My father may be Stoick the Vast, the most famous chief in the Barbaric Archipelago, but I'm still Hiccup. Hiccup the Useless. Hiccup the scrawny, lanky, clumsy, sarcastic sorry excuse for a Viking with a big nose and crocked teeth. As for breeding, well again I may be the son of a famous chief, but I look like the love child of a fishbone and an empty burlap bag.
I don't think any of the other boys may age will be having much luck this year either, though. And it's not that Snotlout, Fishlegs, and Tuffnut aren't the strong, Viking-like types the girls of Berk want. Oh no. They are defiantly Viking enough to get most any girl. Notice that I said MOST. There's one girl, the toughest, prettiest girl on Berk, who everyone is going after this year. She never accepts flowers, never holds hands, and never chooses a boyfriend.
No boy has ever impressed Astrid Hofferson.
That's why I'm going to be the first.
TBC