Hello-o-o! It's been a while.

As a writer, I've always hated my works, in a sense. But especially this series. Maybe because I can't wait to fully move on from fanfiction to my true passion, fiction writing. But, this fanfiction had been stuck in my head for a while. Thus, my first HTTYD fanfiction! Enjoy!

It was no secret among the Hairy Hooligan tribe that Hiccup was in love with Astrid. Granted, it was obvious when Astrid kissed Hiccup almost four years ago, but even though they kept their status on a more "friendship" level since then, Hiccup's gang may or may be have noticed those subtle sparks of love rising between Hiccup and Astrid. So they now took every opportunity to hold it against them.

Like one time after a mission when Stormfly "sprained" her wing and Hiccup offered Astrid a ride with him and Toothless as a substitute. Fishlegs, who analyzed the wing (After getting nearly spiked by Stormfly), claimed that there wasn't any particular sprain and first suggested that it was all an excuse for the couple to spend some time alone with each other. Hiccup later disavowed his involvement in that.

Or that other time when Snotlout walked in on Hiccup and Astrid murmuring and smiling tenderly to each other while digging for Snaptrapper eggs together ("Excuse me, are you guys gonna proceed making out, or can we keep digging?!")

And above all, his dreamy lovey-dovey eyes that the twins kept teasing Hiccup about every time he turned his gaze onto Astrid nowadays. Hiccup didn't say anything, but at the same time he wasn't denying anything.

But who better to interpret those strange signals from Hiccup other than his own father?

Which is why one night in the Great Hall, Stoic dropped by. "Find me in your room," he whispered to Hiccup, who was gathered with his friends.

Five minutes later, Hiccup joined his father, who was eagerly waiting at Hiccup's work desk.

"Heeey, Dad!" Hiccup was happy tonight, a little too happy even. He stumbled over his feet trying to get to his dad. "What brings you here? Hic- excuse me."

Stoic raised his eyebrows. "I see. You've been drinking tonight."

"What? No, no, no," Hiccup defended himself. "Okay, just a pinch."

Stoic kept his eyebrows raised. "No offense, son, but a pinch could knock a fishbone like you out."

"I'm fine!" Hiccup insisted. "I just…okay, okay, Snotlout dared me to take two pinches today, but seriously, I'm all right. And," he added in a more serious tone, "I'm of age."

"And of course, he's of age," Stoic sighed to himself. "Of course, you're of age. You're a man already. Which reminds me what I want to talk to you about."

"That's great, Da, because I wanted to talk to you too. It's about-"

"Astrid," Stoic cut in.

"-Astrid," Hiccup said at the same time.

Stoic nodded. "Good. I see we're on the same page, son. More accurately, it's about you and your-"

"Relationship with her, I know," Hiccup said. "But hear me out first, Pop. I love Astrid. I love her more than anything in the world. We've known each other for years, and we're on really good terms. But I want to take our relationship to the next level. I…I think…I think I want to marry her!" Hiccup burst out.

Stoic chortled. "And about time, too. Me and your mum got married a little younger than you. Considering the average marriage age back then was 13-15."

"Okay, first of all, bleh." Hiccup made a face. "These days are over. We're a little more independent now."

"Yes, I can't imagine you marrying at 15," Stoic said, laughing. Hiccup's face fell: he had a bad rep with everyone that time.

Then took his son by the shoulders and looked at him admiringly "But seeing you, son, you've grown handsome, smart, and confident– perfect marriage material."

Hiccup laughed in relief. "Oh, that's good. Any tips on how to propose to a girl?"

"Well, you can't just propose to her. I mean, you're obviously courting her right now, and that's a good start – but you need to make it official. Have you heard of the Three Trials?"

"Oh, gods, there's a condition for proposals?" Hiccup groaned.

Stoic continued, "First, as the chief's son, you have three chances to woo your Astrid. Traditionally, all the men in the tribe know about this trial but not the girl. You know, to make the wooing more spontaneous. How you woo her is up to you – just do anything to get Astrid's attention and please her. A witness has to be there to see that the girl is blown away by you. And then you pop the question to her and the rest is history. But you only have three tries, Hiccup, so use them wisely."

"Then what happens if I fail?" Hiccup said warily.

Stoic shrugged. "Usually sons of chiefs don't fail those three tries."

"Yes, but there's a 'three-tries-only' policy, so there has to be a catch to this if I fail, right?"

Stoic hesitated. "I don't think I'm the type of guy to ask… but don't worry." He clapped his hand onto Hiccup's back before heading off. "You'll be fine, son. You'll think up of something."

"Da-a-ad, why does this sound like you're hiding something from me?" Hiccup cried. Toothless, who was napping at Hiccup's side, gurgled as though sensing Hiccup's stress. What's wrong, twolegs master? Is your father being a prick in your side again?

"Uh, you can ask Gobber. If you want to know the truth," Stoic said, more sincerely.

"Which still doesn't answer the question!" Hiccup called out to Stoic's disappearing back. He looked at Toothless and smiled hopelessly. "Well, I need to pick up my engagement ring from Gobber tomorrow, anyways. Let's get some shuteye before then, old bud, 'kay?"

- Review? Maybe some constructive criticism?

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