The Scottish Hot-Head and the Viking Idiot

by woahmancalmdown

Merida's turned down 23 marriage proposals, and her parents are desperate enough to hire an unknowing Viking boy as their new stable boy in a last-ditch effort for her suitor (he does have royal blood, sort of). Then the Vikings attack, and everything is flipped upside-down... including Merida's feelings. Can these two get past their difficulties and save Dun'Broch?

1. Chapter 1

Merida hated the boy right from the start.

Okay, so maybe boy didn't describe him too well, as he was a twenty year old man, but boy made him seem pathetic, which he was. Pathetic, and clumsy, and very capable of ruining a bow.

She had been minding her business, grooming Angus and enjoying the hustle and bustle of the castle yard, when there was a bang, a string of curses, and a pair of green eyes staring up at her guiltily. He was entangled in a bucket, a lead rope, and her bow, which was snapped in half under his weight.

She saw red right then, and that wasn't even the start.

She understood that her parents wanted a stable boy to replace the one who had stormed out (the thirteenth one), but it's not like she started the argument. He was just an idiot. But why did they have to bring HIM in? Why Hiccup?

It got worse. After apologizing multiple times, and backing away slowly, Hiccup somehow managed to step on the bow AGAIN, deeming it irepairable. It's not like she couldn't get a new one, Merida knew that it was very possible being a princess, but it was the circumstances. She knew he wasn't "just a stable boy". He had royal blood in there somewhere, she'd overheard it in the whispered conversations of her parents. Tney were once again searching for suitors for their daughter.

Of course, Hiccup didn't know they wanted him for that. He knew they knew he was destined to be chief of Berk, and that he had some very famous, high-class (or as high-class as a viking could be) blood in him, but he had no knowledge of suitors or marriages. He just wanted a job that could support him and Toothless.

He didn't even know that Merida had turned down twenty-three proposals, seventeen of which whom were asked by men who were not from Scotland. Her parents had begged, pleaded, demanded that she give one of them a chance, but she had put her foot down., and turned away men who beautiful, ugly, tall, short, great with a bow, great with a sword.

Hiccup was a last resort. He was, after all, a member of the Berk vikings, a tribe which had caused trouble with Dunbroch for years. Maybe a marriage could mend things a bit, or so Queen Eleanor hoped dearly.
But after Hiccup made that fateful mistake, his clumsy foot snapping her bow in two, and then two again, she would never even think of considering him.

Never.

Nope.