Tuffnut POV
Today was awful. Hiccup and Astrid got married. They're only 21! That's not why it was awful though, I'm not gonna pretend. It was awful because Hiccup and Astrid are together forever now, Fishlegs and Heather seem to be doing well, and my sister, my only human companion in life ditches me all the time for her beloved Snotface. And who do I have? Half of a dragon that seems to be in love with his other half, always way too busy for Tuffnut.
All I want is someone to spend time with, ya know? I'm not a bad guy, and I may not be the sharpest sword in the armory, but I know that I would be good for somebody. Of all of the guys, how am I the one that's alone?
I continued thinking to myself with my head down after the big celebration. Our chief getting married was such a big deal to everyone. But I mean, come on, it's just Hiccup. I was slowly making my way down to my house after dinner at the Great Hall. I snuck out a little early... I hope Hiccup didn't notice. As I'm walking down the trail, completely lost in thought, I bump into a stranger.
"Ah, sorry man." I said to the fellow. He was probably about 50, and I had definitely never seen him around before.
"Oh, that's alright. Actually, I'm a little lost. I was looking for the Great Hall, I must give my congratulations to my nephew, Hiccup." He smiled.
"Wait, nephew? How?" I asked, rather confused. "Stoick's only brother was Spitelout."
"Ah, yes, Stoick. I'm very sorry for what happened. But I'm not related to Stoick, not by blood. I'm Valka's older brother. When I heard she had been found, I thought I'd come to see her, and then I heard that little Hiccup was getting married, and wasn't so little anymore. So, I brought along the family to meet the rest of the family."
"Rest of the family?" I said, looking for the missing pieces to this puzzle.
"Oh, yes, this here's Styrka, my wife, Lojala, my oldest daughter, Magnus, my son," He gestured to the three other strangers, "and Lura, my youngest daughter."
Oh my Thor she was gorgeous. "Oh, yeah, uh, the uh, wow."
"Are you alright, son?" Asked the man in a rough viking accent, looking concerned, as I became more and more lost in Lura's beautiful dark brown eyes. She had light brown hair with light and dark streaks running down it, one braid stretching across the top of her head and down to the left side, connecting with several other braids. Then it was all gathered into one long, flat braid stretching down to her waist. And, oh gods, how her body looked underneath it. She wore a tight blue shirt, covered in a white-brown spotted shoulder cover. It was interesting. I realized how weird I must have looked, and noticed the girl blushing.
I cleared my throat and fixed my collar and tried to correct myself. "Sorry, the Great Hall is right up this road. I was actually headed up there now!" I lied. But I needed to see more of Lura.
"Okay lad, show us the way!" He commanded, excited to get there. "What did you say your name was?"
"Oh, right, where ARE my manners. My name, good sir, is Tuffnut, Tuffnut Thorston." I did a little bow, trying to show off my gentlemanly behavior, looking up at Lura as I came out of it to see her response. I was awarded with a little giggle, as she brought her closed hand to her mouth. I smiled a big dorky smile, completely on accident. That was a first, smiling because a girl smiled. "Nice to meet you Tuffnut, my name is Oland." He interrupted my inner babble.
And with that, I began to walk back up to the Great Hall where they were surely still celebrating. Once we got there, Oland spotted Valka right away, and she noticed him heading in her direction, but I slipped out before all of the mushy reunion stuff. Lura was beautiful, but I needed to head home to clear my head.