Hulda runs towards the forge, where her older brother Stoick is currently sharpening his axe. The twins are large in size, reaching the height of their tall father, with muscle masses that's somewhere between both of their namesakes, Stoick Haddock the Vast and Finn Hofferson the Fearless. Stoick keep his blond hair in a tight braid down his back, wearing brown leather armor, covered in spikes made of gronkle iron.

Stoick's axe was also made of gronkle iron, as of most of the weapons on Berk nowadays.

As the Haddock girl reaches the forge Hulda is hit with heat. The green eyed girl is wearing her favourite and most worn outfit, a long sleeved purple tunic, dark brown linen leggings, with black knee pads sewn onto them, and skirt similar to her grandmother's, Valka, leather with yak hair under layer that reaches her left ankle, but only mid thigh on the right side. Hulda wears black boots, with no fur or any decorations, and a black belt to hold up her skirt. The young woman never tied her hair back, always letting it flow loosely down her body, reaching her lower back, no helmet or headband to pull her fringe out of her face. Her pale skin is covered in scattered freckles, and a few moles.

Hulda finally reaches the sultry smithy, and pokes her head in the door to see her brothers large frame. "Stoick? Stoick!" She calls, getting her older brothers attention.

Stoick sighs, stopping his actions to look at his disgrace of a sister. "What do you want Ink Splatter?" The blond demands, glaring at her.

The girl in question squares her shoulders, and glares at the man with the large double blade ax. Hulda despises the nickname, but holds her tongue. "Have you seen Ashes?" Hulda asks with a monotone voice. The auburn hair girl knew she needed to be good, and practice her more political side to secure her spot at the Gathering.

"I actually haven't seen that pest all day. Almost went through the whole morning without any annoyances, then you showed your face." Stoick said ruthlessly sneering at the youngest Haddock

Hulda refuses to bite, not feeling up for the physical punishment that would come with it. Instead she took a deep breath and smiled at her elder brother, causing him to lose his smirk suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

"Thank you for the information Stoick," Hulda said diplomatically. "I shall continue my search elsewhere. Until dinner." She says with a polite nod, and turns to walk towards the docks.

Snotlout Jorgenson pokes his head out of the back of the workshop. "Hate to tell yeah Stoick, but your little sister is sounding more and more like your father each time I speak with her." The large adult says with a small chuckle. He still wears the same attire, the only notable difference from his younger adult years is that Snotlout has a sizable beard, and has a full black bear cape he will wear out of the forge.

Stoick growls, scrunching up his face. "She is screwing somethin' up for me Uncle. I can feel it in my bones." The blond says, glaring at his siblings retreating figure.

This causes the heavily muscled man to sigh, disliking the hate towards Berk's new 'hiccup'. Snotlout only has a son, Shoutlout, with Ruffnut Thorston before she came incapable of carrying anymore children. The black haired man saw Hulda as if she was his own daughter, hoping that by doing this the Gods will forgive him for the grief he caused Hiccup.

Grabbing his cape off the coat hook, Snotlout attaches it to his round shoulder pads. "Then I guess I should go help her. Finish the welding for the new dragon trough." He commands before heading off after his only niece.

Snotlout caught up with her quickly, and gave her a light push on the shoulder. Hulda stumbled forwards, furious, and about to begin shouting until she saw her favourite person, Uncle Snotlout.

"Farbror!" She exclaimed, using the olden way to say Uncle. Even though Snotlout is technically a second cousin to Hiccup's children, it was easier for them to simply call him Uncle. In fact they call all of Hiccup's close friends either Aunt or Uncle.

Snotlout smiled at the nickname, and opened his arms just in time to catch Hulda jumping into them. "Hello there my Valkyrie, what are you up to?" He asks, as he carefully sets her on the ground.

The simple question cause Hulda to smile, and she began a quick speech.

"Okay we'll you know how dad will randomly be in a good mood? Well at first he was angry, and I assume that's from punching Termagant the other day," Hulda said sheepishly, causing Snotlout to laugh. Termagant the Second was the only daughter of Fishlegs and Heather Ingerman. They also had three sons, Oswald the Second, Dagur the Second, and Alvin the Second. Oswald is the oldest, then its Termagant, Dagur, and lastly Alvin.

Termagant was a stuck up bitch.

"So I was gonna stay home all day. And by mid-morning I was all done with stitching up the torn tunics and trousers. As I went to go and put away mom and dad's, I see dad's drawings, and I'm thinking, well this is strange because dad always hides them in his table drawer. So I put the clothes on the bed and start snooping." Hulda rambles, not stopping for a breath. Snotlout listened to his niece intently. "Dad was down right pissed, I thought for sure this time he'll disown me, thank the Gods I actually kept my mouth shut, and I ran out of there into the forest. Then dad caught up to me and we had the most uncomfortable conversation ever Farbror, it felt like torture!" Snotlout nodding along with the young lady as they walked down the docks, and head to the rocky beach, towards the maze of tunnels.

Snotlout felt a pang of pity for his cousin. Hiccup and Hulda use to be inseparable, always talking, creating, exploring, learning, and cooking together. But as soon as the little lady turned nine Hiccup stopped treating her like a daughter and more like the possible future Heir of Berk. Instead of laughing off her accidents Hiccup begun to lecture her, and the more pressure he put on Hulda, the worst Hulda's mistakes became. As the young Haddock's mistakes increased, so did Hiccup's frustration. Quickly their loving relationship that vikings were envious of was destroyed. Snotlout watched it all unfold and tried to warn his cousin, but Hiccup refused to listen. So instead of fighting the Chief, Snotlout made sure his only niece still had a loving father figure, even if it wasn't her actual father.

Snotlout knew this annoyed Hiccup, but calmed the Dragon Master's anger by giving him random updates on his daughter's life.

"Then dad said You are my blood, and therefore can fight for the title of Chief of Berk, or something like that and invited me to the Chief gathering, and said I could bring Ashes!" Hulda says, the excitement making her voice bubble through the familiar cave. Snotlout smiled widely and put his thick arm around the petite girl.

"This is fantastic my Valkyrie! If Ashes is not sleeping, then she might be out looking for you." Snotlout said softly, squeezing Hulda tightly to him.

The green eyed youth laughed, feeling very much at home in the cave with her uncle. He was the only one who accepted her, helped her with Ashes, and was the only one who attempted to train her. Snotlout comes to Hulda and asks for her help when trying to upgrade something, gets her opinion and her plans, then follows them out. The youngest Haddock might be helpless in the forge, but she could come up with some fantastic blue prints.

They walk to the end of the cave and find Ashes sleeping in a nest of scrap metal that Snotlout gave to the girls. Ashes got separated from her pack years ago, and let Hulda fill the void. Hulda's stealth came in handy while trying to make this dragon her friend. Hiccup wanted to reunite it with its herd as soon as Ashes was caught. Hulda befriended Ashes, and got Snotlout to help her train the small dragon. After Hulda and Ashes built a strong bond, the green eyed girl confronted her father, which sent him into a rage for undermining him. Hulda was kicked out of the house, and Hiccup banned anyone from letting her live with them, pointedly making the threat at Snotlout.

That is when Hulda and Ashes found this cave, and she lived there for the week, catching fish in the shallows, have Ashe cook them, and eating them together. Snotlout, knowing full well the amount of trouble he would be in if he got caught, brought scrap metal to Hulda's cave, and gave it to the girls. It was Hulda's first punishment of this scale from Hiccup, and she was only 14. Now at the age of 19, has dealt with 5 of these types of punishments. Snotlout couldn't stand them and helped Hulda with every single one, something that he made sure Hiccup knew.

The small dragon, bounds out of her nest, tackling Hulda to the ground with a flurry of kisses. Laughing, Hulda holds her dragon to her while turning her head away from Ashes. The dragon's body was a light shade of grey, except for her lower jaw and underbelly which is shades darker. The tips of every spike covering Ashes body are tinged blue.

Snotlout laughs at the signs of affection, a tear of laughter coming from his slate blue eyes. "Well isn't this just adorable? Come on, we need to head back to your quarters." Snotlout said quickly, turning to walk out of the crave.

The black haired man might be getting soft with age, but he will fight Odin himself before letting anyone see it.

The two vikings made their way back to the Chief's hut, dragon in tow. Snotlout and Hulda spoke vividly about their day to day lives, and what the Gathering might be like. Snotlout let his niece know about the tension between the Hairy Hooligans and the Murderous Tribes, and how an agreement needs to be made at the Gathering or else a viking war could break loose. Snotlout has been to a few, being Hiccup's left hand, and Fishlegs being Hiccups right hand man.

Hulda nodded, reaching her hut as her Uncle finished giving her the information. Snotlout also warned the young lady to be on her best behaviour, and to only speak up when it's respectable to do so.

Heading Snotlout's warning Hulda gave him a large hug, and headed inside, Ashes on her heels.

"Mom?" She calls, letting the door slam shut behind her.

With a soft sigh, Astrid heads down the stairs to greet her only daughter. "I'm right here Hulda."

The blonde woman smiles as she sees her daughter's happy expression. "What's the good news?" She asks, sitting down on the wooden couch.

Hulda sits beside her mother, a little bit nervous. Pulling Ashes into her lap, Hulda smiles at the older woman. "Dad said I could come to the Chief Gathering and part take in the running for Chief…"

Astrid's blue eyes widen, and stares at her daughter shocked. She and Hiccup agreed that their daughter was much to weak for the attempt to be granted that power. "What?"

"Mom I want the chance to be Chief, please!" The auburn hair woman begs, a slight edge to her voice. She could tell by Astrid's face that a fight was about to break out.

Blue eyes narrowed at harden green ones. "Hulda you are not strong enough, you'll have to battle both your brother's, and you'll die!" Astrid exclaims, knowing if Hiccup actually allows her to fight for this her stubborn daughter will not yield, for Hulda was the most headstrong viking in Berk... Other than Hiccup of course.

Hulda stands up, placing Ashes gently on the couch, glaring at her mother. "THEN I DIE MOM!" She snaps, body shaking from anger. Before her mother has another chance to speak, Hulda continues. "Seriously, let me do this! All I'm asking is permission to fight for my birth right!" She begs softly, back straight, hands balled into fists at her sides.

Back outside, Hiccup is almost home when he notices Snotlout coming towards him from Hiccup's destination. "Snotlout," Hiccup says with a nod of his head.

Snotlout blocks his path causing Hiccup to sigh. "You know the street is plenty big enough for you to go around me."

The larger male glares at the smaller one, causing the Chief's back to straighten. "Well out with it."

Grabbing his Chief's shoulder Snotlout leans in close. "You let Hulda fight fair and square for your seat. Don't give her this chance and snatch it away again."

Hiccup tried to interrupt to defend his actions, but Snotlout won't let him. "Seriously Hiccup. Either try to mend the relationship, and let her die with honor, or deny her the chance, and watch her leave Berk behind."

The Chief sighs, looking down at his leather boots. "Neither of those outcomes sound like something I want Snotlout."

"It's not the outcomes that matter here. And it's also not about what you want. This is about your only daughter, and the time you use between now and the end." Feeling confident in his warning, Snotlout leaves his cousin to get back to the forge.

Toothless nudges Hiccup forward, and the two make it back to the house. As they step inside, Hiccup is not even a little surprised to hear yelling.

"NO! No Hulda and that's final! UNDERSTAND ME!?" Astrid screams, as Toothless joins Stormfly on the rafters of the ceiling.

What does surprise Hiccup is the tone and volume in which Hulda responds with. "While I understand you loud and clear mother, I simply cannot accept those terms. I would rather die than pass on the opportunity."

"Very nicely spoken Hulda." Hiccup states, moving to stand beside his wife. He can see that Astrid's eyes are brimming with tears, and that she was beginning to feel crushed.

Putting an arm around his wife, he looks at his daughter. Hulda's head is held high, back straight, hands fisted, face unreadable.

Hulda nods her head slightly to her father's compliment. "Thank you," She says, crossing her arms over her small chest, back straight and rigid, chin jutting outwards.

Astrid turns to her husband, her blue eyes brimmed with tears. "This will not happen Hiccup." The wife of the Chief is ready for a fight.

Scratching the back of his neck, Hiccup shrugs at the blonde and looks his daughter in the eye. "I already gave Hulda permission, I can't go back on my word. Right Astrid?"

The blue eyed woman shoves her husband towards the hearth of the house, and quickly grabs her youngest child's meek bicep. "There is no muscle here! And you think you could defeat your brothers!?"

Hulda flinches back, pain shooting through her body at her mother's strong grip. The youngest Haddock has done her best to keep her cool, to stay calm and collected, to show Hiccup that she could and would make a fantastic Chief.

Green eyes meet blue, and Hulda slowly shakes her head at Astrid. "No mom, I do not believe I could beat the twins."

Confused and incapable of understanding, Astrid represses the urge to shake her daughter. "Do you have a death wish!?"

"Maybe I do! Just let me try!" Hulda cries, trying to pry her mother's fingers off her arm. Her own eyes begin to well up with tears from the pain.

Hiccup puts his hands on Astrid's shoulders. "You have to let go of her Astrid." He could feel the slight tremble through the blue eyed beauty's body. He knows why, he understands. They know their sons will yield to each other as soon as they realize they can't win the fight, Hiccup and Astrid will not have to worry about losing one of their boys. Unlike Hulda, who will die for the cause. Neither parents are ready to lose their children.

Hulda is the only one who is ready. She is ready to leave the land of Berk, and go on thousands of adventures. She is ready to become a great viking and lead a village of people. Hulda is ready to tame and befriend an amazing dragon, and bring peace to nations.

After a few moments of internal war, Astrid releases her daughter's arm and leans against her Chief for support.

The young woman steps away from her parents and rubs the purple tunic that covers her arm. Hulda can tell by the throbbing that she will have a bruise on her upper arm.

"A Chief must show no fear, no worry… A Chief is a leader first, and a man second…" Hiccup says sternly. "Now, one of you two need to start dinner, I am starving." He sighs making eye contact with both of the Haddock women before climbing the stairs to tackle more paper work.

Astrid stares at her daughter. "You heard your father. Cook dinner, I'll grab your brothers and Valka." Astrid looks at her feet and begins to walk past the frozen girl. "I cannot even stand to look at you right now."

Astrid says this under her breath, but Hulda still hears her mother loud and clear. Her knees finally becoming way to weak, she sits on the couch beside her dragon and allows the tears to fall down her face while swallowing the sobs.

Eventually the tears stop and dry on her skin. Giving Ashes a quick hug, Hulda walks out of the back door to grab a plucked chicken out of the ice box. The ice box is just a stone container with a bunch of ice in it, it helps keep the meet from rotting.

The green eyed girl lights hearth, puts the chicken on the spit and hanging a cauldron filled with vegetables just above the fire.

Hulda throws some herbs into the cauldron, and burns herself rubbing the herbs into the chicken skin. Just a small first degree burn.

As she slowly rotates the chicken her brothers, mother, and grandmother enter the house.

"That smells delightful!" Valka compliments happily walking to greet her granddaughter with a hug. "Hey Amma*," Hulda replies.

"You are so much like your grandfather, Stoick. He could cook, sing, dance, and he was a huge dork most of the time. He was very stubborn as well, but kind hearted, would always put the people above his own wants and needs. You are exactly like him, and he was a great man!" Valka smiled hoping her words would encourage her granddaughter and get her daughter-in-law to stop whining and complaining about the situation.

Hiccup came down the stairs, greeting his sons happily. He pulled Astrid in for a kiss, which she returned but without any emotion.

Everyone grabbed some food, and sat at the table. No one spoke expect for when Valka complimented Hulda on how great the meal tasted. Which it was, but Hiccup could not find the words to express himself. So he went for a different topic.

"So the gather is in two days, tomorrow we leave by boat at sun up. All three of yo-" Hiccup was cut off by his sons scoffing in disbelief.

"Wait do you mean the three of us!?" Finn growled out.

"That runt is NOT coming! No way!" Stoick barked.

"ENOUGH!" Hiccup shouted, slamming his fist on the table. "I am your father and I am your Chief. I ultimately who decides to take my chair, and how dare both of you treat your sister with such disrespect." He shouted. He never understood why the boys would always pick on their sister. "I am so sick of you acting like children, you all need to grow up. Yes your sister is attending the Gathering, and thank the Gods she is because neither of you are as good with diplomacy as Hulda is. She is the only one who will be allowed to talk, the two of you and stand there silently." Hiccup snapped at his boys, pointing at the two of them with his chicken leg before eating it.

Hulda sat up very straight and a small grin graced her face. This was the first time her father complimented her on something other than her cooking in a very long time.


*Amma = Norse word for Grandmother