So, this is another one I had lying around my files.

Warning: spoilers for HTTYD2.

Enjoy the fluff!

Music for this is 'Marchin On' by OneRepublic.

Setting: A couple days after the events of HTTYD2

Mom

"So, who's the girl?"

Hiccup jumped away from the project he was working on for one of the villagers. He may have been chief now, but he wasn't about to give up blacksmithing just because he was busy with his new responsibilities. It something he loved to do and he'd be damned if he quit.

He turned around to see his mother, her hands clasped in front of her long brown skirt and her green eyes shining.

"Wh-What?" he asked, nervously.

"Well, I just assumed that, since you two weren't exactly kissing chastely in front of the whole village,-"

Hiccup cut her off. "Oh. Oh, right, I'm sorry." He closed his sketchbook and began mildly tidying his desk. "That's, um, Astrid Hofferson." His cheeks flushed pink and he rubbed the back of his next.

He didn't know why he didn't mention to his mom his long-time girlfriend. It really made no sense, but he assumed it was because he was so caught up in his mother and the dragons and Drago that he completely forgot that his mother wouldn't know.

It was common knowledge that the two young Vikings were together for good; that they were in it for the long run. It must have slipped his mind that his mother hadn't been around Berk for nearly twenty years.

"Ah," Valka smiled. "Hofferson… Oddny and Agi's daughter?"

Hiccup nodded, his blush fading but his fingers still twisting nervously. He didn't know why he was so nervous: probably because this was his mother and he wanted her to like his girlfriend. They were both so important to him and he wanted them to have a relationship like the one Astrid had had with his father.

The two had grown closer over the five years of Hiccup and Astrid's relationship. Astrid was almost as cut up as him when he was killed. Murdered by Drago Bludvist.

He shook his head; he didn't want to think about that now.

"Yeah," he said, piling papers into the corner of his desk.

Valka opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by a female voice calling into the shop.

"Babe?" It was the Hofferson girl herself.

She entered the back room of the shop like she had done so many times before. Her hair was glued to her forehead with sweat and her cheeks were flushed. She had been training.

"Oh!" she said when she noticed Hiccup's mother standing behind Hiccup himself. She had clearly interrupted a conversation. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't realize…"

"It's fine, Astrid," Hiccup said, walking up to her and pecking her cheek in greeting. "Did you need something?"

His hand found her waist and rubbed soothing circles on her stomach through the fabric of her shirt. "Um, yeah. My axe is blunt again."

She pulled the weapon from behind her. "No problem." Hiccup grabbed the axe away from her, stumbling a bit under its weight. He managed to maneuver his way to the main room of the smith. Astrid and his mom followed close behind him.

"You're the Hofferson girl," Valka said to the young blonde.

Astrid nodded and leaned against the doorframe. It wasn't a question.

"And you're, er, seeing my son?" Valka twisted her fingers the same way Hiccup did when he was nervous.

Astrid smiled at the mention of the Chief. "Yeah. For about five years now."

Valka's eyes widened. "I didn't know it was so long." She pursed her lips, staring at her boy working the blade of the large axe on the spinning, stone wheel. "I missed a lot," she murmured, mainly for herself.

"Yeah, you did," Astrid said. "But there's still a lot left."

"So, you don't hate me for leaving?" Valka asked. She felt so incredibly inferior beside the girl, who had known he son for so much longer than her, knew him so much better than her.

Astrid shook her head. "Hiccup trusts you. That's good enough for me. Believe it or not, the dork is actually a pretty good judge of character."

Valka smiled and touched Astrid's arm. The touch was soft and gentle, a mother's touch. "Are there any plans for marriage?" she asked. Her anxiety was beginning to fade around the blonde warrior.

"A couple," she grinned. "We've talked about it, but we're not entirely sure when. It's kind of an 'it'll happen when it happens' sort of thing. I, personally, think that Hiccup's just too chicken to ask me. I don't know why; he knows what my answer will me."

Valka laughed. The blonde decided she liked the way her boyfriend's mother laughed; with her whole body and her head thrown back.

"And what would your answer be?" Valka asked.

"Yes, of course."

Hiccup walked up to the pair of women, newly sharpened axe in hand. "One sharpened axe for you, milady." He handed her the axe and trapped her other hand in his.

Astrid rolled her eyes. "You're a dork, but thanks," she said fondly, lacing her fingers with his.

"Says you," Hiccup shot back. "And anything for you, Astrid. Everything go okay?" he asked, licking his lips nervously.

Astrid shot him a weird look. "Of course. Why wouldn't it?" Hiccup stuttered, becoming awkward once again.

"It went perfectly fine, son," Valka assured, grinning at the pair of lovers. They reminded her so much of her and Stoick and their firsts months together as a married couple.

Their fathers had arranged their marriage when they were a couple years younger than the pair in front of her. Valka was the daughter of one of the best warriors on the Isle of Berk, who had passed away not a month after watching his daughter marry. Their relationship had started out awkward, but soon began to blossom into a beautiful romance, not unlike the romance of her son.

Hiccup grinned goofily, pecking his lady swiftly on the lips. "Want to go flying?" he asked.

"What about your chief duties?" Astrid asked, concerned.

"I have the afternoon off and Toothless hasn't been out in days. He's getting annoying." Hiccup grabbed her hands in his.

Astrid smirked. "Okay, okay. I'll wait for you outside."

When she was gone, Valka touched her son on the arm just as he was about to turn away. He turned to her and she said, "She really is beautiful."

Hiccup smiled blissfully. "I know."

"You picked well, Hiccup," she said.

Hiccup shrugged, thinking. "We picked each other," he decided after a while.

"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III! I don't care if you're chief now, I will still kick your sorry butt if you keep me waiting much longer!"

He gave his mother a kiss on the cheek. "I guess I gotta go. Love you, mom."

He raced out of the smith and Valka stared at his shrinking figure, smiling sadly. She really had missed a lot.

"I love you too, son."

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-Lou