A/N: What's up Hooligans?! Everything good? Well I hope your day gets better if it's not.

Anyway, back to the story :)

***One Year Time Skip!***


A lot of things happened that previous year. Stoick and Gobber became good friends, but Stoick and Alvin have been drifting. It started when Alvin started to disobey Stoick's orders during dragon attacks. Valka didn't agree with what they were arguing about, but she knew disobeying your future chief was a terrible idea.

Alvin did not like that he and Stoick weren't hanging out like they used to. Ever since the marriage, Valka was first, Alvin second. Valka knew Stoick was trying to get closer to her and by doing that, but he was also getting advice from Gobber. She eavesdropped on them talking one day in The Forge, and that's when she realized he was trying to get information about her. She smiled but frowned at the idea. It showed he cared, but not enough to talk to her. Maybe he thought those two months were enough, but she still didn't like the idea.

Gobber also lost his arm and leg over the year during two different attacks. Valka thought getting married was scary, but when she heard Gobber lost both of his limbs she was petrified. Stoick and Valka stayed with Gobber until he got back to working after both amputations. Gobber even embraced the fact he only had two limbs. He created a prosthetic arm so that he could change the hand from a hammer to a mug. Valka and Stoick were glad Gobber was back on his feet, well foot after the attacks. The year wasn't great, but it was okay.

~oOo~

Stoick woke up to an empty bed. He rubbed his blue-green eyes trying to wake up. While he was getting up from bed, he smelled smoke. Fearing that there was a fire, Stoick ran down the stairs but only found a wall of smoke. He heard other footsteps and saw his father running out of his room. They both followed where the smoke was coming from, and saw Valka frying something over the fire.

"Morning chief, morning Stoick, did you two sleep well?" Valka asked moving the pan from the fire to the table. Stoick only saw something black, not food. He and his father looked at each other not knowing what that was in the pan.

"Um dear, maybe we should eat at The Great Hall instead." The Chief suggested.

"Oh, well since it's our first anniversary, I thought I would make breakfast." Valka said gesturing to the black meat.

"Well you know, because it's your anniversary. I think I should leave you two alone and I'll eat at The Great Hall." The Chief said seeing a look of terror from his son. Stoick saw his father getting his cape and walking to the front door. Stoick mouthed at his father "I will kill you."

"Well, goodbye." The Chief said shutting the door.

~oOo~

After Stoick and Valka had breakfast, Stoick walked to The Forge while trying to recover from the food. He didn't know what that was before it got burned, but all he knew was to never let her cook alone.

"Good morning, Stoick, and happy anniversary." Gobber said seeing his friend walking up to the window.

"Thank you Gobber, but I wish the day had started happier."

"What happened?" Gobber asked pounding a sword. Stoick tried to talk over the clanking of the sword and hammer.

"Valka made breakfast and my dad left to eat edible food."

"What did she make this time? Was it over cooked chicken or scorched fish?"

"I was afraid to ask, but all I know that it tasted like ash."

"Oh, she must have made eggs. At least they taste like something this time."

Stoick hung his head and made a sound of disgust.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to her cooking."

"I would like it if she would learn how to cook."

~oOo~

That evening, everyone went to The Great Hall to celebrate. The couple sat in their spot by The Chief and watched everyone around them. Gobber had his mug hand attached drinking mead out of it. He kept singing around the hall while swinging his mug hand. Valka felt bad for laughing, but he rarely gets this drunk.

Gobber put an arm around Alvin and kept singing. The Viking snarled at Gobber and threw him on the floor. The fall didn't seem to bother him; he got back up and walked to the table by his chief. Stoick pulled a chair out for his drunken friend.

"What is wrong with you, Gobber?" Stoick asked pushing his friend in the chair.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? It's your wedding anniversary and you're not celebrating!" Gobber said and pushed his mug hand in Stoick's face. "Have a drink my friend."

Stoick sighed and took a sip from the mug. "There happy? Now try to calm yourself-"

"Come on Stoick! Take the mug, live a little!"

Stoick was having a hard time hearing this. He was trying not to get drunk, he didn't trust himself to drink. He didn't want to do or say anything stupid. He's done it before in the past, when he gets drunk he'll tell secrets to random people. He hadn't had any mead for a year and the temptation was killing him. Valka saw Stoick rubbing his fingers together by the mug. She ran up to them and pushed Gobber's mug hand away from Stoick.

"I think you should just keep the mead, Gobber." Valka said patting his shoulder.

The blond man shrugged at her. He tried to get up from the chair, but collapsed on the floor. Stoick and Valka pulled him back up and help him to get on the chair. While they were trying to get the passed out man to sit up, Valka heard women talking in the background.

"Maybe it would be best if Stoick took that mead."

"If he gets drunk, maybe he'll finally get Valka pregnant."

Valka turned her head and saw the two women. She couldn't believe some of the women on this island. Was having a kid that important? She knew that she needed to give Stoick an heir, but she didn't need to be reminded of it.

"I wonder if Freya cursed her. She's been married a year, and no children."

"It makes sense, why would the woman who won't kill dragons give birth to a great leader? Maybe it's for the best."

"No successor? I'm pretty sure with the father being Stoick; we can at least have a leader."

"Having a leader who won't kill dragons? Berk won't last if Valka's the mother."

Valka couldn't listen to it anymore. She walked up to Stoick and tapped behind his shoulder. Her husband turned around and saw the misery on her face. He knew it must have been the gossip again. He put his arm around her shoulder and they left their celebration.

~oOo~

"I'm getting tired of these women!"

"I know Valka, but you can't let them get to you."

"They are saying Freya cursed me! If they only knew-"

"They can't know we broke tradition."

Valka sighed and rubbed her temples. She knew what he was saying, if the people knew they never had consummated the married they would be hated. Vikings were all about tradition, especially Berkians.

"Valka, don't worry. Don't let these women get to you, the gossip will stop eventually. We decided to make this marriage our own. If you let those women tell you to have a child when you are not ready, then they don't know what marriage is about."

"Do we know what marriage is about?"

"We're still learning about marriage, there is no doubt about that."


A/N: Hope you have enjoyed chapter 9, and I'll upload sometime next week :) Don't forget to review and please no flames.