A/N: What's up guys and gals? I don't have anything to stay but to please enjoy this chapter :)

Also, just so you know, I've planned to upload every Tuesday or Wednesday.


Valka woke up early that morning. She was still concerned if Stoick would be angry with her. She sat at the dining table with nothing but a cup of water. She kept thinking about what would have happened if she stayed in the house. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard footsteps upstairs. She put her face in her hands; she was terrified to look at him.

Stoick saw his wife hunched over the table with her face buried in her palms. He was upset about last night, but he was hoping she wasn't acting like this because of it. He knew he may have come down a little harsh on her, but he was having mixed feelings seeing her out there. The young man sighed and pulled a seat out and sat on the other side of the table. Valka didn't look up; she knew he was staring down at her.

"Valka, I understand why you are acting like this, but I gave you orders."

"Orders?!" Valka cried with a muffle from her hands. The young woman lifts her head up and looks at him in the eyes. "I'm not a soldier, Stoick! I know my place, and my place was to make sure those creatures will escape."

"Escape?! They attacked us!"

"They only attacked because you guys showed up with your weapons!"

"What were we supposed to do Valka? Let them leave with our flock, and the fish we caught? Oh and let's not forget you were cornered by one of those beasts!" Stoick hollered at her. She purse her lip at him, she was having a hard time with this conversation. Wait, this wasn't a conversation, this was a fight. This was their first official fight with yelling and arguing.

"Stoick, what are you really annoyed about?"

"I don't want to talk about this." He mumbled looking down at her.

"I know by law I'm your wife, but I see you as my friend. Do you trust me enough as your friend to talk to me?" Valka started to get anxious by his hesitation. "Stoick, do you see me as a friend?"

Stoick turned his head away from her; he wasn't sure how to answer that. Once he was about to answer, he saw her light green eyes filling up with tears, but she blinked them away.

"Oh, I see….well I need to go anyway. I had plans to meet with my mother, and you need to pick up your father." Valka whispered as she slowly got up and walked to the door. Stoick got up and tried to grab her, but she was already out the door. Once the door was slammed shut, Stoick threw his fist in the air and hit the table.

"You are a stupid man, Stoick." He hissed at himself.

~oOo~

After he calmed down, he left the house to visit his friend at The Forge. He heard the clanking mettle and saw an older gentleman making a sword.

"Hello Mr. Geir, is Gobber here by any chance?"

"He's in the back, son."

"Thank you."

The man nodded and went back to his work. Stoick walked to the back of the shop, and saw his friend drawing out something on the desk. Stoick cleared his throat, and Gobber turned his head and saw his friend standing in the doorway.

"Hey Stoick, what can I help you with?"

"Gobber, I really messed up with Valka." Stoick said as he took a seat by the table and pinch the bridge of his nose.

"What did you do now?"

"We had a little fight, and she asked me if I saw her as a friend."

"And you said?"

"I didn't say anything." He whispered. Gobber lowered his brows and shook his head.

"Stoick, I'm only going to say this because I'm your friend. You're an idiot."

"I didn't know what to say!"

"Oh gee, I don't know. How about 'oh yes Valka, I see you as a friend too. I mean I think I should because we live together and are married'." Gobber mocked in a deep voice.

Stoick crossed his arms at him. "It wasn't that simple, Gobber." Stoick grumbled.

"Well, I don't know why you couldn't just tell her that you saw her as a friend."

"I'm still trying to figure out my feelings!" He bellowed at him, and then he took a breath to calm down. "All I know is that I did a foolish act, and now I need to make it up to her somehow."

"Just saying 'sorry' isn't going to cut it, I'll tell you that."

Stoick stared to pace around the room. He wasn't so sure how to apologize to Valka, but then he got an idea.

"I think I got it, what if we went on a date?"

"Um, Stoick, you're not really my type."

Stoick slapped his hand over his head. "I meant Valka!" He cried out then pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Oh…..That makes more sense." Stoick groaned at him while he rubbed his temples before continuing. "Gobber, will you please focus! Do you know anything that Valka will like to happen on a date?"

"Well…..There was this one song she really liked. She always said she wished someone would sing it to her."

"You want me to sing? Gobber, I don't sing."

"Well, you want to make it up to Valka right?"

Stoick groaned and nodded. "Of course I do."

"Then you are going to have to put your dancing shoes on and work on your vocals!"

"Wait….dancing shoes? You didn't say this song had dancing!"

~oOo~

Valka was learning new things to sew with her mother, and of course one of them was baby cloths. Valka kept poking her fingers on the needles every time she thought about what happened that morning.

"Honey, you're going to make your blue shirt red if you keep doing that."

Valka growled and placed the unfinished shirt on her lap. Valka hung her head down just staring at the cloth. Mrs. Jorgenson sighed and placed her kit on the floor. She got up from her seat and bent down at her daughter's level. She places her fingers under her daughter's chin and lifted up her head.

"Dear, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

"Mom, what did you and dad do when you guys got in a fight?" she asked and she felt her lip quiver. Mrs. Jorgenson put her hands on her daughter's cheek. Valka blinked her tears away and took a deep breath. She looked into her mother's eyes; she was doing her best not to cry in front of her.

"Oh baby, it'll get better, trust me."

"You said you and dad got into fights all the time!"

"Valka, you and Stoick are not your father and me. Your first year of marriage is a whole lot better than your father's and mine. Trust me when I say that you and Stoick will work it out."

~oOo~

Valka walked back home and saw Stoick helping his father in the house. Stoick took his father in his room and helped him lay down on his bed. Valka followed and once The Chief was on his back, she walked up to the bed.

"How are you feeling, sir?"

"Sore, that's all I'm feeling." He whined at her before slamming the back of his head back on the pillow. Stoick just shrugged at her, not knowing what to say about the situation. He could tell she was still upset; she only gave him a weak smile and walked out of the room. Stoick followed her and shut the door behind him, he saw her half way up the stairs.

"Valka, can you please wait. I want to talk." Valka stopped walking and turned her body to face him. For the first time, Stoick felt small seeing her looking down at him. Her green eyes were covered with tears, but they were filled with fury.

"Oh now you want to talk." She snapped at him.

"Valka, I know you're angry with me, but I think I know how to make it up to you."

She cocked her brow at him. "How are you going to make it up to me? I thought we were friends, but I guess I was being your friend but you weren't being mine."

"Valka! Just listen to me!" he barked at her. Stoick took a deep breath and added "I want you to meet up with me tomorrow night. I think you might enjoy it."

She put her hands on her hips. She turned her head away from him and thought about it. Valka sighed and nodded at him. Stoick smiled seeing that she agreed.

"So, what do you have planned?"

"Oh, that's the best part. It's a surprise."


A/N: Alright, there you have it! I hope you guys enjoyed this and get ready for chapter 12 next week!

Just a little FYI Geir means "spear" in Nordic, which is why I waned to name The Blacksmith that.