A week passed and everything was going great. They had upgraded the village by building bigger houses to contain more people as they build the village from the ground and back to the way it was. Hiccup didn't complain about being chief even though it was hard at some times. He was just glad his father was recovering and staying by his side to give him guidance whenever he needed it.
The villagers were in new sewed clothes and fully fed by the amount of supplies they were getting in by the help of the dragons. The outcasts offered their ships for Bucket and Mulch to use as they went fishing. They thanked them and set out with a few dragons followed to scare them up some fish.
Hiccup was in the forge; helping Gobber with some new saddles since most of them were either gone or ripped to pieces when the dragons came back.
"I'm going for lunch," Gobber said giving the last saddle for the last villagers. After a long day of working, they were finally getting to the finish line. Only a few saddles were remaining and those were for Hiccup's friends. He decided to do it a little special.
"Okay Gobber. I'm just going to stay here a bit longer," Gobber nodded and took off towards the Great Hall.
Hiccup went to his little new hut where he had his remaining sketches. Some of them were luckily not burned down from the attack. Surprisingly had he found them back in his house.
He picked up the sketches that Gobber had helped him with and went back inside the main part of the forge, grabbing a long piece of leather on the way. He laid the piece of leather down on one of the cleared tables and took out his pen to sketch out the part he would use. Once finished, he took a metal pinch, brought the leather over to the boiling water and left it in it for a minutes before laying it on top of a nadder formed wooden structure to begin smoothing it out.
Toothless sat by the entrance, to get some of the cold air from the inside, and watched his rider curiously. Sometimes giving him small questioning sounds.
"Man, it's hot in here," Hiccup complained, drying his sweaty forehead with a clean towel. He removed his tunic and went over to one of the windows and opened it. "Mmm," He smiled as a cold breeze came, cooling down his hot skin. He enjoyed the little moment before going back to work, not having notice the villagers looking at him with wide eyes. Mostly the women.
Hiccup went back to working on the saddles when he suddenly heard someone calling for him. He dropped his tools and took a towel to wipe the sweat off his hands. The voices called him again.
"Okay, I'm coming," He called out, walking over to the open window to see women, some younger and some older than him, crowded around, holding weapons out to him.
"Can you sharpen my axe?" A blond girl asked.
"No take mine first!" Another one yelled, pushing the other away from him. Hiccup took a step back as a hand reached out for him. He let go of the towel and grabbed the closest axe, making one of the girls squeal and the others sigh.
"Take your time Hiccup!" The girls called out as he walked into the forge to the grinner.
"That was weird," Hiccup muttered, starting the grinding wheel. Toothless snorted, rolling his eyes as he kept an eye on the glaring women by the window. Hiccup laid the axe against the grinding wheel, keeping his eyes on the sword to make sure he didn't leave a single crack. Once finished, he didn't even bother to stop the wheel, and walked over to the window again, running a hand through his hair to get the hair out of his eyes. "Here," He gave it to the girl, ignoring the other girls glaring at him with lust in their eyes. Once he handed it over, another one was placed in his hand. Hiccup sighed and examined the sword in his hand. "This is just newly repaired," He said, running his fingers over the blade.
"Oh, it is?" A brunette asked dumbly. "It just felt like it would break at any moment," She said, leaning her head in her palm, keeping her eyes locked on Hiccup's sweaty abs.
"Well, it's lighter than any usual sword," Hiccup said, throwing the sword up before it landed in his hands again. He walked around the corner and walked outside past the girls who were staring at him. "Let's find out," He smirked, making some girls faint. He walked over to the fence around the forge and raised the sword above his head before swinging it down on the thick plank. Looking down, only two seconds later the plank slid out of its place, breaking from the fence and down to the grass. He turned to the girls who stared at him. "Well, there's nothing wrong with it. It's the strongest sword I've ever come across!" He chuckled, handing it over to the girl. "What metal is it?" He asked curiously.
"Gronckle iron," The girl smiled, accepting the sword. "Fishlegs and Gobber discovered it when you were away," Hiccup nodded, smiling a little. "I will have to ask them about that later," He said smiling. "Who's next?"