Hiccup was a stupid boy sometimes. He lacked the skills needed to fight dragons. But he was a fine smith. He knew what he wanted to do would be hard, but worth it. As he sketched and designed the new tail he had envisioned for Toothless, he was consumed in the fires of the forge and the desirer o help the dragon he had unintentionally grounded. He was so consumed by thought that he didn't notice Merida walk into the forge. She had sat on the table and flipped through all of his sketches before he turned and noticed her.
"Ah! Merida… What are you doing here?" He said, a bit perturbed.
"Oh well I just thought my best friend would tell me he had caught a bloody dragon, but apparently not!" he noticed the way her hair seemed to glow in the fire, only enhancing the fear boiling within him.
"Dragon? What dragon?"
"Well this one I would assume." Hiccup whined as she thrust his sketchbook into his face.
"Oh… That dragon."
"Honestly Hiccup what have you done?" He realized her Scottish accent seemed to become thicker as she grew angrier. It was cute.
"Nothing! I just…Downed a night furry and then accidently cut off half its tail and am trying to fix it…" He quickly mumbled the last bit.
"You WHAT?! And you didn't tell me? And You are doing WHAT?! And, AGAIN, you didn't tell me!"
"Sorry?"
"No. No sorry, you take me to this dragon right now, I want to see it with my own eyes!"
"No! Merida, he is scared. He barely trusts me. Imagine adding another person to the equation so soon! He would flip! But if all goes as planed, you will be the first person to meet him, okay?" She sighed and gave him a look that said 'Not all is forgiven, you are on thin ice but fine.' That was all Hiccup needed. He smiled at her, a toothy adorable lopsided grin that sealed the deal.