If you are reading this then let me warn you: I am NOT a professional writer so there we be errors.
I wake up from my deep slumber to another day on Berk. I look out the window only to be greeted by a white sheet of snow falling into the room. I step aside as to avoid getting hit. Another blizzard. Great.
I cautiously go down the stairs as they creak with my every movement. "Good mornin' Stoick. I came by to drop off your breakfast when I saw the mess in the kitchen. Try to clean up after yourself won't ya!" It was Mrs Agnes. She came to my house everyday to drop off some food. "Thank ye' "Cooking had never been my strong suit. Hiccup was the one who had a particular interest in it. Hiccup… Five whole years since he disappeared. That also just before his final test.
"Thinking about the wee one?" I snapped back into reality. "aye" I say, in a more dark tone than I wanted. Mrs Agnes looks at me for a minute before leaving the room, head down. Stupid Stoick. Me and Mrs Agnes were not anything special. I really don't think it can be special with anyone but Valka. But she was just trying to be kind and she didn't deserve that attitude.
I sigh before once again, like everyday, I go out to perform my chiefly duties.
I wake up to my two kids, Bertha and Hanz, and my husband, Chark still sound asleep. The day was still young, the sun barely up. I saunter down to prepare breakfast for my family and Stoick. I ready three plates of porridge on the table before leaving for the Haddock house. The blizzard really did a number on all the houses. Had to bang the door a few times before being able to go outside just to be greeted by a gust of cold wind.
I have been making Stoick breakfast ever since Hiccup's disappearence . First out of pity, then out of habit. I feel quite bad for him. First Valka and then Hiccup. Oh hiccup. What a wee little lad. He could barely lift an axe when he disappeared. Although he should have been able to launch catapults by then. I don't blame him for his petit size. He was born premature after all.
When I reached the door I gave it a good knock but nobody answer. Thinking Stoick was probably still asleep, I open the door. I sauntered into kitchen and put the porridge on the table. Once I took a glanced at the sink I let out a small gasp. Dishes piled upon dishes, the pile never stopped. I start scrubbing the dirty plates that had scraps of food on it and mugs that still had a residue of mead.
Once I was done with dishes and was about to leave, I heard stomping coming from the stairs. It was Stoick. "Good mornin' Stoick. I came by to drop off your breakfast when I saw the mess in the kitchen. Try to clean up after yourself won't ya!" I said with my chirpiest voice. "Thank ye'" he said. Before he just froze, lost in his own world. "Thinking about the wee one?" I ask, half curious half empathetic. "Aye" he said in an annoyed voice. I hit a soft spot. I held my head down and walked out, not wanting to anger Stoick even more. "I shouldn't have brought that up", I thought as I walked back home.
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I thought about the Valka line just to clarify that I am not shipping Stoick and Mrs Agnes. This is my first time writing so sorry if this is short.