(This one was actually done via prompt on tumblr, with the sentence "I swear, the next time you catch it on fire, you are in so much trouble." If you guys want to send me prompts too, feel more than free.)

Burning Up

He could fix this. He could totally fix this.

"Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcraaaaaaaaap!" Hiccup mumbled as he tripped over rocks, twigs and his own two feet running at full tilt to the well, knocking over several larger Vikings on his way (Including a woman with a baby). Upon reaching his goal, Hiccup dropped the bucket down the opening and pulled it back up at record speed. He had to fix this. Otherwise he was dead. Worse than dead, actually. He'd be the first Viking in the entire history of Berk to be killed twice.

Water splashed all over Hiccup's tunic, fur and pants as he stumbled back to the mistake he was trying desperately to fix, leaving some embarrassing stains that were going to be awkward to explain later in the Great Hall. Rounding his last corner, Hiccup stopped short at the sight of his teacher dumping a large bucket of water on the out of control inferno that had once been his forge. As the flames hissed out of existence, the blacksmith turned to spear the now frozen Hiccup with an angry look, a rare sight on the face of the normally easy-going Gobber.

Aaaaaand here comes Death #1.

"What. Happened?" Gobber demanded, making Hiccup squirm awkwardly.

"Uh, hey Gobber…" Hiccup replied in a small voice. Looking down, Hiccup cringed as he finally noticed the stains on his pants. Snotlout and the twins were gonna have a field day teasing him later. "That was fast. How'd you get to the well and back before me?"

"I didn't." Gobber said flatly. "I've been stashin' buckets of water away in case this happened." Wow. That really spoke volumes in the confidence Gobber had in him. "You know you're not supposed ta use the forge without supervision, Hiccup. Ya could've set the whole village on fire."

"I didn't." Hiccup reminded him, a tad defensively.

"But you could have." Gobber repeated, exasperated. Snatching the pail Hiccup still held in his hands, the older Viking gave a flat look at the inch of water that was still left after Hiccup's half-panicked trip back from the well, making the boy sink further into himself in embarrassment. "You probably would have, if I hadn't seen the smoke from my house. What were you thinkin', Hiccup?" Hiccup didn't answer, but his eyes flickered over to the deformed steel sitting on the forge. Frowning, Gobber turned his attention to the boy's latest project, expecting yet another half formed, bizzare toy that he couldn't make heads or tails of.

Instead, he found the melted remains of what looked like a sword, with the word 'Stoick' barely visible in the steel of the blade.

…Oh.

Belatedly remembering that his best friend's birthday was in less than a week, Gobber blinked at the would-be weapon a few times in surprise before turning back to his young apprentice. Hiccup's face glowed a brilliant shade of red under his freckles, threatening to finish the job the out of control forge had started and burn the Smithy to the ground. A smile threatened to make its way onto Gobber's face as he looked at the half soaked ten year old looking utterly humiliated at being caught making a birthday present for his father, but he forced it back with sheer Viking will.

"Yer not good enough yet ta be tacklin' project like this on yer own, Hiccup." Gobber said as sternly as he could, lifting the melted sword with a pair of thongs and setting it aside. "But luckily fer you, I can't be seen totin' around a useless Apprentice. Here, try again. This time, with me here ta stop ya when ya do somethin' wrong." Mumbling something under his breath, Hiccup nodded and grabbed his apron, privately relieved that the incident had ended without bloodshed. Particularly his. "And Hiccup?" Turning, the little Viking cringed a little at the stink-eye his mentor was giving him, "This forge is very important ta me. And ta the village. I swear, next time ya catch it on fire, you are in SO much trouble. We clear?"

"Crystal." Hiccup squeaked out, nodding.

"Good. Now let's get started on that sword, shall we?"