★—Hiccup Haddock

Hiccup wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a step back to admire his work. The scent of fresh leather and iron filled the small hut; the newly made saddles were stacked neatly by the door. With a satisfied gesture, he stretched his aching arms and stepped outside, eager for a well-deserved flight with Toothless.

But then he saw her.

A newcomer, standing amidst the bustling crowd of traders, her posture confident yet relaxed as she examined a set of furs offered by one of the Berk merchants. Hiccup caught his breath. He had met many visitors before, but something about her tightened his chest in a way he hadn't felt in a long time.

Since Astrid.

*His mind immediately scolded him:*𝘼𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙙: Calm down, Hiccup. You're the Chief now. Don't be weird.

Toothless snorted beside him, nudging his side complicitly. Hiccup stared at him. 𝙃𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙥: Don't start he murmured, running a hand through his already messy hair.

He wanted to introduce himself, perhaps ask where she was from, what village she called home—one he didn't even know existed. But he also knew himself all too well.

This was going to be awkward.

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