I love your stories. How about prompt 80. “Teach me?” ? Do you put your prompts and drabbles on ff net?
Yes I do! Sometimes it takes me a little while to post them on FF.net, but I do post them. :) HERE’s the link to my FF.net ficlet series where I post these drabbles, and HERE’s the link to my FF.net profile, where I have a lot of other stories too, like multi chapter fics that I don’t post here on tumblr. I have a lot more fics over on FF.net, I don’t have even half of them here on tumblr. :) Thanks for this request! Hope this is what you had in mind! <3 :D
Lessons of a Blacksmith
Astrid never tired of watching Hiccup work at the forge. He was so precise in his movements, knowing exactly what he had to do and what needed to be done- something that Astrid saw him do more and more frequently in his leadership skills. He was becoming more responsible- mature. He was growing up.
And… well- she noticed that in more ways than just his attitude and what not. He wasn’t that gangly boy any longer, now nearing twenty years, he’d grown taller- he’d long since passed Gobber and Snotlout’s height. She guessed Hiccup to be around six feet, maybe even a little taller. It seemed he was a late bloomer, for this height had only kicked in over the last few months they’d been at the Edge.
That wasn’t the only thing that Astrid had noticed change. He had more muscle now- he was still thin, but not “scrawny” as he’d once been. Now he was lean and had wiry muscle- enough that Astrid questioned who’d win in a wrestling match, she or him. Most likely her, because Hiccup was a softy and would probably let her win… knowing that dork.
She shifted her position on the bench, her elbows leaning against the table and her chin resting in her hands. Hiccup moved away from the hot Forge, sweat dribbling down his forehead and into his eyes. He bumped a barrel of broken weapons on his way to the anvil, causing him to mutter something under his breath in irritation.
Astrid’s eyes followed his every movement, she being quite aware of the sweaty cloth that was clinging to Hiccup’s back…
She shook her head, looking away to keep herself from goggling anymore then what she’d already done. Already she felt Hiccup eyeing her suspiciously, and she tried to instead look interested in a weapon rack leaning against the wall.
She heard the clanging of the hammer against the anvil, flattening the piece of medal that was supposed to be a replacement piece for Toothless’s saddle. She turned back to Hiccup, watching in fascination as the hammer came down again, Hiccup skillfully shaping the lumpy medal into a smooth piece of workable iron.
Hiccup stopped and turned to dunk the medal into a bucket of water, rising steam and sizzling buzzles to the surface.
“How do you do that?” Astrid asked in awe when Hiccup pulled the tongs back, showing a now cool piece of medal, hardened and cooled.
Hiccup smiled and set the piece aside, wiping his hands on the leather apron he wore over his torso. “Years of practice.”
She stood and walked over to the anvil, staring at the iron before switching her gaze to the sweaty young man beside her. She could hear Hiccup huffing breath unevenly from the exertion, and his face was drenched in perspiration although he was smiling happily.
“Teach me?” She asked longingly. Hiccup laughed but didn’t hesitate to grab another apron and toss it over her neck, he himself going to tie the leather chord behind her back.
“I’m yours to command, m’lady.” Hiccup grinned dorkily, earning a small punch into his ribs.
Astrid crossed her arms, waiting for instructions. “Well? What do I do first?”
“Depends on what you want to make.” Hiccup started, grabbing her hand in his and pulling her over to a medal pot filled with a red glowing lava looking substance. “An axe?”
“Yes!” She exclaimed excitedly. Making her own axe- that would be amazing. So many times Hiccup had repaired- or even replaced- her prized weapon. Knowing how to repair and make her own weapon could come in very handy in the future.
“Alright.” Hiccup moved away for a moment before returning with what looked like an overlarge ladle. He pressed it into her hand, surprising her by how heavy the mechanism was.
“Fill it with the iron, then you move it over her to this mold.” Astrid caught sight of Hiccup’s hand gesturing towards the table directly to her right, one that had a large block resting on it. She nodded in understanding, recalling seeing Hiccup do the same thing many times before.
She dunked the oversized ladle into the lava, pulling it out and scuffling to the side to poor it into the mold through a small hole. Once the lava began bubbling out the hole, Astrid pulled the ladle away and dumped the remaining iron into the caldron.
“Good?” She asked, glancing back to Hiccup was still standing close behind her. He smiled down at her, his arms going to wrap about her waist and his chin resting on her shoulder.
“Superb, my apprentice.” He teased lightly, his lips pressing a small kiss against her cheek. She chuckled and gave his ribs a little poke with her elbow, although that didn’t detour him any from pressing more kisses on her cheeks and neck.
“Hiccup, stop…” She bit back a giggle when he began tickling her under the neck with one finger, his other hand going to tickle her in the stomach. “Hiccup! I c-can’t… can’t focus if you-you’re- hehe stop!”
Hiccup laughed but decided to show mercy, ceasing his tickling to only hug her around the middle again, resuming his former position with his head resting against hers.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever told you.” Hiccup started softly, his lips ghosting against her ear. “But I love you…”
“I love you too, babe.” She responded, turning her head to kiss his lips. “Now finish showing me how to make this axe, and maybe I’ll have time to go on a flight with you tonight…”