Bless that one person in every group that is like “keep going, I’m listening” and encourages you to finish your story even when everyone else is talking over you.

I’m that person XD

I wish someone in my family would do that for me.

I’m going to try and be that person

Daughter-in-law headcannon



Send me a word plus ‘Headcanon’ and I’ll give you a headcanon/drabble based on that word. (not accepting new ones for now)

Stoick began to teach his son from an early age; grooming him, molding him. The boy was an Heir, after all. And if the first decade and a half had been thoroughly frustrating at times, after the Peace things ran much smoother between father and son.

He didn’t know at what point he’d also began including Astrid in the process. He started doing it without taking notice, really.

Truthfully, Stoick had always taken fondness to the Hofferson girl. She had spirit, she was a good soldier, she was respectful and brave and skilled. The moment she began to hit it off with Hiccup, well… there is no describing how happy Stoick was for his son.

Somehow Astrid was always around when it came to all the decision-making regarding the Dragon Academy. And slowly, she began getting involved with Hiccup’s projects to reconstruct and better the village of Berk.

And Stoick knew. He saw it in her, in the way she looked at Hiccup: she loved him. And she loved Berk as well, always keeping the village’s best interests in mind. For Stoick, it was a win-win situation.

So in a way, by including Astrid in many of the steps of Hiccup’s education, he was also grooming her. Taking her raw potential and directing it toward bettering the village and, more importanly, toward teaching Hiccup. He learned from her, and she from him.

And as their relationship bloomed and blossomed like a flower in the full swing of Spring, so did Stoick’s affection for the girl grow. Where Stoick sometimes couldn’t reach Hiccup, she always seemed to manage words that had some effect on the boy.

And in all honesty, Stoick admired how she never dropped out of her training, despite the Peace. Her skill with the axe pleased him; some of her techniques had been taught by him, after all, and she’d never forgotten his lessons. So he couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he dreamt of days when they would teach his grandchildren how to wield a weapon.

That’s when Stoick realized it.

"Ach, Gobber. Look at her. My future daughter-in-law," Stoick said one day, elbowing his best friend as they watched the young couple instruct the masons about the expansion of the Dragon Stables. "She’s the perfect match for Hiccup. Isn’t she lovely?"

Gobber suppressed a laughter. It was as if Stoick already had them married off in his head.

"Too bad Hiccup’s not made the declaration to her parents yet… At this pace, yer only gonna have grandchildren when his beard is grey.”

Stoick wouldn’t take his eyes off the couple. “Ah, well, you know,” he said, nonchalantly waving his enormous hand to his friend, “I’ve sort of already talked to them. Y’know, parent-to-parent talk.”

Gobber seemed somewhat startled. “But — but you —”

"Come on, Gobber. I know love when I see it. It’s time things at least get a little official, you know? It’s been almost four years,” Stoick nodded, as if this were an eternity, “an’ I’ve been tellin’ Hiccup about gettin’ things done for a while now. He keeps draggin’ it on. An’ I know Astrid’s waitin’ for him to make a move.”

"How d’ye know that?"

Stoick merely winked. “I just know.”

Gobber said nothing. Then he asked, "When did you talk…?”

"Last night."

"Ah," Gobber shuffled his good foot on the floor. "Have ye told Hiccup?"

"I’m about to." Stoick couldn’t quite hold in his smirk when he approached the young couple, arms outstretched. He patted both of them on the back, wide hands on their small shoulders, pulling them both to him.

"That’s some nice work there, son! The two of you should team up for this more often. In fact…"

Gobber watched as Stoick dragged the couple away. There was a bounce in his step, a laughter in his voice, his smile spread out to his eyes. This was a good day.

It was a day Gobber remembered fondly, a few years later, as he witnessed the newlyweds say their vows, eat their first meal and dance their first dance together as husband and wife.

He went outside for some fresh air; the one inside the Great Hall was making his eyes sting. He raised his mug to the statue at the side of the mountain. “That’s your daughter-in-law now, old friend. I hope you’re watchin’. She truly is lovely.”