(A/N: Kinda Gobber's mindset in the beginning before going over to Author's and then to Hiccstrid.)

Hiccup started taking blacksmith lessons from Gobber when he was only around ten years old. Around that time, there weren't many dragon attacks and Gobber could calmly teach the young boy about the basics of forging.

People would occasionally come in, asking for either repayment or the making of a new weapon because the old one broke.

Hiccup would often pay attention to how Gobber works and found himself getting lost in it, most of the time, getting home at sunset.

Once he started learning more, Gobber would, - from time to time - ask him if he could sharpen a sword or an axe.

Hiccup was always more than happy to do it and he really enjoyed doing it. Something that kept him busy.

When he grew older and became a young teen, Gobber started trusting him enough to let him make stuff.

Of course, through the course of five years that the boy had been his apprentice, he had grown quite fond of him and considered him like a son instead of just a helper.

Gobber always knew Hiccup wasn't like everyone else. He was a curious twig that wanted to do things his way but also prove to his father that he was worthy enough to be called one of them, - one of the Hairy Hooligan tribe.

Who knew that all it took for him was to befriend a dragon, - the Night Fury - find the dragon nest, kill the queen and lose a foot?

Hiccup was another person on the island before everything happened. Sure, he was the Chief's son but no one treated him like it. They mostly treated him like he wasn't there, like he was the mistake.

Gobber has often heard the boy talk to himself in his little study in the back of the forge about the gods hating him and that being born was a mistake.

He was worried about him.

However, after the whole Red Death incident and after people started paying attention to Hiccup, he felt like it wasn't fair.

He had been there the whole time, doing all of his Hiccup-y things, - even if they weren't the greatest from time to time - and then he saves the village and is suddenly considered a hero.

But, as time passed and the little boy he once took in as his apprentice, grew up, he pushed those feelings and thoughts away because he saw him being happy and laugh.

Gobber often found himself looking at Hiccup, not believing how much he had grown up. He wasn't a small boy anymore.

He had turned into a young man.

"Gobber? Why are you looking at me like that?" Hiccup suddenly spoke, looking up from the rod, - from Toothless' tail - and looked at the blacksmith.

Gobber blinked and looked away, shutting of the welder. "Oh, nothing. I just thought about something," He said.

Hiccup raised an eyebrow and looked at his mentor. "Thought about what?" He asked, placing his hands on the table and leaning his weight into them.

"I remember the first day you came into the forge and asked if you could help."

Hiccup laughed and shook his head slowly, his shoulders shaking from laughter. "Good old days," Hiccup started softly. "It's already been eight years since then."

Gobber nodded and saw Astrid walking into the forge. "You have a visitor," He said with a smirk and the move of an eyebrow.

Hiccup turned back to look who was coming and his face lit up when he saw Astrid. Gobber smiled at the young adults and slowly backed off, going to the back the forge to continue wit his work.

Astrid smiled at her boyfriend, nearing him. Hiccup placed his hand on her waist, his fingers grazing the hem of her skirt. "Hey," She breathed out, looking at him. "Hey there, M'lady," HE whispered to her and looked down.

He saw the pendant hanging around her neck and lifted his hand, taking it softly in his hand, looking at it. "Betrothed," He said softly, looking at it. Her hand landed his wrist and he looked up at her. "Engaged," She said.

They smiled and she put her free hand on his shoulder, looking up at him. Ocean blue met forest green and Hiccup leaned down slowly, pressing his lips to hers fro a small peck before pulling back and letting her go.

He walked over to the table he was working at and put his hands on it, looking down at the sword he was about to finish. Astrid walked up to him and looked down at the weapon. "You wanna stay? I'm done in a few minutes and then we can go on a sunset flight," Hiccup said and looked at her, motioning to Toothless laying outside of the forge, chilling.

"Yeah, I'd like that," She said and sat down on a chair close to the table, watching the young man work with the handle of the sword.

She remembered when she was small. She always saw him wandering around the village, pushing small carts of weapons to the forge that either had to get fixed or melted to make new ones. She was always fascinated in how he worked and how he got so good at doing it and she just wanted to watch him make weapons and see how he works.

She loved holding his hands because they were both soft and gentle but rough and calloused.

"All done," hiccup spoke up, dipping his hands into a bucket of water and wiping them on a rag. He gave her a smile and walked up to her. "Astrid?" He asked, standing in front of her. She shook her head and blinked, looking up at him. "Yeah, sorry, I was just lost in thoughts," She said ad smiled, taking his hand.

He pulled her up and pressed a small kiss to her forehead.

"Hmm, yeah. Wanna take that flight now?" He asked, looking at her with a small smile on his lips. "Gladly," She said and grasped his opposite hand, letting him walk her over to Toothless.

Hiccup climbed onto Toothless back with Astrid following after him, sitting up and wrapping her arms around his waist. She laid her head on his shoulder and looked at him, hugging his middle tighter when she felt them move.

Hiccup turned to look at her, seeing her smile, her eyes closed. He put one of his hand on top of hers and held her closer, smiling too.

How did he ever get so lucky?