A part of him still stuttered when people willingly and easily accepted his outrageous suggestions (when they hadn’t even heard him out when he was younger) but maybe in this case it wasn‘t really that crazy to ask this. “Just like that?” He questioned vaguely flabbergasted before adding: “Well…,” He drew out and finished: “okay then.” Shaking off the feeling of being stunned, he chuckled: “The villagers will see this as a reason to celebrate.” Any reason to break into the stores of liquor and get drunk beyond all reason. He held up a finger to her and backed up the stairs “wait right here.”

Hiccup was not expecting to meet his mother at the top of the flight and quickly spun around her the moment he noticed. “Wh-what are you doing? In my room?”

“So…” Valka started engagingly “when are you going to make your proposal? Every chief needs a wife at his side.”

“Mum, it’s not…” He rubbed at his face and looked away as he walked over to his desk “like that…”

“Nonsense. You are already making gifts.” She gestured to the bow as he picked it up, the ‘self lighting arrows’ giving it a unique flare that only his sword seemed to possess. 

“That’s all it is mum, a gift. Please don’t make a big scene of it…” Hiccup picked up the bow and quiver of arrows. “I don’t want to push anything. She just officially became a member of our tribe. So just… keep those sort of thoughts to yourself. I don’t want to scare her off.” He made a face and turned to hurry back down the steps. When he reached the bottom he slowed his pace and coming over to her. “Now as a sort of… ’welcome to the tribe’,” He held the carefully crafted bow out to her while silently hoping she liked it. “I also got these.” He said shrugging his shoulder to shift the quiver of arrows. “It’s sort of a packaged deal. Free of charge.”