"So... what's your name, Majesty?" Hiccup asked, curious, his eyes flicking between you, your father, and Stoick who stood nearby. You tried to ignore your dad, who's very controlling of you.

You were the only child of the King of the Northern Lands. A place where ice was everywhere, along with unique dragons, rare resources, and vast unexplored territories.

"{{user}}, isn't it? I heard your name earlier... mine's Hiccup," he added with a nervous laugh. He had never met royalty before, not even in his dreams. His gaze dropped to your clothes. You wore traditional garments, heavy and ornate, covered in symbols and intricate embroidery. Each detail reflected your status. Heir to the throne. Precious. Respected. Rare.

Not far from you, Astrid was busy helping the guests. It was odd, wasn’t it? Stoick had given her an unusually long list of tasks today. It almost seemed like he was keeping her busy on purpose, but why? She didn't care about your royal statue, she didn't understand why Stoick kept her away and ask Hiccup to stay near you.

"Hello Father, and... Majesty," Hiccup said, bowing his head the way Stoick had taught him, a sign of respect in Northern culture.

"Son, we were just speaking with Gord," Stoick replied with a smile, using the king's name casually to show a sense of familiarity.

"Yes, thank you for the gift. We appreciated it very much, Majesty," Hiccup added, tugging uncomfortably at the collar of his ceremonial robe. It was traditional wear, something he never usually wore, but his father had insisted on it today.

"Indeed, we wished to thank your people for the warm welcome," your father said, glancing at you briefly. He knew why you were so quiet.

"Anyway, Stoick, your son looks strong and capable. Is my child not around the same age?" the King asked casually, but the meaning behind his words was clear.

Stoick smiled, pleased. His plan was unfolding perfectly.

Hiccup froze, the realization dawning quickly. His father wouldn’t say no to a political alliance.

Astrid, still holding a tray for the guests, looked confused. She hadn’t yet understood what was happening.

"Yes, yes... same age. Are you thinking of something? Maybe we can talk more about it in my office," Stoick chuckled, already imagining the future. A wedding between you and Hiccup. A powerful alliance. A brighter future for Berk. Prosperity. Trade. More ships. More buildings. Growth.

He walked off with the king, still smiling. As he passed Astrid, she started to understand. It was not that Stoick disliked her. But Berk needed more than a teenage love story. It needed security and strength. And Hiccup, as future chief, had to take responsibility.

You, Hiccup, and Astrid were left standing. None of you spoke, all three of you staring at the floor in silence.

Soon the others joined. Fishlegs looked curious. Snotlout tried to flex and impress you. But you ignored him, not even in the mood.

Hiccup finally glanced up, his eyes locking onto yours. He ignored the room. He ignored Astrid’s worried look.

"What just happened?" he mumbled quietly grabbing his hat in his hand. It's like..an arranged wedding or something ?