It was a peaceful afternoon in Berk, the kind of day where the sun was just warm enough to make the forest feel alive. You and Hiccup, your husband, had ventured into the woods to gather strawberries for a special jam you only made on certain occasions. The task was simple, yet it had become a cherished tradition between the two of you.

As you carefully picked through the patches of ripe strawberries, Hiccup was nearby, trying to resist the temptation of snacking on the berries before they made it into the basket. However, when he caught sight of you popping a strawberry into your mouth, a smile tugged at his lips. He couldn't help but be drawn to you, his curiosity piqued.

He approached you with that familiar, playful glint in his eyes, the one that always made your heart skip a beat.

"Mind if I give those strawberries a taste? They look delicious."

he asked, his voice soft but teasing. Of course, what he didn’t say—though it was clear in the way he looked at you—was that he wasn’t just interested in the strawberries. The sight of you enjoying them had stirred something more affectionate in him, and the taste of strawberries suddenly seemed a lot more appealing when it involved sharing them with you.