A/N: WARNING! This story is post-HTTYD2. I do NOT adhere for any plot-based errors that might occur after Juni/July of this month where we actually get to see the much-wanted movie (see publishing date of this fanfiction).

Warning number two: if you do NOT like any form of spoiler etc. and don't even want to see the trailer or likes, then I suggest to not read this :D

Disclaimer: If I owned it, I'd release the second movie like...NAOW!


A Taste of Spring

The suddenness of a forceful jerk made Hiccup's eyes jump wide open, his brain trying to catch up with the now awakened state he was in; light bursting through and blinding him.

Before he could catch himself, calming his rushing heart, the auburn-haired dragon rider found himself now smacking his face against the hard wooden floor of his bedroom.

Or rather, their bedroom.

"C'mon sleepy-head, the sun's all up!" A too familiar voice giggled above him from the bed.

Groggily, he turned his head around, ignoring the pain as he sent his best glare back up at the blond Viking.

Astrid smiled cheekily, leaning her head on a hand. She jumped up afterwards, grabbing the rest of her garments which she quickly threw on, suddenly thundering down the staircase.

"Breakfast is on the table and getting cold! And it's no longer yours, either, the flies have taken a liking towards it."

Another moan erupted from his lips, eyes squinted as he gradually got to his feet.

"Why are we in a rush again?" He muttered as he looked for his own clothing, which should have been scattered around somewhere.

"Why, we have to patrol Berk this morning, like always of course!" She yelled back up, her feet stomping around which echoed throughout the whole building.

After fixing his gear and pulling his fingers leisurely through his rebellious strands, the young chief decided to descend the stairs and see how much was left of his breakfast.

"You are quite energized this morning." Considering how tired I made you last night... He added the last bit as a thought better not spoken aloud.

"And you," she walked up to him, pulling his shirt into the right position before leaning in for a peck on his lips, "are lazier than usual."

She turned with a smile, grabbing her much-loved axe from its hook, "I'll go ahead, check the western area and meet you further north." She announced, glancing over her shoulder with one more loving look before she disappeared.

"Alright..." Hiccup muttered long after the door had been shut and he was left to himself. Another thoughtful stare at his disintegrated breakfast, and he had made up his mind.

"Toothless! Where are you bud?"


After swooping over Erna's bread stand, Hiccup was reminded of the emptiness in his complaining stomach. He flew low, calling out to the old lady for permission prior to snatching one of those large, heavenly-smelling loafs.

He ate half of it, before chucking the other piece towards Toothless, which he devoured within a mere second. He rumbled in appreciation afterwards.

Soon the both of them found themselves in front of the entrance to the great hall, where he would meet up with Astrid on a regular basis. She would then hand him her report. Usually trivial stuff, sometimes something crazy happened though.

It often involved the twins...

"Bad news" He heard Astrid call with a tone of annoyance as Stormfly came to a halt in front of him, "Belch somehow managed to swallow a fireworm, Tuffnut tried to fetch it out of his stomach by...well, attempting to climb inside."

Hiccup pulled an irked expression; even though he was pretty used to this kind of stuff, "He did...what?!"

"I know, sounds crazy, is even crazier when you see it." She shook her head before taking off, closely followed by Hiccup and Toothless.


It was worse than any Snotlout-gets-gobbled-up-by-Hookfang scenario Hiccup could recall right at that moment in time. Scratch that; Anyone of those scenes is actually hell amusing.

This was just painful to look at.

Tuffnut was pretty deep in, which Barf throwing worried looks at his other head and rider, Ruffnut standing in front of the dragon with an annoyed facial expression, arms crossed over her chest.

The boy was obviously too big for his dragon's maw.

"Well hello there chief," Ruffnut murmured, "Looks like your job is finally offering you a sight to behold. May I introduce: Tuffbelch!" She swung a hand at her brother, smirking evilly at the sight.

"Right...Tuffnut? Can you hear me?!" He called, watching Belch shake his head miserably.

There was a gargling answer, which he could not quite make out.

"He says he's fine." The other twin translated. Upon the pointed look she got, she shrugged, "What? I know what he's saying, I feel it in here." She pointed towards her heart.

"Seriously?"

"Nope, just kidding."

"Mmmddhaa" Came from Tuffnut's side.

The chief and his wife sighed.

"I don't want to know what he must taste like..." Astrid muttered next to him, "How shall we do this?"

"First, try to pull him out." He nodded towards Toothless, who grabbed one of Tuffnut's feet and began to pull and swing his wings frantically.

"You think Belch might accidentally bite his head off?" Ruffnut seemed all too excited about that possibility.

"Dfffmmmmmm!" Come from somewhere inside Belch's jaw.

"It's not working, Hiccup." Astrid sighed, looking around.

Suddenly, an idea came to her, and she had a devious smile form on her lips. From her pockets she protruded a small casket.

Opening the lid, she filled it into a bowl she fished out of Stormfly's saddle-bags and set it in front of Barf, "Here you go, boy, have a nice drink!"

The curious other head of the Zippleback scarfed down the bowl in whole, licking his lips and looking all content.

"What was that?" Hiccup questioned, sending the dragon a doubtful look.

"Wait and see." She grinned, the party watching as Barf's expression changed to a sickly one as he opened his mouth to let out the gas.

"Shouldn't you make Belch vomit instead of Barf?" Ruffnut asked in her all-too logical tone of voice.

"No boy, keep it in!" Astrid sprinted towards him, making an elegant move to jump up, snatching the head in her arms and pushing him down to the ground, all the while keeping his maw shut.

"What the hell are you doing with my dragon?" Ruffnut was raising an eyebrow, "If you want to blow him up like a gas balloon – have a nice time trying. I did that ages ago, it doesn't work."

"No, idiot, wait and see."

Hiccup decided not to intervene. His wife had the tendency to come up with clever ideas all the time. She was his right-hand man – err – woman, after all.

All three watched as Barf struggled under Astrid's steely grip, until the gas seemed to wander back down his throat and towards Belch's head, where the frightened dragon swerved his head more frantically, Tuffnut shouting inside his jaws until an explosion shook the ground and he was sent flying towards the other side of the field.

"Thanks...!" He yelled from a distance, all black and roasted.

"This is awesome! Belch, you barfbelched fire!" Ruffnut fisted the air, grinning at the Zippleback which simply staggered from the sudden impact.

Astrid clapped her hands together, looking appreciatively at her work, "Well, that worked just fine!" at her ground, she discovered the small, burning fire-dragon now scuttling off to Thor-knows-where.

"W-Wow..." The Night-Fury-rider glanced in surprise at his wife, blinking several times, "How did you figure that out?!"

"Easy; I got Gothi to give me some medicine to make dragons throw up, seeing as it's baby-dragon season and they tend to scarf up everything they find. The rest was a bit of lucky logic; the gas has to travel somewhere."

"You're a genius." He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I know." She winked, turning back towards her Deadly Nadder, "Well, now that that's sorted, let's go check the rest of Berk."

"Good, oh, and Ruffnut?" The chief turned to the other half of the duo-of-neverending-chaos, "No more feeding your dragon fireworms, okay?"

"Wasn't my idea, the idiot over there thought it would cook the dragon's meal from the inside if Belch ate a fish together with a fireworm. I said he needed to eat the fireworm first. Gosh, and I'm related to that guy!"

Giving her a rather worrying look, but not wanting to go into a further discussion, seeing as common sense was not their strength, Hiccup left it, climbing onto Toothless' back and taking off after Astrid.


"Toothless, now!" The black-scaled beast swung his wings harder, causing a small wind to pick up and hurdle the chickens into the opposite direction.

One of them seemed to come astray, legging it towards the right, "Toothless, get it!" But before his speedy companion could react, a spike was buried into the ground next to where the chicken had run, causing it to jump up in fear and return to the others.

"Good job, Stormfly!" Astrid patted her dragon, sending a grin over to her husband.

"Nice one." He smiled, feeling himself once more reminded of just what a good team Astrid and he made.

If it was during Dragon races, Twin-problems, day to day human-and-dragon-complications, a Villager's ailment or simply housework; if it weren't for Astrid, Hiccup would have messed up already.

He wasn't chief for long – after finally agreeing to give the job a go, he had been glad back then Astrid was at his side, and he was more than that right now.

During conferences and meetings in the great hall, he always had her whisper the one or other useful suggestion into his ear, which got him the appreciation of everyone around. It always worked positively.

"That's the last farm for today." She called as she flew past him, "Let's see who gets home first!" her voice echoed through the sky as Stormfly darted across the heavens.

"C'mon buddy, we can keep up with that!" he patted Toothless, who rumbled in agreement before he sped off.


"I hope there's not another Ruffnut-Tuffnut incidence to deal with tomorrow." Hiccup complained as he rubbed his face, placing his helmet on a table.

"Why not? It's always fun to see just how crazy they can get. Especially Tuffnut."

He sighed, watching the blond Viking pour some yak-milk into a mug which she had grabbed from the fire. She pressed it into Hiccup's hand, but before he could take a sip, she spilled some powder into his drink.

"What's that?"

"A new herb Fishlegs discovered the other day. Helps against headaches apparently. Better than ice blocks." She winked at him again, turning around to fill her own portion of milk, "There was a lot to do today, after all, and tomorrow starts the fishing season. With all the dragon babies now around it's a full-time job."

"What would I do without you." He sat down, leaning his head back as he took a sip, revelling at the nice, fruity taste the milk now had.

"You'd be pretty busted." she laughed, sitting opposite him with her own mug.

"Yeah, but you'd be busted without me, too."

She rolled her eyes at that statement, "Yeah, of course."

He leaned onto the table, facing her, "Yeah, you would."

"Sure." She did not break eye-contact as she leaned onto her right hand, giving him a rather bored expression.

Hiccup stood up, bending towards her and giving her a curt kiss, "You would." He stressed, smirking at her slightly dumbfounded expression.

"Right!" She jumped across the table, chasing after her husband as said man jolted to his feet, laughing and running up the stairs, "I'm rubbing off on you! That's all!" He called as she grabbed him, winding her arms around upper torso.

"Don't forget who always won one-on-one fights against you!"

"Yeah, back then!"

"I'm only giving in nowadays to not embarrass you as the chief;but I could beat you if I wanted to!" She gripped him tighter as Hiccup swung both of them around with an echoing laugh.

"Try me!"

He chuckled some more, even as Astrid wrapped a leg around his torso, using the other to trip him up so that he would fall onto the ground.

He managed to catch himself just in time.

"Giving up?" The acrobatic Viking questioned, sitting on the auburn-haired man's back now.

"Nope."

Just as she was about to tickle his ribs, knowing he was very sensitive there, he jerked, rolling her around and now pinning the girl to the ground.

"Told you you can't beat me." He smirked down at her.

Astrid's chest heaved from all the action, but she was smiling nonetheless. With swift movements, she tentatively touched his sides, making her husband shudder and giving her the chance to throw him over once more, "You can't beat me, no matter how much older you get." She stuck out her tongue at him.

All the while, Toothless sat at the window's rim, watching curiously as the couple rolled around like a dragon in a dragon-nip field.

Humans, they had weird antics when they wanted to...


The morning rays stormed through the windows, throwing their glamour over the silent, sleeping couple on the other side of the wooden room several weeks afterwards.

Amber eyes burst open, bones clicking into place as the large, scaly dragon stretched his muzzle towards the source of warmth.

With an echoing roar, directed towards the double bed, he caused for Hiccup to rouse with shock, jumping up, eyes large and heart pounding rapidly.

"Wha!?" Sleep drunk as you can be when the sun has only just peeked around the corner of the large mountains, he rubbed his eyes.

Another vibrating roar, filled with demand and excitement.

"Toothless..." he drawled, flexing his limbs as he gradually got out of his warm little haven, not before placing a lingering look to his left.

Astrid was still asleep, catching the young chief completely by surprise.

She always prized herself with getting up before him, chucking him out of bed in any way or manner possible.

He never woke up before her.

Never.

Maybe she was preparing a prank...?

He couldn't imagine it.

'Guess it's my lucky day today. Payback time!' He smirked to himself, swinging his legs off his bed and grabbing his rider's attire.

Toothless had already clambered out of the window, jumping around the front of the building as he waited. Even dragons need a good warm-up session.

It was a particularly cold morning that day. The sea had sheets of thin ice floating across its broad surface, frost clambering to all corners. You did not want to touch any form of metal barehanded. Not if you cherished your fingers, at least.

Unless your name was Tuffnut.

The typical spring season, Hiccup thought.

As he righted his outfit, snatching his inflammable sword from the hook after tightening his sole boot, Hiccup took one last glance at Astrid.

"Not even rousing." He chuckled to himself.

He skipped downstairs, grabbing a few logs which he placed adequately into the crackling fire.

"Well, how could I wake her up in return?" He thought of all the devious things he could do, but ultimately decided he was not that much of a vengeful type.

Blame it on the lessons he learnt from Snotlout, or simply the love he had for his wife.

After pouring some milk into one of the hanging pots, and heating up another with the chowder from last night, Hiccup returned upstairs, watching a bundle of unmoving Astrid laying perfectly still on her half of the bed.

"Astrid?" He called quietly, trudging over to the bed and seating himself beside her.

He leaned over, finding her face hidden behind loose golden strands, the wool covering her lips.

Smirking, he pressed his own lips to her cheek. Just as he expected, she groaned silently, her eyes squeezing shut more tightly.

"Astriiid." He sung, "Time to wake up, the terrible terrors have already whistled their morning tune." Hiccup kissed her cheek again, lingering for a moment to wait for another reaction, but his wife simply muttered some gibberish.

"Astrid?" He scowled, finding it rather curious that she seemed everything but motivated this morning. His hands shot to her side as he rocked her to and forth, "You're not doing a lazy Fishlegs are you?" he teased, knowing how much she hated it to be compared to anyone.

"M'not..." she muttered, finally turning onto her back as he shook her once more.

Her cerulean eyes opened, staring darkly at her husband who was simply grinning like a goof, "Look who's finally awake."

"I hate you..." she murmured.

"Usually it's you waking me up."

"I still hate you..."

"I know." He leaned back down to her forehead, giving her an endearing kiss.

She took that opportunity to grasp his shirt, tearing him towards her so that she could plaster a kiss of her own to his lips.

"So much for hating me..."

She smiled knowingly at him, seemingly returned to her old glowing glory, the way Hiccup was used to ever since they lived together.

Just as he was about to dive down for another treat, Astrid's eyes shot open like large, azure pools before she pushed her husband to the side forcefully (she was definitely quite strong; Hiccup gave her that) and arced over the edge of the bed.

The chief watched in horror as she sputtered out bile, retching like mad before she finally caught some air.

"Are you...okay...?" He asked carefully, Toothless now next to him, his head angled questioningly.

The whole action caught him totally by surprise.

"I feel sick..." Astrid shuddered, falling back onto the bed.

Hiccup simply stared at her for several seconds, blinking in confusion before shooting a glance towards his reptilian companion, "I guess Chowder's out for breakfast."

Toothless looked as irritated as he was.

"Erm, do you want some warm Yak-milk may-" yet before his request was fully spoken, she was chocking up again, jolting out of the bed and stumbling her way to the bathroom to find an adequate bucket.

As if stung by a Speed Stinger, Hiccup listened to the frantic steps Astrid was taking.

She was obviously sick. Although he could not quite tell what could possibly be ailing her.

Eel-pox season was over since long. She did not have a flower allergy (which didn't include vomiting, anyway), nor had she eaten anything off (because they consumed the same food day in day out. Except for the occasions when Hiccup got himself a loaf from Erna.)

The chief turned back around, trudging down the steps, "Come on Toothless, let's see how we can help her."

His dragon followed suit.

Astrid was in front of the large living-room fire by now, leaning strenuously over a bucket as she held her head.

"I'm starving" she complained before retching anew.

"I guess you are." He chuckled, even though the fraction of worry was increasing by the minute, "Anything you want? Something I can get you?" He questioned carefully.

"Yeah, go get me some of Erna's fresh bread. And fish cakes. And cold yak-milk. Oh! And that weird berry Tuffnut discovered the other week which tasted like roasted mutton."

Making a rather distasteful facial expression, Hiccup nodded sluggishly, "You sure about that?"

"No. Get me real mutton. And salt water. Smoked eel?" She glanced curiously around the room just before her face went paler and she spewed some more into her newly acquired container.

"Right...I'll go see what I can do."


The best and wisest choice would have been Gothi. Hiccup was a hundred percent sure that woman could tell what sickness befell Astrid simply by look at the bile.

She was the eldest of Berk, after all, and a sort of prophet. A wise and creepy old, tiny crone, who made him shudder by the mere thought of her.

The woman would prepare an antidote of sorts with a flick of her fingers by all he knew. Astrid often went to her for advice, and the old lady had a sort of fondness regarding his wife. She had told him Astrid was a great choice (well, he believed that was what she had intended on telling him – he could not speak Gothi quite well...)

She probably knew he was thinking of her...

Feeling the goosebumps tickle across his skin, Hiccup shook himself, deciding that, despite all logic, he'd rather go see the next-best person.

His mother.

Valka and his father lived in Hiccup's former home – the one he grew up and resided in before he married Astrid and built a house of their own.

"Make it big, for all the grandchildren!" Stoick had told him as he clapped Hiccup's back, upon which he stumbled a few feet, blushing a maddening crimson.

Thank Odin Astrid had not heard.

Toothless landed as silent as the night, watching his rider's worried demeanour as he climbed off and walked towards the entrance.

"It's okay bud, I can take it from here, I'll call you when I'm done."

With a whale-like roar, Toothless swung off into the skies, darting like an arrow through the clouds.

The chief knocked on the door, taking in the sound of staggering behind the thick wooden barrier before it finally opened and revealed his father, "Hiccup!"

"Hey, dad...is mom around?" He glanced behind his father inside the building, but found it empty, save for the flickering flames.

"I'm sorry son, she left for the ice cave this mornin'. Wanted to check on the dragons."

"Ah, alright, I'll go there then. Thanks dad." He was about to turn and leave when his father continued.

"Everything alright with ya son? You seem a bit worried."

"Ah it's...just Astrid. She's not doing well."

"Oh, sick?"

"Seems like it." He scratched the back of his head nervously.

"Weird, it's not season right now. You asked Gothi?"

"Yeah...she's my next stop actually. But I'll try mom first."

"Not your favourite talking-companion, now, is she boy?" Stoick gave him an understanding look, upon which Hiccup nodded.

"Yep. Well, I'll go see if I can find mom somewhere around the ice cave, talk later!" He waved a hand, making a whistling sound with his fingers before Toothless swooped down to pick him up.

"Well well..." Stoick muttered to himself, "Might not be sickness-season right now, lad, but baby season..." He glanced to his left, where a baby gronckel shook itself and began chasing after a butterfly.


The grass bloomed in glorious green, everything shimmered with the light that sparkled through the morning dew.

Hiccup loved it here. Beyond the ice cave, a whole dragon-paradise stretched across the land, habitat to many different types; some he had never known of before.

"Mom?" He called as a few tiny Nadder's skidded past his legs, squealing as they played catch.

A couple dragons flew up above, swooping across the skies skilfully and dipping the heavens in many rainbow colours.

Between a crowd of Gronckels, a huge Typhoomerang and three other dragon-types Hiccup could not recall the names of yet, his mother stood, throwing something unrecognisable towards the feet of a few fledge Zipplebacks. They squeaked and squirmed in appreciation.

A large shadow lowered itself above her, revealing itself to be Cloudjumper; Valka's most trusted reptilian companion.

"Mom!" A smile erupted on his face upon seeing her, and she turned with a bright expression of her own.

"Hello my son." She glanced around him, as if searching for someone, "Where's Astrid?"

Astrid and Valka, upon meeting each other, had gotten very close, Hiccup discovered. Valka loved Astrid, thought of her as a powerful and protective woman who cherished her son very much, and always acted as a voice of reason towards him.

She remembered from many years ago, when Hiccup had been a little boy, how he had admired the blonde girl from the very first moment he lay his eyes on her.

He had stood, paralysed to the spot, staring, mesmerized, at Astrid being taught by her uncle how to hold an axe correctly.

When Valka figured out what was causing her son to lack behind on their walk home, she smiled knowingly.

"How about we say hello?" She suggested, observing her son's eyes widen even further.

She trudged towards the Hofferson's, leaving Hiccup no other choice but to stumble behind.

"Hello Finn! Teaching your niece how to slay a dragon?" The blond man stopped in the middle of his lecture, surprised upon Valka's presence.

"Ah, yes, I want Astrid to grow up strong and independent." He smiled at the little girl who grinned proudly.

"Hi Astrid." Valka leaned down towards her, grinning before she patted her head.

All the while, Hiccup was hiding behind his mother's legs, shying away completely.

"Hiccup, you have to be polite and say hello."

When Hiccup peeked up at Astrid, mustering a sincere smile, dimples forming in his cheeks, the girl began to blush.

"T-True Vikings don't hide!" She yelled in a form of defence before turning her attention back to her uncle.

Valka knew from that very moment that Hiccup's fondness for her would only grow, and that she had a weak-spot for him too. Both of them most likely couldn't even remember that incidence now.

"She's the reason I'm here." The young chief patted Cloudjumper before he approached his mother, "She's not well."

An expression of dread overcame the elder woman as she examined Hiccup's rather nervous look.

"Not...well?" she tilted her head slightly.

"Yeah, she's been sick since she woke up. And has developed a strange type of appetite as well..." He frowned upon the memory of her choice of meal.

"Sick...?"

"Yeah."

"Have you seen Gothi about this?"

He opened his mouth to respond adequately, but the message he was sending his mother with his eyes spoke volumes itself, causing Valka to shake her head in amusement.

"Sick, you say..." She turned back to a Gronckel, scratching it underneath the chin, "Well then!" She averted her eyes towards Cloudjumper, "Come on, ma boy, let's go take a look at my daughter-in-law!"

The Stormcutter smiled agreeingly.


The dragon rider was trudging impatiently up and down his living-room, hands behind his back, a puzzled Toothless opposite him and watching with an angled head as his best friend looked more than anxious.

He could hear the silent female voices from upstairs, one talking soothingly whilst the other had a groggy, strained tone to it.

There was a curt laugh in between it all, and a hushed whisper before Hiccup finally discovered his mother was descending.

The wood creaked underneath her feet as she approached him, a confident expression plastered onto her features.

"Well?" He held out his hands questioningly.

"The good news is, we won't need to consult Gothi. It is pretty obvious what her condition is."

Hiccup raised a curious eyebrow at his mother, "And the bad news...?"

"There are no bad news, only even better news." Her smile broadened.

"Better news...?" Looking back at Toothless, who sat at the back, silently cleaning his paws, he frowned.

"You best ask Astrid directly." Valka placed a lingering hand onto his shoulder, giving him a somewhat knowing look before she headed towards the entrance, "It'll be a tough snow-season up ahead for you."

"Snow...season?" He had absolutely no idea what she was going on about, but could not ask as his mother left beforehand.

Silence filled the house for several seconds, before, with a maddeningly palpitating heart, Hiccup began to ascend the stairs.

Once at the top, he found his wife sitting at the edge of their bed, looking as pale as a pebble.

"Astrid?" He carefully asked, not sure what to expect in the next few minutes.

She seemed surprised upon his appearance, glancing at him with large, glassy eyes.

"You're...crying?" Hiccup feared she would punch him for that.

Instead, her lips began to curl up, eyes sparkling even brighter than before.

"Okay...I'm in the right house, right?" He glanced around, noting it was definitely their bedroom, "And you are my wife, right?" She just kept grinning, "So why are you crying and smiling?"

"Guess." Was her only reply.

He threw his hands up into the air, shrugging, "Someone discovered a way to make yak-pie taste even better?"

"No you idiot." She stared deeply into his eyes, as if she were trying to convey the message telepathically.

Hiccup stared at her for a good length of time, "I'm...not...sure?"

Astrid rolled her eyes, standing up and approaching her husband, "Hiccup, you are supposed to be the cleverest of us all."

"Yeah, right, that doesn't mean I know why the next snow-season is supposed to be-"
He stopped, frowning into mid air, "Wait...wait...it snows nine months a year."

The blonde Viking raised an eyebrow, waiting for her husband to continue as she bit onto her lip.

"Nine months..." When his emerald orbs flung open wide, meeting with her cerulean one's in utter disbelief, he felt his cheeks heat up dramatically, "N-N-Nine...you are...nine...you're..." gradually, he averted his gaze down towards her abdomen.

"Yes." She whispered excitedly.

Their eyes met anew.

Astrid nodded, "Yes."

Something between a laugh and a sigh escaped his lips as he himself felt them curl upwards, "Whoa!" He grabbed Astrid by the waist, swinging her up and spinning her a full threehundredandsixty degrees, "WHOA!"

"Yeah, whoa, I feel sick again." Immediately, he placed her down, suddenly treating her like a porcelain doll.

In that curt moment, Hiccup was taken back again; all the way towards the flower-filled fields during the one month of thaw, where he had seen Astrid for the first time, admiring her beauty and passion as she listened attentively to her uncle's speech.

He thought one of the Goddesses of Asgard had descended that day.

Everything that had occurred that day; everything they had been through together just zoomed along in his mind up until that very moment, where he saw her holding her stomach and puffing her cheeks.

"I could so do with a fish cake right now..."

His only response was a bellowing laugh and a kiss to her lips.

"Alright then, you best go back to bed young lady, I'll go make you something to eat."

"I'm pregnant Hiccup, not dying. I can cook myself."

"No, I insist, you have to be careful these next nine months. No more dangerous missions for you; if the twins cause a ruckus again, I'll take it on on my own or with Fishlegs."

"Hiccup."

"And we need to make sure you eat a whole load of healthy stuff. Next dragon race you gotta sit out – that'll actually make it fair for once-"

"Hiccup."

"Oh! We could make the dragons form a sort of bodyguard around you in case anything ha-"

"Hiccup!" She grabbed his shoulders, shaking him as she tried to catch his eyes, "I'm having a baby; a human! My bones are not turning into glass. Will you calm down?"

"Actually, I feel like fainting." He spoke quite honestly as he stared his wife into the eyes.

"How the hell do you think I feel...especially in the course of the next nine months..."

"Wild herbal tea, that's really good for you according to Fishleg's book on botanic, I could-"

"Oh dear Goddess Freyja...please make it a girl..."


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