A/N: 30/03/2018 - So yea … I decided to edit this … But you still get to see the overall plot, which is great! *thumbs go up*

And I apologise for deleting the commentary. Don't ask why. Please tell me if anything seems off, olr you'd like the original version back.

Disclaimer: This amazing world belongs to Cressida Cowell, Dean Deblois, and the rest of the Dragons team.

Enjoy my first (and only) fanfiction edited.

Astrid would normally ride her dragon back home, but it was nesting season. And, like every year for the past 6 years, the dragons would go off nesting. At least these times were without the exploding eggs.

Splash! A big cold something hit her dead on the head.

"Owww!" Astrid yelped and spun around. "Ok, that's it," she prowled around the snow, slowly towards the bush where she'd seen the Auburn-haired culprit chuck the snow at her.

"Whoever threw that snowball, is sooooooo dead. Hmmmm … I wonder who it could be …"

She stealthily crawled around the bushes, the messy mop of Auburn hair in view, with the big playful Cat Dragon, and …

"AHA!" She yelled, and Hiccup jumped back in fright, landing on his bum. Toothless gave his dragon warble and jumped around.

Astrid burst out laughing, before reaching out a hand and pulling him up.

"Not funny, Astrid, not funny at all," Hiccup said, standing up and wiping his wet hands on his pants.

"Sorry, but I thought that was pretty, no, hilariously funny, and Toothless reckons so too," she said, referring to the 'Unholy Offspring of Lightning and Death Itself', who was cleaning his scales. "Don't you, Toothless?"

"Oh really?" Hiccup asked, looking pointedly at the Unholy Offspring. "You think it's funny, bud?"

Toothless replied by giving a dragon chortle, which proved Astrid's point.

"So, he's on your side," Hiccup grumbled to Astrid. "That's awesome."

Astrid gave Hiccup a dazzling smile. "You know, as chief's wife, I deserve some respect."

"I think you've enough respect, Mrs. Haddock. Come here, you." He leaned forward and planted a big kiss on Astrid's lips, and Astrid returned it with an equally big kiss.

Toothless looked pointedly away at this. Why did his human have to kiss his mate all day?

To Toothless, it looked like Hiccup and Astrid were literally glued to each other. A couple of years back he would grin at it because it looked so cute, but now … It was kinda gross …

Fishlegs suddenly came bursting through the clearing .

"Hiccup, you need to come n–" He stopped, noticing the make out session that he'd just broken up. "Sorry …" he muttered.

Hiccup quickly released Astrid and put his hand through his hair.

"H-Heeeyy … Fishlegs. S-So, um, w-what's up?" Hiccup blushed.

This was happening way too often.

Astrid giggled at Hiccup's stuttering behaviour and pinched him on the cheek. Fishlegs pulled his mind off the image of them two ferociously kissing and went back to the matter at hand.

"It's Ruffnut. And Eret."

"What is it again?" Hiccup sighed, picking at his ear.

"Well, Ruffnut was flirting with Eret-" Fishlegs began.

"Oh, gods … Not again. Does that girl ever give up?" Hiccup muttered.

"No, I don't think so," Fishlegs was starting to fidget around, probably with the previous kiss off still floating around in his head. "So anyway, she was flirting with him and Eret … well, he, uh, he …"

Fishlegs kept on fidgeting and stuttering until Hiccup couldn't hold it.

"What?" Hiccup burst out. "What did he say?"

"He told her to never to talk to her again," Fishlegs said in one go.

"OK …" Hiccup and Astrid echoed at the same time.

"… And now she's sulking," Fishlegs finished. "Like, going around and yelling at the whole village."

"Oh." This was going to be a bit of a problem.

"Again." Hiccup thrusted his hands into the air. "What is Ruffnut's obsession with the guy?"

"How are the villagers gonna take that," Astrid muttered dryly into her arms.

"You guessed it. In fact, she's close to throwing a tantrum. And this time, the villagers can't take it anymore," Fishlegs said, now wringing his hands. "There's an lenghty line of people ready to give their complaints to the chief riiiight …" he pointed in the direction of the hall where there was a bunch of angry looking Vikings. "… There".

"Oh my gods," Hiccup said, smacking his head against his palm. "Great."

Astrid gave him a small smile and patted him on the back. He looked up apologetically at her. "Sorry Astrid. I need to sort this out."

Then all the other things he needed to do came flooding back to him, and he groaned. "And then I've got to fix Sven's sheep pen because it's broken again and …"

"You go do your stuff," Astrid said. "I'll go make dinner."

Hiccup slightly stiffened at the thought of Astrid making the dinner, and out of the corner of his eye he could see Fishlegs cringe sympathetically too. He mentally shook himself, then turned to Astrid.

"'Kay," he said. "See you soon, m'lady." He bent down to give Astrid one last, swift kiss on the cheek (in which Fishlegs pointedly looked away), before mounting Toothless, and taking off to the source of complaints.

Astrid smiled at the two flying into the distance, until they were gone.

Well, she'd better get back to dinner then.

Just a crappy little Prologue ...

Golden