Six months.

That was how long it had been since they'd defeated Drago Bludvist and his Bewilderbeast. It had been six months since they'd found Valka and lost Stoick. Six months since Hiccup had been declared Chief of Berk. In that time, Berk had rebuilt with the help of the hundreds of new dragons and visitors from other islands. Heather, the recently-declared Chief of the Berserkers, even came to offer her condolences to the Hairy Hooligans and assistance in the rebuilding. The Archipelago was at peace, despite the looming fear that Drago wasn't dead. Nobody had seen him die.

Today, though, Hiccup wasn't worried about Drago or rebuilding.

No, today, the Chief of Berk stood before his entire tribe (and a few visitors from his travels, like Dagur, Mala, Heather, and Atali), sweating nervously next to Gobber, more fearful than he'd been in his entire life. He wasn't facing down an enemy or a wild dragon—no, those were easy for him. Today, he was marrying the girl he'd been in love with since he was twelve, and that scared him more than anything else. He half-expected his sister to rush in and say that Astrid had run off, or to wake up and have the past five-and-a-half years be a dream.

It was real, though.

"Buck up, Chief," Gobber whispered. "This is the hard part."

"Thank you, Gobber." Hiccup was thankful at least one father figure was there that day. He could see his mother sitting in the front row, smiling happily.

The doors to the Great Hall opened and Signy entered, followed by Heather and Ruffnut. Not far behind them was the bride herself.

Astrid Hofferson.

If Hiccup had been worried she'd run off before, it was all melting away at the sight of his bride. In true Viking tradition, she wore a dress she'd sewn with the help of her three 'handmaids' (Signy had punched Snotlout in the nose for calling them that) and a bridal crown made of precious stones. Astrid smiled at him as she walked towards the altar, her long hair tucked into an intricate hairdo he was sure had taken hours to do. He couldn't breathe for a second.

"Hey," Astrid whispered as she reached him.

"Hi, Astrid." She laughed lightly.

"Okay, we are all gathered here for a very important reason," Gobber began. "And that reason is because this man and this woman have decided to spend the rest of their lives together. We ask the gods to bless this union and give them happiness for all their days. I believe you both have vows, right, Chief?"

"Yes," Hiccup replied, taking Astrid's hands in his own. "Astrid, milady, I have been in love with you for so many years. Back when the war with the dragons was still going on, I'd watch you from the forge and wonder how I'd ever get your attention. As it turned out, it took me cheating my way through dragon training, and even then, you tried to knock me out. You were the first person I ever took flying on Toothless with me, and you're the only woman I've ever loved this way. You're beautiful, strong, smart, and the one person I want to spend the rest of my days with. And, like I told you before, there will always be a Hiccup and Astrid, always." He took the ring from his pocket and slid it onto Astrid's left ring finger.

"Aw!" whispered Signy from her spot in between Valka and Eret.

"And, you, Astrid?" Gobber asked the bride.

"Hiccup, I know you think I didn't notice you when you worked in the forge during the Dragon War, but I did. You were different from everyone else on Berk. You were a thinker, an inventor, and you had a knack for getting into trouble that could rival the twins. I didn't want to admit it back then, but I had a crush on you, too. When we went flying on Toothless for the first time together, I realized why you were different—because you saw past someone's exterior for who they were beneath the surface. I'm so happy to be marrying you, and you're just as handsome, smart, and kind. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." She took the ring from her own pocket and slid it onto Hiccup's finger.

"I think I'm gonna cry," Tuffnut whimpered to his sister.

"Are there any objections?" Gobber asked. Snotlout started to stand up, but Ruffnut yanked him down. "Well, then, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the—"

Hiccup hadn't waited for Gobber to finish and kissed Astrid, much like he had six months prior.

Suddenly, the door to the Great Hall flew open. They all turned to see a large figure, clad in a dragon-skin cloak, enter the hall. He was missing an arm and they all knew who it was in an instant.

"Drago," Hiccup growled in warning. "What are you doing here?"

"Dragon Master, congratulations on your marriage," Drago chuckled.

"You won't kill us," Astrid snarled, gripping the ax that was safely strapped to her back.

"On the contrary, Chieftess. I've come to give you a gift."

"What gift?!" Signy yelled, before Eret grabbed her arm to pull her behind him.

"My gift to you is this happy, happy day, because I have plans. You ruined my life, so I will ruin yours." He grinned that terrible grin he'd worn when the Bewilderbeast had fallen at Valka's nest. "Enjoy your peace while you can."

He swept his cloak behind him as he exited the hall.

"HEY!"

Drago turned as Hiccup threw Inferno at him, dodging it in the nick of time.

"Dammit," Hiccup muttered. He felt Astrid's hand on his shoulder.

"Leave it alone, babe. He can't hurt us right now."

"R-right." Hiccup turned to his wife and hugged her, relieved that Drago had left them alone for now.

Drago felt chills as he made his way through the swamp. He was never a man to admit to fear, but this place… this place was different. The trees were so thick that sunlight couldn't filter through properly, and it felt eerie with the yak-stew fog that surrounded Drago's tiny boat. The water was too dark to see the bottom, appropriate considering the location. Drago shook his head, trying to rid himself of the fear that plagued his mind. He was here for a reason, and that reason did not need fear. He'd been searching for over a year, and he wasn't turning back now.

Finally, the hut he was looking for came into view. A woman in her late twenties was sitting in a chair in front of it, a Terrible Terror resting on her lap. Her hair was dark as a raven's feathers, and her eyes were the color of Deathsong Amber. She was as beautiful and deadly-looking as the legends had described, and the very person he required to get his revenge. He was about to speak when she looked up and smiled.

"I was wondering when you'd arrive," she mused, tapping the Terrible Terror. It awoke and scurried through a small flap in the bottom of the door.

"Are you… the witch, Hilda?"

"Yes, I am. And you are Drago Bludvist, the Dragon Killer." She tilted her head. "Tell me, what need do you have of a magic user like me?"

"I want revenge on the Dragon Master—Hiccup Haddock, Chief of Berk!"

"That's a tall order, Drago." She straightened her head and stood up, bringing her long, thick hair over her shoulder.

"You are the only one who can help me, Hilda."

"Well, I know all about Chief Hiccup Haddock, and I can tell you that you cannot beat him the way things are now."

"What must I do?"

"We must bring him to a place where he is nowhere near as powerful—a land without dragons, into the future. But, if you wish, I could cast the curse on the entire Archipelago and all of his allies."

"He will not give up easily."

"I am aware. That is why we must separate him and his wife. They're an unstoppable team and we will fail."

"What is your price for this spell?"

"Only one thing—in this new land, I will be your wife."

"Deal." Drago looked her up and down, seeing her as wife material.

The Terrible Terror ran back out of the hut, carrying a piece of parchment and several ingredients, which it deposited in Hilda's pot. She then took a knife and cut off the end of her hair and a bit of Drago's. Both were added to the mix as the Terror started a fire. Drago smiled.

"Now we wait three days, and then your revenge will begin."

On Berk, after more than a year since Drago's threat, things had changed. Round-the-clock guards were posted to keep an eye out for the madman. Fishlegs had left Berk in favor of being with Heather, leaving Snotlout to marry Ruffnut. She didn't mind, though, considering Eret had made it very clear he was only interested in one girl on Berk—Signy. The biggest change, though, was for the Haddock family.

Astrid was pregnant.

Astrid was 'going-to-give-birth-any-day-now' pregnant.

Oh, wait, excuse me.

She was 'author-I'm-giving-birth-right-this-damn-minute' pregnant.

And that was the sound that broke the early morning silence on Berk.

"HICCUP HORRENDOUS HADDOCK THE THIRD, I AM GOING TO GUT YOU!"

Hiccup cringed at his wife's screams, but he held her hand tightly. He was a little scared, but he knew she was just in pain. Besides, it was his fault she was in this much pain. Her normally-tight grip was even tighter than normal as she sobbed for it to be over. Valka, Gothi, Asta, and Signy were all in the room, all providing different forms of support. Signy was clutching Astrid's other hand, her own gently-rounded pregnant belly clear to the other women in the room but not Hiccup. Valka was keeping track of Astrid's progress while Gothi prepared the herbs and Asta was standing with a blanket to wrap the baby in.

"I can see the head!" Valka announced, sending her son into a panic. "Astrid, I need you to push on the count of three!"

They had no idea that Drago and Hilda had cast the curse, a fast-moving one that was making its way to them.

"HICCUP, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"You're doing great, milady," he assured her.

"One… two… three!"

Astrid screamed as she pushed, practically crushing Hiccup's hand in the process.

A baby's cry filled the room.

It was over.

"It's a girl!" Valka told the proud parents. The baby was cleaned and swaddled before being placed in her mother's arms. Gothi, Asta, and Valka all left the room, Signy staying due to a sudden bout of morning sickness.

"What should we call her?" Astrid asked Hiccup.

"Serafina," he said.

"Serafina?"

"I heard it when we were down south a while back, and I heard it means burning serpent. What better name for a girl raised with dragons?"

"I love it. Serafina… our Sera."

Suddenly, there were loud shouts outside. Signy ran out and saw a large, billowing cloud of smoke coming straight for them. Eret rushed up to her and pulled her back into the Haddock house, hugging her to his chest. Hiccup's eyes widened as he embraced Astrid and Sera, who was beginning to fuss.

"I love you both more than anything," he whispered to Astrid.

They were swallowed by the curse.

If you got Once Upon A Time vibes from this, you get a cookie.

This story is loosely based of the series, with many changes to account for everything that differs between the two universes.

Also, yes, Signy is pregnant with Eret's child. Boy works fast, that's all I'm gonna say.

So long and thanks for all the fish!