Can't Buy Me Love - Chapter 1: Arranged Marriage Sucks
Summary: Before Hiccup shoots down a Night Fury, he and Ruffnut are married off to each other. Witness awkward married life, dragons and the evolving of a relationship filled with pure crazy.
Warnings: Angry Ruffnut and an awkward wedding
Spoilers: None
Characters: Hiccup, Ruffnut, Tuffnut Jr., Stoick, Tuffnut Sr., Astrid, Snotlout, Gobber, Gothi
Word Count: ~5,340
Notes: I have no idea where this came from. It's really bad but I don't care because I really like this idea.
Hiccup did not like the way his father was looking at him. It was that proud and excited look that scared him endlessly, and coupled with the fact that his father rarely smiled at him anymore, it meant that his father was happy about something concerning his only son.
"Uh, Dad?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Have a seat, son," Stoic said, gesturing to the chair in front of him. Deliberately wanting to make conversation with him? Yeah, something was definitely up.
"Is, uh, is something wrong?" Hiccup inquired as he sat down, brushing his pants off to busy his hands.
"Nay, nothing is wrong. In fact, everything is perfect! I have some good news, Hiccup." There was that gleam in his eyes. Hiccup's stomach dropped in dread; what did his father do? Was he being sold into slavery? Was he being sent to live on the other side of the island like Mildew?
"G-Good news? What kind of good news?"
Stoic linked his meaty fingers together and placing them on the table, clearly meaning business. "You're going to be turning sixteen in a few months, and this was going to happen sooner or later..."
Hiccup looked confused. "What do you mean?"
"I've been in touch with Tuffnut Thorston Sr.," Stoic continued. "His line of work has gotten him and his family into a rather dangerous situation, you see."
Tuffnut Thorston Sr. is well known for his bravery and fighting abilities, but also for his role as a peace-maker. He travels to the many islands that have a treaty with Berk with the traders and the chief and helps ensure that the peace is kept. He was part of the reason that the Bog Burglars have made peace with the Hairy Hooligans, for it was his idea to bring his only daughter Ruffnut with him to help convince him. There was also the fact that the Bog Burglars never stole from Berk out of sympathy for Berk's chief and their most peaceful warrior were both widows, left alone to take care of their children.
"His trip to the Berserker tribe went awry and he placed under the blame. His daughter's life and well-being has been threatened, and even with an entire family of men, she if not safe. The treaty hasn't been broken, and that is all that is keeping them away for now. That is why he was here yesterday, Hiccup. He is asking for the best protection his daughter can receive, and the best protection that she can get is being connected with the chief's family."
"I don't get it Dad, what are you trying to say?" Hiccup asked, shifting under his father's gaze.
"What I am trying to say is that you are getting married. To Tuffnut Sr.'s daughter."
Hiccup stumbled out of his chair. "What?! You're forcing me to get married?!"
"That is what I said, Hiccup. The Berserkers wouldn't dare break the treaty so close to winter, meaning we have enough time to give one of Berk's most trusted warrior's daughter the protection she deserves."
"I can't believe you're doing this!" Hiccup exclaimed.
"Hiccup! Sit down and listen!" Stoic demanded.
Hiccup sat back down reluctantly, his head spinning wildly. Marriage? To Ruffnut Thorston? The craziest girl on the island?
"Now, I know this is a difficult thing to process, but this is for her safety and your future."
"My future?! How does my future come into play?!"
"Your future as the next chief!" Stoic said. "This will be your first step into manhood! We don't expect you to have offspring right away, not until you are older. You need to step up as my heir and own up to the fact that you have to get married sooner or later! This will be good for you."
"She's going to murder me!"
"Oh please, no she won't."
"Dad, you really don't understand," Hiccup waved his arms erratically. "She beats her twin up on a regular basis! She and Astrid train with each other! She grew up with five brothers and her dad! She is going to kill me in my sleep!"
"Hiccup," Stoick said, placing his hands on his son's shoulders. "My mind is made up. It's been settled. You are to be wed in three weeks."
Hiccup ran his hands through his hair in distress as his father stood and left the house.
Marriage. To Ruffnut Thorston.
This was his worst nightmare.
"You married me off?!"
"Ruff, you have to understand that it's for your own good-"
"My own good?! No, you're doing this for your own personal gain! I hate you!"
"Ruffnut!"
Ruffnut ignored her father as she stormed up to her room, slamming the heavy oak door behind her. She growled in rage as she threw her helmet across the room, then snatching her sword off the wall and beginning to lash out at her bedpost. The sharp blade left several indents in the polished wood, but she couldn't care less. Her father married her off, and to Hiccup! Of all people he could have forced her to marry; it had to be the village screw up!
Her bedroom door swung open, but she was too busy whacking her bedpost with her sword, grunting in sheer anger.
"Ruff?" Tuffnut stayed back, not wanting her to attack him with that sword.
"What!" She barked, pointing her sword at her twin.
"Are you okay?"
"Does it look like I'm okay?" Ruffnut demanded, gripping the hilt so tightly that her knuckles were turning white.
"Okay, stupid question," Tuffnut entered his sister's room cautiously. "I heard, by the way."
Ruffnut groaned and collapsed onto her bed, the sword falling to the floor with a clunk. She curled up into a ball, her knees pulled up to her chest as her shoulders started to shake.
"Oh crap, Ruff, are you crying?" Tuffnut felt panic rising. He had no idea how to deal with a crying girl - Ruffnut never cried.
"Shut up," Ruffnut croaked, hiding her face in the crook of her arm. She hated showing weakness, especially in front of her twin. But at this moment, she simply couldn't keep the tears hidden.
Tuffnut scooted closer and placed a surprisingly gentle hand on her shoulder. She sprang up and wrapped her arms tightly around her brother, burying her face in his clothed shoulder to muffle her sobs. He didn't mind a bit though, hugging her back and shushing her
"Hey, it's okay Ruff, you're going to be fine," he mumbled.
"I can't get married Tuff," she whispered. "I can't. I'm not ready."
"I can go kill the guy if you want," Tuffnut offered.
Ruffnut couldn't stop the smile that crept onto her face. "That would be great, but I don't think the chief would appreciate you murdering his heir."
Tuffnut's face scrunched up. "You're marrying Snotlout?"
"No," Ruffnut grouched. "The blood heir."
"Useless?!" Tuffnut exclaimed. "You're marrying him?!"
"Please don't remind me," she grouched. "I'd like to think about it as little as possible."
"Understood."
Ruffnut sniffled and pulled away, wiping the salty tears from her eyes. "Sorry about whining on you."
"Nah, it's fine."
Their father entered the room tentatively. "Ruff?"
"I have nothing to say to you," Ruffnut turned away from her father.
Tuffnut stood up and left, letting his father have a chance to talk to her. The door shut behind him, and the room was bathed in complete silence.
"Ruff, I am not doing this for my own personal gain. I would never treat you like a possession or a prize to be won. You know that I love you and that I would do anything to keep you safe. This marriage will be the only thing that can protect you."
"From what?!" She demanded.
"Some Berserkers are angry at me dear," he stated. "They've threatened your life. They've been planning to kidnap you and torture you, enslave you, and eventually kill you. I will not let that happen to you even if it kills me. The treaty hasn't been broken, meaning that they can't touch you, but marriage to Hiccup will protect you if the treaty ends up being broken. This is for your own safety and well-being."
Ruffnut stared at her father, and then moved to hug him around his shoulders. "I don't want to get married, Daddy."
"I know sweetie," he returned the hug. "I don't want you to get married either, but this is the only way. I will not lose my only daughter to the Berserkers."
"I didn't mean it," Ruffnut mumbled. "I don't hate you. I was just mad."
"I understand," Tuffnut Sr. replied. "Your mother was quite upset when we were betrothed as well. She actually hit me over the head with the butt of her sword when she got the chance."
Ruffnut snorted; she loved hearing stories about her mother. Her father and her four older brothers would always say that she was just like Hilda Thorston, in looks and personality. She had always taken pride in being like her mother, who had died bravely on the battlefield when she was a baby. She had vowed to live up to her mother's reputation and be a brave warrior like Hilda had been.
"And what about after you got married?" She asked, pulling away from her father and crossing her legs.
"Well, she wouldn't talk to me that much, unless it came with some sort of physical violence. It wasn't until about three months when she started talking to me civilly, and then...we fell in love. And then we had you and your brothers, and neither of us ever regretted it."
"That's nice," said Ruffnut. "But I'm not too sure that's going to happen with me."
"Well, you never know," Tuffnut Sr. pointed out. "He might surprise you."
She shrugged.
"Well, I've got a council meeting to get to," Tuffnut Sr. stood up, picking her helmet off the floor and placing it on her head. "I'll see you at dinner."
"Bye Dad."
News of the engagement had spread like a wildfire. Both Hiccup and Ruffnut avoided going outside for fear of seeing each other or receiving congratulations from the villagers. Hiccup especially didn't want to run into any of Ruffnut's brothers, not wanting to receive threats of bodily harm or death if he ever hurt their baby sister. Ruffnut didn't want to run into Snotlout or Dogsbreath and risk getting a ribbing from them (even though they knew better than to piss her off.)
The first person outside of her family that Ruffnut talked to was Astrid. Ruffnut had snuck out of the house to Raven Point to brood and sharpen her spear. Astrid had sat down next to her, axe and wetstone in hand.
"Hey Ruff," she said.
"Hey," was her reply.
Beat.
"I'm going to try and avoid the topic that you're clearly not wanting to be mentioned, but I have no idea what to say."
"You can ask me about it if you want," Ruffnut stated, inspecting the tip of her spear. "I don't really mind."
"Did you dad ever say why he's marrying you off to Hiccup?" Astrid inquired, beginning to sharpen the blade of her axe.
"The Berserkers are after me apparently," Ruffnut replied. "He said the marriage is the best way to protect me."
"That makes sense. At least he's not marrying you off because Hiccup is Stoic's heir. It means he cares more about your safety."
Ruffnut hummed in agreement. "But still; marriage. To Hiccup."
"Yeah, I can't believe that's happening. Don't make him wet his pants too much."
The two snorted, then burst into uncontrollable laughter, collapsing onto their backs with their chests heaving. "I think that's the most I've laughed in days."
Astrid sat up and patted her shoulder. "I'm sure you'll be okay; I'm sure that once you get past the consummation, it'll be much less awkward."
Ruffnut froze. "Oh gods, I forgot about the consummation."
Astrid giggled. "And you're going to have to take a bath in front of a bunch of married women and exchange vows and have him lead you across the threshold and-"
"Okay, okay, I get it!" Ruffnut exclaimed, covering her ears. "I don't want to think about my forced marriage anymore."
"Sorry," Astrid said, punching her gently in the shoulder. "I should be giving you sympathy, if anything."
"Nah, it's fine. I'd be doing the same thing if you were getting married."
"That's nice to know," Astrid smirked, standing up.
Ruffnut groaned. "I have to pick up the sword for the ceremony in a bit. Want to come with me and carry me away if I go apeshit on Hiccup?"
"Sure," Astrid helped the other girl up and they set off for the village. "Just make sure you hit Snotlout and Dogsbreath if we see them; I've punched them enough for the past two weeks for making remarks."
"Oh, I plan to."
Hiccup had been cooped up in the forge all day, working on project after project, trying to busy his hands. The wedding was in a week, and he was not prepared for it at all. He wasn't ready to spend the rest of his life with a girl who could beat him into submission without breaking a sweat.
Gobber wisely avoided the topic of the wedding, not wanting his apprentice to get too irritated, and set to creating the bride's sword for the ceremony. Hiccup was just thankful that he didn't have to make the sword himself, but it still didn't change his mood. And it only worsened when he saw Astrid and his wife-to-be approaching the forge. In a fit of panic, Hiccup deliberately sliced the sharp blade across the palm of his hand.
"Oh geez, I'm bleeding, I'd better go take care of it," But Ruffnut entered the shop before he could make a run for it.
Their eyes met. Ruffnut did not have any hostility in her expression, only annoyance. They stared each other down for what seemed to be hours before Gobber (bless his soul) interrupted.
"Afternoon lassies," Gobber grunted. "Here ta pick up the sword, aye?"
Ruffnut nodded solemnly, tearing her eyes from Hiccups to dig into her pocket for the money her father had given her to pay for it.
"That's not necessary," Gobber said, handing her the sword. "Your father is the reason I'm still alive and kicking today. Consider it a gift."
Ruffnut looked surprised and a little touched, an expression that Hiccup was sure no one was used to seeing on her. "Thanks, that's really nice of you."
"It's no trouble at all, lass," Gobber gave her a rare, yet genuine smile. "Hiccup, I'm going ta pick up some ointment for that cut you've given yerself, be right back."
Hiccup's attention returned to his rapidly bleeding hand, and he yelped in realization. He cupped the bleeding slash with his other hand as the blood dripped onto the ground. He began to whistle to look calm, when he was really panicking on the inside.
He was so preoccupied with trying to stay calm, he almost didn't notice Ruffnut reach into her belt and pull out an old handkerchief and approach him. She took his bleeding hand and began to wrap it around his hand.
"I-uh, what are you doing?" Hiccup stuttered. Her fingers were calloused and rough, probably from all the combat training she's received, yet she was surprisingly gentle in handling his wound.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Ruffnut snarked, tying the ends off. "Keep pressure on it, make sure it doesn't get dirty or it'll get infected."
"Oh, uh, thanks…" He muttered.
"Don't mention it."
After she left, he couldn't help but watch her from the window. Ruffnut had always been crass and rude and violent, and seemed pretty dumb, but not as dumb as her brother. She had always thrown things at him and tackled him at any given chance.
"Look," Hiccup yelped when he noticed Astrid was still standing there. "I know what you're thinking; you think that Ruffnut is boyish and rude and violent and stupid and that's all that she is, right? Well you're wrong; well, at least about some of it. Ruffnut is so much more than that. She's not dumb at all. She doesn't want this anymore than you do, and she's really afraid, believe it or not. But the only reason she hasn't run away to avoid it is because her dad married her off for her own safety. Being married to you means protection. Protect her the way she deserves to be, okay? At least give her that."
Astrid left, meaning Hiccup was alone with his thoughts once again.
Frigga's Day. The day of the wedding.
Ruffnut sat up and scanned her room; this was the last time she would be waking up in here. The last time she would fight with Tuffnut at breakfast, but they would eventually get over it and he would braid her hair before they left, just like every other day. The last time she would wake up in her bed in the middle of the night because of a dragon raid. The last time she would have a room all to herself.
She didn't want to get up, but the knock at her door signaled that she wouldn't have a choice. "Get your butt up, Noboobs McGee!"
"I'm already up Tubby!" She barked, ignoring his indignant squawk. She rolled out of her bed for the last time, opened the door and kicked her brother in the stomach.
"Owwww," Tuffnut groaned. "That felt great."
Ruffnut snorted. "You would think so."
Tuffnut stood up and pulled his sister into a hug, ultimately surprising her. "Tuff?"
"I'm gonna miss you," he said, holding her even tighter.
"You'll still see me," Ruffnut pointed out quietly. "I'm just living in a different house. And will be married."
"It won't be the same," her brother said, releasing her. "Remind me to make sure Hatchet, Tor, Tarnish and Sidethorn to give many threats of bodily harm at the feast."
She snorted. "You do that."
"Ruff! Your grandmother wants to see you!"
Ruffnut sighed. "Bath time, it seems."
"Have fun," Tuffnut cackled, prompting his sister to punch him in the face, making sure he sees stars.
Ruffnut slunk downstairs, spotting her father sitting at the table. He smiled at her as she approached, standing to hug her. "Today's the day."
"Yep, bring on the torture."
Tuffnut Sr. smiled sympathetically. "I know this is hard for you, but Hiccup's a good lad. He'll treat you well, since he's too meek to treat you badly. You are a Thorston after all; don't let him walk all over you."
Ruffnut smiled. "I won't."
"Now go on," He encouraged her. "Your grandmother is waiting in the back room with your bath ready."
"Along with a dozen married women?" Ruffnut asked cheekily.
Tuffnut Sr. held his hands up innocently. "I didn't make up the traditions!"
Ruffnut wandered into the back room, almost groaning aloud at the sight of the many married women in her house. This was going to be just dandy.
Her grandmother gave her a cheeky smile, one similar to her own.
Yes, very much so.
The dress fit perfectly; it's beautiful. Her hair styled perfectly, her skin clean and smelling of flowers and herbs.
She hated it.
She stared at the circlet in her hands; Gothi had handed it to her, saying that it was the very same circlet that Hilda wore to her own wedding. She raised it and was careful as she put it on, not wanting to damage something that her mother had worn. She looked…different. She didn't like wearing her hair down.
"Looking' good sis."
Ruffnut turned to glare at her eldest brother Hatchet. "Shut up Hatch, I can still break your kneecaps."
"I don't doubt it," Hatchet laughed. "But really, you look beautiful."
"Thanks," she mumbled, adjusting the dress feebly. She wasn't used to being complimented on her appearance. "I can't believe this is happening to me."
Hatchet wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Hey, don't worry, it's not that bad. I'm married with a son and a kid on the way and I'm doing just fine."
"Yeah, but you aren't married to Hiccup, are you?"
"True, but he's really not that bad when he's not causing a mess."
"Okay, but when I trip over that threshold and that sword barely makes a dent in the wood, you're going to regret saying that."
"Whatever, I came to tell you that it's time to get going. It's starting soon."
Ruffnut nodded and went to retrieve the bouquet of wild flowers, freshly picked that morning. With one last longing look at her old room, she turned and followed her brother out of the house.
They were all dressed nicely; Tuffnut's hair was even pulled into a ponytail (probably Gothi's doing). They all stared at her in wonder, clearly almost not recognizing her.
"I know, I know, rub it in why don't you," she grumbled.
"You look beautiful," her father said, holding her shoulders so he could get a better look. "You look just like your mother on our wedding day."
Hatchet, Tor, Tarnish, Sidethorn and Tuffnut all nodded in agreement. "I can't believe our baby sister is getting married!" Tarnish exclaimed.
"She was five years old and biting everyone only a month ago!" Sidethorn shook his head.
"And don't worry, Hiccup will be receiving a good old traditional welcoming into the Thorston family," Tarnish smirked, cracking his knuckles.
Ruffnut snorted. "You guys are weird." She took her father's offered arm as they made their way to the ceremony.
Hiccup fidgeted nervously; he couldn't do this. He was going to forget the vows and he was going to fail at leading Ruffnut over the threshold and that sword is not going to make a dent in that pillar and he was going to embarrass himself tonight at the…consummation. He was going to screw everything up.
He felt like he was going to throw up.
Oh, how he wished that dragons would attack and put off the ceremony.
Gothi was closest to him, a goat present next to her. What if the goat is sacrificed? He did not want to see a goat killed at his wedding. No, he certainly did not.
The crowd quieted. Oh gods, it was starting.
Ruffnut's five year old nephew came first, carrying the ancestral sword that Gobber had made, then her five brothers, then Ruffnut, accompanied by Tuffnut Sr.
She looked so different. Her hair was down, with a circlet on her head that sort of reminded him of Astrid's headband – no. Don't think about Astrid.
Her dress was white with blue piping along the hem, neckline, waist, upper arms, and down the center of the skirt from the waist. Anyone could see that she had a much tighter grip on the bouquet than necessary, indicating that she was either terrified or ready to commit homicide.
Oh. She's right next to him. That was quick.
They didn't dare look at each other, instead pretending to pay attention to what Gothi was saying. The only time Gothi was ever capable of speaking was at weddings. They say that it is a gift from the gods that she is capable of speaking, though only at weddings.
Attention was suddenly placed on the sow. Gothi was holding a knife. Oh no.
"Oh gods, no, grandmother, please don't…" Ruffnut was muttering to herself. Oh yeah, Gothi was Ruffnut's grandmother.
He couldn't keep his eyes off the sow as its throat was slit. He cringed and saw Ruffnut do the same, only she was able to turn her head away. Then Gothi placed a bowl to catch the blood of the now dead sow. The fir branch is being dipped into the bowl and was then being waved up and down, sprinkling both teenagers and the assembled guests.
"Ugh," he mumbled to himself, closing his eyes to avoid getting blood in them.
Taking a moment to collect himself, Hiccup then held the surprisingly light ancestral sword out to the girl. She took it gingerly, replacing her sword with Hiccup's. He took the hilt in his hand, then placing the ring that he had been holding on the hilt and holding the sword out to her. She paused, then took the ring and replaced it with the one she had been holding, and he took it in his hand.
Rings exchanged without a hitch. This was going much better than expected.
Their hands joined upon the sword's hilt; his hands were slightly bigger than hers, he observed.
Vows were exchanged. Cheers. Congratulations. His father looked…proud. More proud than he had ever seen him.
The easiest part was over.
Everyone ran off to the Great Hall for the feast, but Ruffnut lagged behind. She wasn't in much of a hurry. Tuffnut walked with her, both occasionally punching and shoving each other, just like every other day. Only, Tuffnut had to be careful not to make Ruffnut fall, otherwise her clothes would get dirty and they were pretty sure that was bad.
When they arrived at the Great Hall, Tuffnut ran ahead and went inside. Hiccup blocked Ruffnut from entering, his new sword blocking the other door. He was clearly as nervous as Ruffnut felt.
"So I guess I just…" He placed his hand on the door.
Ruffnut shrugged. "I guess so."
Hiccup eased the door open, stepping inside carefully, then holding his hand out to her uncertainly. She took his hand gently, then lifting her skirt slightly and carefully began to step over the lip in the doorway. She ignored the fact that everyone was watching them. She made it through without a single stumble, which was incredibly relieving. She would not appreciate the mutterings about a cursed marriage.
Hiccup seemed to be just as relieved as he released her hand. He had clearly been expecting it to go wrong, just as she had.
Snotlout then came up to Hiccup and patted his shoulder patronisingly. "Well cous, time to stab that pillar! Try not to screw up, yeah?"
Ruffnut backed away as Hiccup raised the sword, thinking for a brief moment, before switching the sword into his left hand. He took a deep breath, before lunging forward to stab the pillar with the weapon. Gasps erupted from the crowd, even Ruffnut, when the sword sunk perfectly into the wood. It was quite impressive.
Cheers erupted and the village resumed with the feast. Stoic came over and patted his son on the shoulder, who still looked as if he'd seen Odin himself.
Gothi approached her and handed her a cup of mead, making sure that Ruffnut remembered to recite the formal verse before she gave Hiccup the cup. Ruffnut rolled her eyes and made her way over to her husband (she shuddered just from thinking about it) and cleared her throat.
"Ale I bring thee, thou oak-of-battle,
With strength blended and brightest honor;
'Tis mized with magic and mighty songs,
With goodly spells, wish-speeding runes."
She handed the cup unceremoniously to Hiccup, who took it shakily.
"To Odin," he said, before taking a sip and handing it back to her.
"To Freyja," she added, also taking a sip.
Tuffnut Sr. came over and shook Hiccup's hand, then making way for his five sons, who surrounded the poor boy with crazed gleams in their eyes.
Deciding that she didn't want to watch her brothers terrorize her husband, Ruffnut wandered off and sat down at a table. Astrid came up and sat down next to her, patting her back.
"It looks like your marriage is going to be a lucky one!" She teased. "How do you feel?"
"I feel disgusted by the fact that my grandmother sacrificed a sow at my wedding and sprayed its blood at me." Ruffnut groaned.
"Yeah, it got me too," Astrid said, plating some food. "At least the easy part is over now. All you have to worry about is the consummation."
Ruffnut rested her head on the table with a groan. A drunken brawl had already broken out behind them, and it didn't catch her attention for once. She had much bigger problems, like the fact that she had to having sex with Hiccup the Useless in front of a group of people that night.
"Just get ready for the blessings of fertility," Astrid pointed out.
"Oh gods," Ruffnut whined. "Why me?"
Hiccup was seated next to her, now pale and shaking from the threats of bodily harm that he had so obviously received.
"Sorry about them," she said, patting his shoulder. "It's kind of an unspoken tradition in my family. They do that to every guy who marries a Thorston girl."
"Will they do that a lot?" Hiccup asked.
Ruffnut shrugged. "Depends. Avoid making me too emotional and you should be just fine."
"You have emotions?"
Many would assume that Ruffnut would hit him for making such a remark, but instead, she cackled.
As the feast went on, Ruffnut was dreading every minute that passed. The blessing of fertility and the dropping of the wooden hammer into her lap only further embarrassed her. She really wished she could just drop dead at this very moment so she wouldn't have to continue with this stupid marriage tradition.
The time came all too soon.
Ruffnut had been led out of the Great Hall to be prepared, and then Hiccup was led out by his father, Uncle Spitelout and his cousin Snotlout. Great. Just great.
Thankfully, Snotlout was too drunk to attend the consummation, so his Aunt Seagrass was going instead. She sent her son home with s firm "You're drunk dear, go home and take a nap" to which Snotlout replied with a simple "Kay." And that was that.
His father, uncle and aunt were attending, as well as Ruffnut's father, Gothi and Ruffnut's Aunt Conch (yes, she was named after a type of seashell.) He was about to have sex with a crazy girl (who is now his wife) in front of their families.
Right now seemed to be a good time to panic.
He was led into his house, up the stairs and into his (and now Ruffnut's) room. She sat on the bed, dressed in a soft green nightgown that reached her knees. Her hair flowed over her shoulders in soft waves of blonde, her bangs swooping over her eye. She looked…delicate. He had been positive that she would be waiting to murder him the second she saw him, but instead she sat with her back straight, her face void of any sort of aggression. She was playing with her wedding band, the shiny metal glinting in the moonlight.
Their eyes met; for the first time, they really saw eye to eye. They both knew for a fact that the following events were going to be humiliating.
This was only the beginning of an awkward marriage.
I know squat about Viking weddings, so I hope it wasn't too terrible.
Information came from here: www . vikinganswerlady dot com / wedding . shtml
Ruffnut's dress: pinterest dot com / pin / 174796029260063771 /
Ruffnut's circlet: pinterest dot com / pin / 209698926369816320 /
Ruffnut's hair: pinterest dot come / pin / 209698926369816342 /
Hiccup's outfit: pinterest dot com / pin / 209698926369816353 /
I had to look for pictures. I just had to.