AN: This is just a really short drabble thing sortof. I felt I just wanted to write something and I MIGHT do one more but in Astrid's point of view. I'm so sorry for any grammatical errors and such, english is not my mothertongue .
Hope you like it though!^^
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He snuggles closer to the blond wonder beside him in the bed as he feels a small morningchill sweep across his one bare foot and quickly drags it under the heavy fur which he wraps around him and his wife. He squints one of his tired eyes across the room and finds the hole in the roof. He sighs over his own lazyness and regrets not fixing it sooner, but closes his eyes and burries his face in the blond sea of hair and just breathes in her scent. He relaxes and lets her scent just engulf him in his sleeply-drunk state and hopes that time stops so he will forever stay this way.
Waking up beside Astrid is one of the best things he knows. It's a time where no one can see a side of her that he can. Her hair being a mess, eyes bluer than ever and a rasp, hoarse voice. Body being wrapped in the fur covering the bed and the light of morning seeping through the cracks of the house enlighting her in such a beautiful way that he some mornings can't even imagine that he is the one that gets to see her in that way. He just love her so much.
Astrid shuffles and presses her body closer to him, a yawn escaping her perfect lips. He runs his finger like a feather over her arm and tangles his legs in hers.
A chirping noise indicating the awakening of Cloudjumper who had fallen asleep as he wrestled Toothless down outside their home after the midnight black dragon had had one of his hyper active fits around him, pinning him down. Astrid turns around, Hiccup slowly opens the eye that's not cramped down into the pillow and just looks at her turning her body to lay on her back. A dim morninglight eluminates her profile making her look almost serene. The fur slipping down her body, exposing one of her breasts. He watched as a slow stiffness rised in the middle of it due to the morning chill. Some wild tuffts of hair resting on her face, looking like gold. He brushed them away with his one finger. He loves watching her sleep, she looks so calm. Not the I-can-pin-you-down-in-five-seconds-flat kind of Astrid. This is the Astrid he sees, the Astrid that Snotlout never got to see. He grins at that thought. He has one side of Astrid that his some what annoying cousin never gets to see. He for once feel like he is above Snotlout, maybe not in a viking kind of way, nor in a bodytype of way. But in another kind of way. He knows Snotlout still looks at Astrid like she's going to change her mind, but she's his.
With that thought he just attacks her and digs his face into the bend where her neck meets her shoulder, kisses her lightly and decides that just for today, the chiefing can wait. He's going to go back to sleep and get carried away in his dreams again.
He yawns loudly and puts his head on her chest, a slow shiver shooting through his body as he feels her hand going through his hair.