The Mission Impossible theme would be in order, Astrid thought wryly, as she sat in the restaurant. This may have been the most dramatic thing she had ever done. Since she had met Hiccup, she had been doing a lot of dramatic things. She had to ask him if he was in theatre during school.

Two tables away from them, Mala Wing was talking to a young couple. Hiccup leaned in, making sure the menu was hiding his face, and hissed, "I can't hear them. What scam is she offering?"

"Doesn't matter," Astrid whispered back, "so long as we offer something better - and not a scam."

The couple and Mala rose, shaking each other's hands right before they began to leave. Sharing alarmed looks and shouting a quick word to the waiter that they'd be back for their food, the young planners followed them.

"Mr. Potter!" Astrid called, and the young black haired man turned and furrowed his brows at her. The young woman next to him looked equally startled as Hiccup shook her hand eagerly.

"I'm sorry," she said, exchanging a glance with her fiancee, "I don't think we've met before?"

Hiccup grinned, and Astrid pleaded to the gods he wouldn't say it, but the gods must not have heard her. "No in real life, but yes on Facebook - ow," he hissed lightly when Astrid dug her elbow into his rib.

"We're Dancing and the Dreaming," she began, handing a business card to both of them, "and we were very interested in planning your wedding."

"Oh," said the woman - Lily Evans was her name, "well, um..." She looked at the man.

James Potter was looking equally confused, and he murmured to her, "Should we call Sirius? I knew making a Facebook account was a bad idea." Then, straightening as though the planners in front of them hadn't heard, he spoke. "I'm sorry, but we're already making an agreement with Mala."

"What trap has she got you in?" Astrid asked, making sure they both saw her amused smile. All those marketing classes were paying off. "Classic, Elegant, or Romantic?"

It was Lily who answered, now with a hint of concern. "Classic. Why?"

It was a good thing they were looking at her, because Hiccup looked like he was going to start puking. She had told him to look reproachful, not constipated. Son of a half troll.

"Your wedding will be in shambles. Bad food, bad flowers, bad music." She stepped closer, remembering all their research. "Ms. Evans, you're a successful businesswoman, an amazing woman rights activist, and a bundle of energy." She turned to James, who was looking at Lily with dopey eyes as Astrid described her - would she ever look at someone like that? "And Mr. Potter, head of Potter Inc. You're a fun man who would hate a boring wedding, so why would you ever let someone like Mala plan it?"

Her face felt hot with adrenaline, and ever so lightly, she clenched one of her fists. Please say yes. This would be Dancing and the Dreaming's big break. This would be it. Please.

"Alright," James said finally, after him and Lily shared a wordless conversation, "you two did your research on us - I am impressed. But we don't know anything about you. Why are you better than Mala?"

He had definitely taken marketing classes as well. Challenge accepted. She looked at Hiccup, who nodded encouragingly, and thought hard about how much she loved doing what she did.

"Because...for us, your wedding isn't just a business deal." Her eyes softened and she took a deep breath. "Hiccup and I put our lives into this. We don't rest unless everything is perfect."

"And we don't cheat to get there," Hiccup added forcefully, and Astrid beamed at him.

There was another moment of silence, and her partner's finger brushed over her's right before he spoke again.

"Thank you for listening. We'll...we'll leave you alone now."

Panic bubbled in Astrid's chest as her and Hiccup began to walk away from the couple. "What are you doing?" she hissed, glancing back. "They didn't say yes!"

"We said all we had to say," He bit his lip. "And it would be weird if we turned around again."

"And what if they don't call us?"

"Then -"

"Hiccup Haddock! Astrid Hofferson!" a male voice called from behind. Astrid and Hiccup turned around simultaneously to see James holding their card.

Lily grinned hopefully. "Are you two free this Saturday?"

It took a lot more convincing for the couple's families, because they didn't want beginners handling the "wedding of the century", but with some buttering up, Hiccup and Astrid had a deal.

"To the wedding planners!" Gobber cheered, holding up a toast to the crew. Everyone cheered, taking a shot and Hiccup, with his arm around Astrid, felt elated.

They were going somewhere. They were becoming someone. They were about to become big.

What could possibly go wrong?

I am...really excited about the next chapter. Be worried.