The smell of honeysuckles lingered in the air, the smell that had always made him feel… warm. Mostly because he had always affiliated that smell with her, that and the ocean. He smiled slightly, thinking about her.
Fishlegs shivered and pulled the covers up to his chin. It felt like he had slept for days, but all he wanted was to sleep a bit longer. He muttered something under his breath, just nonsense mumblings of a person who wanted to sleep again, and rolled onto his side. The sweet smell grew stronger. The bed squeaked a tiny bit in return to his sudden movement.
'Maybe mom could make me breakfast today…' he thought sleepily, not wanting anything to do with the land of the awake.
He pulled yet again at the covers, trying to flatten them slightly but something caught his attention. Had he always had a quilt on his bed? He asked himself, tracing a large hand over the stitching but not opening his eyes. Maybe it was new and he just hadn't noticed it before…
His rough hand met something soft and warm. His brow knit together and Fishlegs traced the object, trying to determine exactly what it was. He jumped slightly as the thing wrapped around his own hand at the same time as something brushed against his chest.
His eyes shot open to see a small, pale hand, covered in scars and other marks from years of wear, its fingers interlaced with his own.
But before he could do anything there was a gasp and something shot out of the covers and hit him right in the chest.
Fishlegs yelped and backed away, only to fall off the bed, bringing the covers with him.
There was another gasp and some fumbling on the bed as he tried to get the covers off his head.
A pair of wide, bright green eyes met his. Fishlegs and the thing both yelled as he backed away across the floor until he hit the wall.
Where was he?! And what was happening?! His brain screamed, trying to make sense of this sudden turn of events.
The screaming only got louder as he realized whom it was.
Rosethorn sat on the bed, completely bewildered, yelling out of surprise with several pillows hugged against her body.
The screaming abruptly stopped and the two stared at one another, trying to remember what was happening.
The memories of last night hit both of and they both turned red.
Fishlegs realized that he had no clothes and squeaked before pulling the covers he was entangled in up to his chest.
They continued staring at one another, both their eyes wide before Fishlegs cleared his throat.
"Hi." He said quickly, out of breath from all the screaming, his voice cracking slightly.
"Hi." Rosethorn answered as she fumbled with the pillows pressed against her. This made her go bright red and she hugged them even more tightly.
"Close your eyes!" She commanded, her own voice cracking as Fishlegs raised an eyebrow. He then realized why she was covering herself in pillows and smacked his hands over his eyes, wincing slightly as he did it a bit too hard.
Rosethorn quickly searched the room, finding her nightgown right next to her. She quickly picked it up before seeing that the front was ripped… Fishlegs hadn't been able to take it off and she had kept laughing and the two were just an awkward mess until he just ripped it right off.
Ah… memories… that wasn't even the worst part… both were inexperienced to begin with so she had known the night would be interesting…
First she had to scare Snotlout and Tuffnut off, they had followed Fishlegs home, and then they had managed to fall off the bed… Fishlegs had to figure out a way to make her stop laughing because they fell off the bed. Then Fishlegs was so embarrassed and was worried, asking her over and over again if she was ok with this… After that he had ripped her nightgown, which had surprised even him… and the rest… well, the rest just happened.
It had been awkward and giggly and embarrassing… but it was fine, Rosethorn knew it wasn't going to be amazing to begin with since it was the first time and all. Fishlegs apologized the entire time…
She turned, trying to find at least a sheet or something, and winced slightly, reminding her further of last night.
He had been so careful; she could tell he was trying to be extremely gentle, which didn't surprise her. Mostly because it was Fishlegs to begin with and he was a big sweetheart.
But even with trying, he still was much bigger than her, and might not have controlled his strength as well as he could in different circumstances.
"You know I saw you naked last night-" he said cheekily and was rewarded with a face full of pillow.
"I don't care, just keep your eyes closed." She pleaded, finding another article of clothing shoved between the bed and the wall. She quickly pulled it out and slipped it on once she realized it was his shirt.
Though Fishlegs complied with giving Rosethorn privacy, he "accidently" peeked.
He was rewarded with a brief glimpse of her before she managed to slip on his shirt, but in that brief glimpse, he able to see bruises forming on her hips. His face fell and his stomach dropped.
Rosethorn flattened the shirt down, attempting to keep it on her shoulders. It was practically a nightgown on her. She turned back around to see him staring at her.
"What?" She asked, eyeing him closely. "Do you not want me to wear this?"
"No-no, that's fine." He said quickly, scooting back to the bed where she was sitting.
"I-I didn't mean- I-" he stuttered while he rubbed the back of his neck. He felt terrible, awful in fact.
Rosethorn raised an eyebrow, wondering why he was getting so upset over a shirt.
"I'm sorry." He finally managed to get out, looking her in the eyes.
"Look, if you don't want me to wear this then I'll change." She said a bit annoyed.
"What? No, you can wear whatever you want, even if that's too small on you…" He said trying to lighten the mood. "
"I hurt you… didn't i?" he said quietly, his face falling further.
Rosethorns eyes widened and she rolled her eyes. Sure she was a bit sore but that's nothing.
"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm perfectly fine." She told him, raising her chin slightly.
"Rose-"
"You didn't do anything wrong, and I don't know why you think that." she continued, patting his hand.
"I saw the bruises..." he told her quietly.
"Bruises…? I don't have any…" she said to herself, quite perplexed. "You peeked!"
"No I didn't." he said nervously.
"You so peeked… I would have expected that from Snotlout or Tuffnut…" She taunted him, trying to change the subject.
His face went bright red and he rubbed the back of his neck even more.
"I-i-i- I am not- I would never-"
"Don't deny it, I saw you." Rosethorn said with a smirk. Fishlegs crossed his arms and huffed, knowing all the evidence was against him.
"Fine, you caught me… but you are changing the subject." Fishlegs told her, realizing just how sneaky she was.
"I am not." Rosethorn said a little too quickly.
"I'm not done apologizing." He told her, taking her hand, suddenly very serious.
"Fishlegs…" she huffed, trying to get him to stop.
"I didn't mean to-" he began but was interrupted by a knocking sound.
The two turned their attention to the direction of the sound, which repeated three more times before stopping. It was coming from the front door of the house.
"Maybe if we're quiet… they'll go away." Rosethorn offered.
"Rosie! It's your mom!" Called a voice.
The two looked at each other before Rosethorn stumbled off the bed.
"Put your pants on!" She hissed before tugging on her leggings and hopping out the bedroom door on one foot as she tried to put her boots on.
Fishlegs cringed as he heard a crash, cursing and some stumbling before the front door was opened.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am i? Because I can come back later." Mrs. Bardson offered, giving her daughter a smile.
Rosethorn gave her a horrified look before shutting the door behind her.
"No, no, see I'm dressed, nothing is happening." Rosethorn told her, crossing her arms.
"Well let's go then."
"What?"
"I'm showing you how you put your hair up, so we need to go back to the house." She told her daughter happily.
"Oh, yeah…" Rosethorn said quietly, remembering that part of tradition, opening the door. "Uh… I'll be back… later…" She called into the house.
Fishlegs peeked his head out of the bedroom door and nodded before she slipped back outside and started heading towards her old house with her mother.
Rosethorn rubbed her side as they walked along, if she was sore before, hitting the kitchen table trying to run outside had made it ten times worse. She would have to examine the bruises when she got "home", it couldn't be that bad…
"Where did you get this?" Her mother asked with a smile.
Rosethorn realized she was still wearing her now husband's gigantic shirt and she shrugged it back onto her shoulder; the neck was far too big, even if she had huge shoulders.
"Oh… i-uh… I was working on my weaving…" she said quickly, trying to not further the embarrassment.
"Sure, sure…" Her mother said sarcastically.
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She felt exhilarated as she ran through the village, dodging a chicken or two and thundering up the steps of the Thorstons house.
Astrid didn't even bother to knock as she plowed through the door and up the stairs to Ruffnut's bedroom.
She practically kicked the door down and ran up to the bed Ruffnut was still sleeping in.
"Ruffnut! Wake up!" Astrid said excitedly, shaking her shoulders.
Ruffnut shot out of bed and Astrid expertly dodged the knives that the tall girl had thrown, not getting hit by a single one after years of practice. Everyone slept with a weapon either under his or her pillow or at a close distance, Astrid had her axe and Ruffnut had her knives.
"Why would you wake me up?" Ruffnut groaned as Astrid pulled the knives out of the wall.
"I have something really exciting to tell you!" Astrid exclaimed, practically glowing as she set the knives down on the side table.
Ruffnut rubbed her forehead, her head hurt a bit from last night's party.
"Could you get me-" Ruffnut began but Astrid had already left and was sprinting back with a cup of water.
Astrid knew exactly what to do…
Ruffnut began drinking and waved her hand at Astrid, motioning for her to tell her.
"I'm getting married!" Astrid gushed, hopping up and down with a big smile on her face.
"You're serious?" Ruffnut asked, setting down the cup.
"No, I just ran over here extremely early in the morning to lie." Astrid said sarcastically.
"Guess there is only one thing to do then." Ruffnut said with a smirk.
"It's time to drink!" she shouted, hopping out of bed, and quickly throwing on her clothes.
"It's not even noon yet."
"It is never too early to start drinking!" Ruffnut said excitedly, marching out the bedroom door with Astrid behind her, who was still laughing at Ruffnut.
"What the hell are you screaming about?!" Tuffnut stuck his head out his door and yelled down the hall at his sister.
"I'm getting married!" Astrid told him.
"Congrats." Tuffnut said with a smile. His eyes went wide and he looked in his room as the other girls heard footsteps.
"I'm so happy for you!" Grimhilda bubbled, sticking her head out the door as Tuffnut wrapped an arm around her and smirked at his sister.
"What- no, oh my gods…" Ruffnut growled, sticking her tongue out and putting her head in her hands.
"I finally got him." Grimhilda told the two, tracing a hand across her boyfriend's chest as he smiled triumphantly.
"Now I really do need to drink." Ruffnut mumbled, giving her brother a death glare.
"It was nice to see you Grim. We- uh- we're just going to celebrate… you can join us when you're done… here…." Astrid said with a smile and headed down the stairs.
"Oh, Astrid, tell Snotlout he has to kiss my-" Tuffnut called after her before Grimhilda pulled him back into his room by his dreads. Ruffnut rolled her eyes as she walked down the stairs, remembering Snotlout had said he'd kiss Tuffnut's ass the day he was able to get laid.
"Time for round five." Grimhilda giggled as she pushed Tuffnut onto the bed.
"Let's do this." Tuffnut answered, cracking his neck and pulling her onto the bed with him.
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"OW, OW, OW, ENOUGH WITH THE BRUSHING." Rosethorn yelled as her mother dragged the brush through her hair again.
"You are such a baby…" Her mother told her, attempting to flatten out her daughter's hair.
"Well that did not make things any better." Mrs. Bardson said, eyeing her daughter's now puffy hair.
"Oh my gods…" Rosethorn muttered.
"Ok here we go, pay attention because you'll have to do this later."
Her mother set to work, separating curls and twisting and pulling, making Rosethorn wince and hold onto the table until her knuckles were white.
"So… how was everything?" Her mother asked, her attention on the mass of hair.
"What?"
"How was last night? Did everything go ok?"
"I am not having this conversation with you." Rosethorn said, putting her face in her hands.
"I'm your mother, I'm allowed to ask things like this, besides it's the law that the marriage was consummated." Her mother said, braiding her daughter's hair.
"Everything was fine, can we please stop talking about this?" Rosethorn asked desperately, not even paying attention to what her mother was doing with her hair.
"Good… I'll tell your father…" Mrs. Bardson said, sticking her tongue out slightly as she knotted her daughter's hair into a nice bun.
"MOM!"
"Ok, all done." Her mother said happily, admiring her handiwork.
"Thanks…" Rosethorn mumbled standing up.
"Oh… you look so grown up… I told myself I wouldn't cry… I'm almost as bad as your father!" Mrs. Bardson said, letting the few tears escape.
"Mom… it's ok…" Rosethorn said quietly.
Her mother sighed and wrapped her in a hug.
"Now, go on, go back home to your husband." Mrs. Bardson said, bringing her daughter to the door.
"Mom…"
"Go get him." Her mother said with a laugh before pushing her out the door.
Rosethorn sighed and began to trudge "home", taking her hair out of her bun as she walked along.
She knew she would never be able to replicate the bun her mother had just made so she decided from then on she would just pile her hair onto her head and tie it, hoping for the best.
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"Would you like some more, milady?" Hiccup asked, picking up his bride-to-be's mug.
"Thank you, good sir." Astrid answered with a smile and placed a kiss on his cheek before he went to get some more mead. Mead hall was teaming with vikings, the wedding party restarting all over again, though there were significantly less people, most would come later in the day.
"You guys are so weird." Snotlout commented, downing the rest of his own mead.
"Just because you're lonely, doesn't mean you can comment on everyone else's happiness." Astrid shot back, eyeing Snotlout.
"I am not lonely! I'm… single by choice…" Snotlout replied, crossing his arms.
Everyone at the table rolled their eyes. Tuffnut and Grimhilda had finally showed up, which made Ruffnut cringe.
Snotlout's eyes wondered back to who they seemed to always be looking at. Ruffnut shot him a smirk before shoving her brother off the bench and taking his seat next to Snotlout.
"Hey!" Tuffnut said annoyed, straightening his helmet.
"You are such a baby." Ruffnut teased before sipping her own mead.
Tuffnut grumpily got up and sat back down on the other side of Grimhilda, who snuggled into him.
Snotlout smiled before shaking his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He was still a bit perplexed about the events that had happened the night prior but decided not to bring it up.
"Single by choice… right…" Astrid said, smiling.
"Here you go." Hiccup said, setting the mug down in front of his lady.
"Thank you." Astrid said sweetly before wrapping an arm around him as he sat down.
"I can't believe we're actually drinking now… we haven't even had breakfast yet!" Grimhilda laughed but did not complain as she took a sip out of her boyfriend's mug.
"Wait, wait! I have toast!" Ruffnut said quickly, holding up her mug.
"A toast…" Hiccup coaghed and he was rewarded by a glare from Ruffnut.
"Here's to Astrid finally tying down that fine piece of ass." Ruffnut cried out as everyone raised their mugs.
Everyone cheered and drank. Hiccup looked unamused and Snotlout was perplexed at what Ruffnut had meant.
Snotlout slid his mug back and forth across the table, trying to come up with new conversation.
"Yeah… man… how many days until Rose get's to escape from Mr. Know it all?" Snotlout asked, needing someone to pester and Rosethorn seemed like the perfect target, getting married to Fishlegs…. He couldn't wait to make fun of Fishlegs.
"Well… a lot… I can't wait for our honeymoon." Hiccup told Astrid, smirking at Snotlout, who ignored him.
"Uhg…" Snotlout grunted, standing up to get himself some more mead.
"Do you want some more?" He asked, already picking up Ruffnut's.
"Hell yeah, hit me up." Ruffnut said happily, already having too much to drink. Snotlout smirked and walked away. Ruffnut watched him walk off and she sighed. He really did have a nice ass….
She didn't even realize she had thought that until moments later. Commenting on how his muscles were perfect was one thing, but thinking about his ass was a whole other story. Maybe she did have too much mead….
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Rosethorn peeked her head in through the front door, closing it quietly behind her and studied the house.
She had her own house… what was a girl supposed to do with a house really? Sure you could live in it, that's what houses were made for… but it needed something… maybe she could paint the roof, or the door… would Fishlegs mind? …
The fire in the kitchen was lit, but dying, so she tossed in a few more logs before kicking her boots off.
Maybe breakfast? But that would require too much effort. So instead she quietly went back to the bedroom, deciding sleeping would be the way to go. Fishlegs would most likely be in there… he's probably want to apologize… again…
She pinched the bridge of her nose and rubbed her side again.
She held her breath and opened the door, knowing if she thought everything was awkward before, it would only be worse now.
Fishlegs stood up, his back to the door and rubbed his hands together, the bed now properly made. He had on his tunic and pants now and he brushed his hands through his blonde hair, trying to take in everything that had happened.
He still couldn't get over that he was married now; he never thought he'd get married, mostly because no girls gave him a second glance.
He had a wife. Who was Rosethorn. Which seemed really bizarre the more he thought about it…
Well the most awkward part had happened already… He couldn't believe that that had really happened… it was great to begin with, and Snotlout and Tuffnut would stop annoying him, but he felt terrible. One day into marriage and he already messed up… and hurting Rosethorn was the last thing he ever wanted to do.
"You made the bed?" Rosethorn asked, pushing her bangs out of her eyes. Fishlegs jumped and tripped over his feet in surprise.
"I didn't even know you were back… but yeah…" He said, straightening the bookshelf he had managed to crash into.
"uhggg….." She moaned, plopping back onto the bed.
"But I just made it…" Fishlegs mumbled, picking a book off the ground.
"And thank you…" Rosethorn answered, her voice muffled as she pressed her face into the pillow.
"So…" Fishlegs said awkwardly, not moving from his spot.
"So." Rosethorn answered back, turning her head to look at him.
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, not sure exactly what to say.
"How are you?" he asked slowly, trying to see if what he wanted to ask would branch off from there.
"Fine… and you?" She answered, turning onto her side.
He looked puzzled and then huffed grumpily, his guilt not disappearing.
"Are you ok?" Rosethorn asked quietly, trying to look anywhere but at him.
"Yeah… I'm fine…" he said slowly, fiddling with the seam of one of the books on the shelf next to him.
"No I mean, are you ok with all of… this…" she asked, motioning around the room.
"I think it looks pretty nice…" he answered, not getting the actual question she was asking. "I mean… we could paint it… and probably get some better curtains…"
"That's nice to know, but I meant are you ok with everything that's happening." She said with a laugh as he examined the rest of the room.
"Well… I'm fine with it…"
"I want the truth…"
Fishlegs sighed and looked her in the eyes.
"This is literally the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me, including that time with the fur." He told her, giving her a small smile.
"Oh thank the gods. But the time with the fur was really weird…." Rosethorn said in relief, lying back down on the bed.
The two looked at each other, both wanting to ask the other more questions.
"have you had breakfast yet?" he asked, twiddling his thumbs together.
"Nope."
"Are you planning on having anything?"
"I'm not hungry." That was a lie, she was just too lazy to do anything about it. her stomach decided to call her bluff and made a growling sound.
"Yeah, you're definitely not hungry." Fishlegs said, rolling his eyes and sitting down on the edge of the bed. He realized that this really was a huge bed to begin with, Meatlug could probably fit in it…
"I'm too lazy to make anything…" Rosethorn mumbled, rolling onto her back.
"How are you still living?" Fishlegs asked, scooting a little closer to her. "that's not healthy."
"Fishlegs…"
"I'm just saying that you're supposed to have a three meals a day and the fact that you are too lazy to-" he told her, giving her a stern look.
"Fishlegs, I'm fine, really." Rosethorn said with a smile.
"I'll make breakfast, you… stay here." He said quickly, standing up and leaving the room.
"You don't have-" she began, sitting up.
"It's too late." He called back, trying to decide what he'd make. He could cook well, in fact he took pride in his ability to cook.
Rosethorn looked stunned for a moment before lying back down. Maybe having Fishlegs for a husband was better than she thought…
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Stoick set down the axe he held in his hand and walked to answer whoever was pounding on his front door.
He was greeted by a very pale, very nervous looking Spitelout.
Stoick's happy demeanor fell away and his smile faded.
"Again?" he asked seriously, feeling his own heartbeat quicken its pace. Spitelout could only nod before Stoick quickly ushered him in, looking around before he closed the door.
"This one was even closer." Spitelout said, taking a seat at the kitchen table.
"same as the other three?" Stoick asked, beginning to pace.
"Aye, those poor villages…" Spitelout said under his breath, shaking his head.
"Tell me what happened." Stoick commanded.
"We just received word from a merchant, it was the Berserker Tribe…" Spitelout said, paling further.
"Oh dear gods, the Berserkers?" Stoick asked in disbelief, his voice cracking slightly.
"Aye, poor bastards…"
"Ok, go on." Stoick began stroking his beard, his strides become longer.
"The village said the raiders came and left without a trace, burned buildings, pillaged, mostly took women and children… but very few casualties…" Spitelout said, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"Did they have…?" Stoick asked, paling considerably.
"Dragons? No, only men… extremely stealthy men… Stoick, they are getting closer." Spitelout said, practically yelling.
"We need to stay calm." Stoick told him, but fear could be heard in his own voice.
"would you like me to prepare a lock down?" Spitelout asked, standing up.
"No, no, we don't want to frighten the villagers… but we must warn them… we don't know if the raiders are coming to us…" Stoick said quietly, finally sitting down. He rubbed his temples, trying to think of what to do.
"are you going to tell hiccup?" Spitelout asked, knowing that the chief's son would need to know.
"He has enough to worry about as it is… with the wedding coming up…" Stoick answered, worried that his son would get cold feet if more stress were dumped on him.
"just… double the amount of look outs, call a town meeting… I'll tell everyone to be watchful… and we'll tell the boys…" Stoick said, standing up, and going through the door. By boys, he meant his son and Snotlout. This was not what he wanted to be doing…
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Fishlegs had managed to burn the oatmeal the first time, which he blamed on the fact that he had never cooked in this house before. Soon the new couple was sitting across from each other at the kitchen table.
The two sat in silence, staring at one another, waiting for something to happen. This was going to be a long week…
"Are you feeling alri-" He began, his long, thought out apology swirling around in his mind.
"Fishlegs, you don't have to apologize." Rosethorn told him, moving her spoon around.
"but i-" He began scooting his chair forward.
"You already apologized, and I know you didn't mean to, besides it was an accident." She told him gently.
"Ok but-"
"Come here." She told him, pulling out the chair next to her.
"I just wan to-" he began again.
"Fishlegs Ingerman." She said gently, trying to use the most soothing tone, the one she used on Smaug when he had a tummy ache. He immediately stopped talking, and sat down in the chair she had pulled out, looking her in the eyes. she really was calming when she tried to be.
"I'm fine, you just got a little… carried away…. And I know you'll be more careful next time… besides, a few bruises isn't that bad…" she said slowly, attempting to not make any of this sound awkward.
Wait… did she just say next time? there would be a next time… meaning that they would… she… he… he hadn't really thought that there would be a next time due to the fact that the first time was… interesting… this was great news but Fishlegs quickly swept these thoughts out of his head as he began to speak again.
"Rosethorn Bardson, I swear if you don't let me just apologize, I will punch that wall." He told her, pointing to the door and then realizing that it wasn't a wall and shifting his hand so that it pointed to an actual wall.
"Actually that would hurt a lot, so… just be quiet." He told her, taking her hand, trying to make her let him just finish.
"That's not my name…" she said quietly, shrugging slightly.
Fishlegs gave her a confused look, trying to figure out what that meant.
"Last time I checked, your name was Rosethorn Briar Bardson… or at least that's what the entire village calls you…" He told her.
"Not since yesterday." She told him, holding up her hand and flashing her wedding ring. "Now I'm Mrs. Rosethorn Ingerman."
"oh… oh… yeah, I'm not going to get used to that." he said with a small laugh.
"Well you're not the one whose name is changing." She told him, crossing her arms.
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Yeah… this was a pretty Fishthorn heavy chapter and I know y'all are sick of them, but this is… well they will be brushed to the side somewhat so that hiccstrid can take over (as well as rufflout)
Oh and did you see that subplot movin in, cause be prepared, that is all I say
Astrid is like, super pumped to get married, and you get to see more of that soon enough
And hot damn, Grimhilda knows how to do things
Ruffnut wants the booty! And the d but she doesn't' know it yet… (This is really immature but I couldn't help myself… I am sorry)
I'm not going to answer all of the reviews (I'm sorry!) because I'm lame… but here are a select few….
samsamwww: they are coming up do not worry, oh if you like hiccstrid so much, you should check out my tumblr, I got a handful of drabbles about them!
m4yui: If I remember correctly, everyone has to have their consummation witnessed, it's the law to consummate your marriage so they need proof that it actually happened… so probably a handful of witnesses would be there… like 6… I think I read somewhere that if you were like really important, it was a public event… but don't think that is right cause I'm writing this at 4 am…. I am certain that every consummation was witnessed and people often laughed and taunted the new married couple while they did… their thing… it was also a source of entertainment….
HideousZippleback: oh he wants it, he wants it badly, it's Snotlout for crying outloud, he just didn't want to have the concequences of a one night stand thing… ya know… Tuffnut would probably rip his throat out with his teeth…
TO everyone I didn't answer, I'm sorry and I love you and I wish you happiness especiall to that person that said they were reading this instead of studying…