Wow, it took me almost as long to update this chapter as it did the last chapter. It's a good thing none of you know I live in New York! Anyways, thanks to the new show on Cartoon Network, I'm finally back into How to Train Your Dragon. And I still remember what was going to happen for the rest of the fan fiction.

The bad news is that there are only three more chapters left in this fan fiction. The good news is that they're going to be really fun chapters. This chapter is a little different in that it's going to switch from Hiccup, Astrid, Leech, Ruffnut, and Toothless's points of view. I need all of them to be able to go through Astrid's convoluted plan. This Chapter will be a bit longer than the others so brace yourself!

Chapter Ten – Hiccup, Astrid, Leech, Ruffnut, and Toothless

"It's a beautiful night! We're looking for something dumb to do! Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you! Is it the look in your eye? Or is it this dancing juice? Who cares, baby? I think I wanna marry you!"

Astrid

The plan was simple. We prepared for the entire three days 'til the wedding. The twins were probably the most excited about the plan and I was surprised about how eager everyone was to help me. They made me proud to be my friends. Step one was easy. We were to simply spend the three days acting like Isabella had won. We gave no indication that we had a plan.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" Ruffnut muttered to me one evening.

"Trust me," I muttered back. "As long as we stick to the plan, nothing can go wrong."

"Do you think we should tell Hiccup?"

That was a question that I had asked myself many times while formulating this plan. I didn't know why I didn't tell Hiccup what I was planning. I was sure that it wouldn't change if he knew of it or not. But for some reason I wasn't willing to tell him about it. It wasn't that I couldn't really be seen talking to him. Ruffnut could have easily filled him in. But I didn't want her too. I wasn't sure why.

Isabella looked quite triumphant during those three days. She strutted around the village, acting like she owned everything. She had no idea what we were up too. And that just made it all the more satisfying.

The night before the wedding, I called Snotlout, Fishlegs, Ruffnut and Tuffnut, Toothless and Leech to the dragon training arena to go over the plan one last time. I wanted to make sure everything would go smoothly.

"Alright," I said in a low voice, looking around to make sure no one was passing by and could overhear us. "Everyone remembers their parts right?" They all nodded. "Now, the wedding's going to take place in the great hall. Garlo has ordered me on house lock down until the wedding is over. But we'll take care of that. Fishlegs and Toothless, you're the distractions."

"Got it," Fishlegs replied nodding. "Toothless and I can be called 'Worm Bait'."

I sighed. "Fine, whatever. Snotlout?"

"I'm the Talker," he responded, standing up straight.

"And Ruffnut and Tuffnut," I continued, turning to them. "You're 'The Bouncer'."

They laughed. "Heh, Bouncer," Tuffnut scoffed. "Where do you come up with this stuff?"

"And I'll be 'The Whine!'" Leech added proudly, puffing out his chest. I nodded, trying hard not to grin too much. "This is the funniest plan I have ever been a part of!"

"Then we all remember what to do?" I asked anxiously, looking at them.

"Of course," Tuffnut snorted. "What do you take us for?"

"Tomorrow, all hell will break loose," Ruffnut agreed, a dreamy tone to her voice.

Hiccup

I wasn't quite sure why everyone was avoiding me. I didn't see Fishlegs, the twins, or Astrid at all during those horrid three days. Toothless kept close to me, but he was always grinning as if he some sort of inside joke or something. Whenever I asked him what he was so happy about, he redirected the question and wouldn't answer.

I had almost started to forgive my father until he banned Astrid from the wedding. Then I just couldn't stand him anymore. I didn't want to stay in the same house as him anymore, so I asked to stay with Gobber for a while. For some reason he was very eager to let me sleep in his spare room. It seemed like everyone was in on something except me.

I didn't want to wake up when the day of the wedding finally rolled around. I was hoping if I just lay in bed the whole day they would forget about me and just continue the wedding without me. But I was sure that wasn't going to happen, so I forced myself to open my eyes. I was expecting to see Toothless close by my side, but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Snotlout sat on my bed, grinning at me as if his birthday had come early. I gave a start when I saw him.

"Snotlout, what are you doing here?" I asked as I sat up, trying to catch my breath.

"Well, I just wanted to wish you good luck during the wedding," he told me earnestly. "I also wanted to tell you a story. Something that might help you or cheer you up."

"I hardly doubt a story is going to cheer me up," I grumbled, rubbing my eyes and trying to pull myself out of bed. Snotlout stopped me.

"Nonsense," he replied, grinning even wider. "You've never heard one of my stories. Now then, once upon a time, there was a handsome, rugged young man, me, who was born into the great Hairy Hooligan Tribe. I was brave, good looking, strong, amazingly fast, and most of all, modest…"

Toothless

I woke early and made sure that Hiccup didn't wake up as I slowly crept down the stairs and out the door. I breathed in a breath of fresh air, looking around. I really hoped that Astrid knew what she was doing. There were several things that we had to make sure happened in order for Astrid to get here in time. One was to stall Hiccup, which Snotlout would be doing. The next was to stall Isabella, which was being taken care of. Fishlegs and I would be doing two jobs at once. Distract the guards around the great hall and where they were keeping Astrid, and to stall Stoick and Garlo.

Looking around, I was afraid that Fishlegs was oversleeping or forget where we were supposed to meet. But I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw him trotting towards me, red faced and slightly out of breath. He smiled when he saw me and quickened his pace.

"There you are," he panted. "I was afraid that I would forget where we were supposed to be. Have you seen the chiefs yet?"

I shook my head. I really couldn't speak human, but that didn't stop Hiccup from understanding me. Fishlegs sighed, taking a quick glance around to make sure that no one was sneaking up on us.

"Ok, we have to wait until they're within eyesight," he recalled, speaking in a lower voice. "Until then, we just pretend that we're having a pleasant conversation. You remember the signal when you see them coming?"

I nodded. Of course I remembered the signal! Who did he think I was? I let out a slight bark, just spitting out the most random words that popped into my head, pretending to have a conversation as Fishlegs repeatedly said "watermelon" over and over with different tones of voice. Just like a totally normal conversation.

Then, out of the corner of our eyes, we spotted them. Garlo and Stoick was slowly marching towards us, wearing their best Viking helmets, chests puffed out and walking side by side. Fishlegs leaned over and muttered into my ear. "Here they come," he whispered. "You know what to do."

I nodded. Then, seemingly without warning, I let out a dangerous and threatening growl and I narrowed my eyes menacingly. I crouched low and pounced at Fishlegs, and he let out a cry of fear as I bared my teeth down on him.

Leech

Distracting my sister would not be easy. That's probably why Astrid had this in two parts. We couldn't let anyone show up at the same time. That was the biggest point. Someone had to arrive late and continue to stall the wedding until Astrid got there. But nobody knew my sister like I did. I couldn't wait to see her nasty plot fail. Maybe then people would start noticing me a bit more.

Isabella rose early, and thankfully she always sang in the morning, singing about how great she was. This was to my advantage, since I was immediately awake as soon as she sang the first note. I snuck over to her room, and saw that she was already in her hideous wedding dress. I tried not to gag as I looked at her. She looked more annoying than usual. But I had to be pleasant, no matter what.

"Hey sis!" I greeted cheerfully, stepping into her room. "What are you doing?"

She jumped slightly and spun to face me. "What does it look like?" she asked, trying to keep her voice pleasant. "I'm getting ready for my wedding, which you should be doing the same thing."

"The wedding?" I asked, sounding confused. "Oh, was that today? I totally forgot!"

"Yes, well," Isabella sighed, rolling her eyes. "I'm heading over to the Great Hall now, so you can just go and get ready then."

"Actually I wanted to ask you something," I said quickly, moving slightly to block her from leaving the room. She narrowed her eyes.

"Can't you ask me as we're walking over there?" She asked, sounding frustrated. I blinked at her.

"No," I answered simply. She let out a frustrated hiss.

"Fine, what do you want?" she asked, sitting down on her bed. I thought for a moment. What sort of question could keep her talking the longest? An idea popped into my head.

"Where do babies come from?" I asked, trying to look curious and not smile too much. She blinked in surprise at me and her face grew red as I continued. "I mean, dad told me the stork brought them, but mom said they grow from trees. So where do they come from?"

"Um, well," she stuttered, clearly embarrassed, rubbing the back of her neck. "Well…where to begin? Oh gee, um, see it's a little complicated…"

"Take your time," I replied, grinning slightly. "We're in no big hurry…"

Astrid

My plan was working just the way I had thought. From my window, I could see Toothless attack Fishlegs. His cries carried up to me. I saw the dragon bite him, but not wound him. First the two Vikings on either side of the great hall doors quickly ran over to them, attempting to break up their "fight." Then Garlo and Stoick spotted them and quickened their pace. Garlo was shouting something and I saw the two Vikings guarding me run towards them as well.

Now was my chance. Toothless and Fishlegs had done it. I didn't know how long their fight would last, but it would give me enough time to escape. Working quickly, I grabbed pillows, straw, and an extra set of clothes, fashioning them onto my bed to look like me. Then I quickly picked the lock on my door, snuck into the hall and relocked my door, like I never left. I took off my boots and crept down the stairs, one at a time. Carefully, I opened the window in the back of my house and was quickly gone. Step one was complete.

Toothless

I wouldn't let go of Fishleg's arm, and he punched at my head. He called me names as he kicked at me and I let out an even fiercer growl. Two Vikings attempted to pull us apart, but they weren't succeeding. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Stoick and Garlo had spotted us. As we planned, Garlo called out to Astrid's guards and they came running towards us. Perfect.

"What is going on here?" Stoick boomed as he and Garlo came storming up to us. In one swift movement, he was able to pull Fishlegs and me apart. We stood for a moment, catching our breath and pretending to glare at each other. Stoick looked back and forth at us, anger burning in his eyes as he looked at us. "Well, Fishlegs? What happened?"

"Why on earth were you two fighting?" Garlo asked curiously.

"Well, we were on our way to the great hall, and Toothless was mad because he wasn't the best man," Fishlegs stuttered, looking a bit fearful. "I told him that he couldn't be the best man because he's a dragon, you know. And then he told me that I couldn't be the best man because I was too fat."

"How do you know what Toothless said?" Stoick asked, his brows coming together. "He's a dragon!" Fishlegs grinned sheepishly up at his leader. I let out a growl in response.

"No, you're the fatty," he snapped at me, turning to glare at me. I was almost convinced that he was really angry at me. I growled something else at him, enjoying this moment. "No you are!" he shouted back. We pounced at each other again and rolled around in the dust, forcing Stoick to pull us apart once more.

"Enough!" he growled. "Fishlegs, you are pretty fat. You're going to have to eat more meat or something." I laughed at him. "And Toothless, I hate to say this, but you are indeed a dragon. So you can't be best man." I let out a wine and Fishlegs said "Ha!" Stoick glared at him before turning back to us. "Now go clean yourselves up. I want no more fighting, understand?" We both solemnly nodded. "Good." Then he and Garlo stomped away as we exchanged guilty glances.

Before the two guards that were in front of the great hall could return to their posts, however, Fishlegs called to them to stop. "Actually, Baggy Bum said that he wants you two to guard Hiccup's room," he lied. "Stoick doesn't want anything happening to him until the ceremony." The two Vikings shrugged and lumbered away towards our home. With a smile, Fishlegs turned to me. "Do you think that gave Astrid enough time?"

With a smile, I nodded. We started walking away, Fishlegs pausing for a moment to caw into the air. Then we went into the great hall.

Leech

"…And it is very painful," Isabella sighed finally, finishing her make up in the mirror (she had put so much on that she now looked like a banshee). She turned to me. "Now does that answer all of your questions?"

"I guess," I started. I didn't get to say any more as she shoved me aside and started walking down the steps. I didn't know what to do. My sister was determined to reach the great hall. "Wait!" I called, running after her. She froze to turn angrily towards me.

"What is it now?" she snarled, pausing right outside the door. Thinking fast, I clutched at my side.

"Ow!" I cried. "Oh, agony! I think I broke my liver! It's on fire! All that running damaged it! I'm in so much pain! Oh the pain! My liver is definitely broken!"

Isabella turned to look at me in surprise before looking to make sure there was no one else around. Unfortunately for her, there was. She never did like it when I made a scene. She turned back to me, anger in her eyes.

"Come on, Leech," she growled. "You're fine. You didn't break it, I'm sure you're fine." Then she paused for a moment. "You're not even holding your liver! That's your spleen!"

I blinked in surprise at her, my eyes widening as far as they could go. "My spleen?" I gasped. "Oh no! That's even worse! My spleen is in pain! Oh the agony!" I pounced and wrapped my arms around her leg, bawling in a loud voice. "Oh save me sister!"

"I don't have time for this, Leech," Isabella hissed as she proceeded to drag me across the dirt, one heavy footstep at a time. All the time I was moaning and groaning and screaming at the top of my lungs, shouting out how I was going to die and how cruel of a sister I had for letting me die. "You're not dying," she snapped at me as she slowly dragged us toward the great hall. "Now will you let go of my leg already?"

But it wouldn't be enough. As we neared the hall, something else was standing in Isabella's way.

Ruffnut

As soon as I heard the signal, my brother and I carefully crept out of our hiding place and took a station on either side of the grand doors. The two Vikings were no longer there, just as Astrid had planned it. I snickered at my brother as we took our posts, trying to look important and as if we had been here the entire time. I was surprised that we had even made it this far in the plan and judging by the look on Tuffnut's face, he was too.

Just as we thought, not before long, Isabella came slowly towards us with Leech hanging off of her leg, moaning about spleen problems. I gave a small nod to Tuffnut, who nodded back. We knew what we needed to do.

As Isabella dragged herself forward, I held up a hand to stop her.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked in a big, Viking like tone. She glared at me.

"To my wedding," she growled. "Where do you think?"

"Are you on the guest list?" my brother asked, his voice surprisingly steady.

"What are you talking about?" she snarled at him, her frustration growing.

"We can't let anyone into the wedding who's not on the guest list," he replied, an eyebrow slowly rising as he stared at her. "It's the rule put by Isabella of the Skullheads." She blinked at him, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"I'm right here!" she shouted at us. I looked her up and down.

"Did you bring Isabella with you?" I asked.

"I am Isabella!" she snapped at me.

"Ooh! Big deal!" I scoffed, waving my hands slightly. I never thought I could have ever seen such hatred on one girl's face. "Now, are you on the guest list or not?"

"I just told you! This is MY wedding!" she hollered at me, nearly at wit's end.

"Can you prove it?" Tuffnut wondered calmly, a hint of a smile on his face. Instead of answering, she let out a cry of frustration and tried to run towards the door. But Leech was still clinging to her leg and Tuffnut and I growled "Stop intruder!" We both dived, and tackled her to the ground.

Hiccup

"…And then I got into an argument with the weapon maker over my axe," Snotlout continued.

"How long is this story?" I asked him with a sigh.

"It gets better," Snotlout reassured me. "Anyways, eventually I just 'Nertz to you!' and then I ditched that battle axe…"

"It's not getting better," I pointed out to him.

"And then I got this new one!" he concluded, holding up the axe to show me. "See? It has a carving of a dragon on it."

"That's great Snotlout," I sighed. "Is that the point of the story?"

"Oh no," he replied. "I'm nowhere near the point of my story. And I would get to it a lot faster if you just stopped interrupting all the time." I let out a sigh as my cousin launched into an entirely new story.

Ruffnut

Tuffnut, Leech and I flattened the screaming girl to the ground as she screeched at us, demanding to unhand her this instant. We struggled to keep her still, and it was a confusion of hands and feet. There was a lot of punching and kicking and confusion.

"What is going on here?" A voice boomed from behind us. We all stopped what we were doing and looked up. Stoick and Garlo were looming over us, a look of pure rage on their faces. We all quickly untangled ourselves and stood up before them, all trying to explain at the same time. "Enough," Stoick snapped at us. "Where are the two vikings that were supposed to be guarding the doors?"

"We are the two vikings who are guarding the door," Tuffnut pointed out calmly.

"And a good thing too," I added. "This girl was trying to sneak into the wedding without getting on the guest list."

"She's the bride," Garlo pointed out. "She's supposed to be here."

Tuffnut and I glanced at each other, then at the parchment in our hands. We pretended to study it for a moment, and then let out a slow "Oh!" Isabella tossed her head and rudely shoved past us. Garlo and Stoick started to follow, but Stoick paused and turned back to us.

"Where's Hiccup?" he asked us. Tuffnut and I shrugged. Our chief let out a frustrated sigh and started towards his own house. I stared anxiously after him. I only hoped that we had delayed the wedding for long enough.

Astrid

I kept to the shadows of the village, trying hard not to be seen. No one could know that I had snuck out. If anyone caught me, I would be sent back to my house and I would never be able to stop this wedding. But fortunately, no one saw me. I was always good at sneaking.

I paused to peak around a corner and the great hall came into sight. I saw Ruffnut and Tuffnut still standing guard, with Leech hovering nearby. Then Stoick came into view, marching Hiccup and Snotlout along with him. All three of them looked like they were on death row, waiting to meet their maker. I let out a sigh of relief. I was in time. Thor help me.

As soon as the doors to the great hall closed, I sprinted across the field to where the others were waiting for me. Ruffnut brightened when she saw me and she nudged her brother in his side to make him look.

"Good job guys!" I said in a low voice. "I hope it wasn't too much trouble!"

"Are you kidding?" Leech replied, grinning. "Bugging my sister is easy. It was pretending to listen to her that was the hard part. She never suspected a thing!"

"I'm just glad you got here in time," Ruffnut added. "I was starting to think that you weren't able to escape." I scoffed in indignation.

"Please," I replied. "Give me some credit." Then I turned serious. "All right, now all we have to do is wait. Ruffnut, keep an eye and ear out. When it comes to the right time, I'll burst in with an objection and challenge Isabella to a Viking fight."

Ruffnut was already opening the door a crack so she could see the entire ceremony. She didn't speak as she listened, obviously trying hard not to fall asleep as Gobber droned on. We all held our breath as we waited for the right moment. Eventually Ruffnut took a breath of anticipation.

"Ok, he's asking if anyone has any objections," she said quickly. "You're on, Astrid!"

I nodded and opened the doors. Gobber, who was marrying the two, was just finishing saying that we had to speak now or forever hold the peace. I took a deep breath to object, but before I could speak, another clear and loud voice spoke first. Who it came out of made us all pause and stare, my objection caught in my throat.

"I object!" Hiccup said in a clear, calm voice, resolution shining in his eyes.

Finally! Chapter ten is over and we're finally coming to the climax! I am really happy with how this chapter turned out and with over four thousand words I think my readers will be satisfied with this chapter.

Who would have thought that it would be Hiccup speaking out at his own wedding? What's going to happen now that he's objected? What is he going to do to end this madness? And will Stoick try to stop him? We know Isabella will, but what is Hiccup up to? Well, there's only one way to find out. Cry about it to your mother! I mean, read and review! And then I can post the next chapter! Only two more to go!