Sorry for not updating sooner, but Season 3 kinda emotionally killed me, so...ahem. Yeah.
AND DO YOU SEE WHAT I WROTE ABOUT DAGUR IN THE LAST CHAPTER
*cries*

"Sorry, sorry, but...games?" Hiccup asked in disbelief.

"Games," Astrid confirmed, then nudged him lightly, "c'mon, it's Hofferson family tradition."

It had been two days since their arrival, and the wedding was tomorrow. Every free minute he had either spent with the blonde beauty, her brother, or helping out for when the bride and her family came. Which had been this morning.

"Who plays games before a wedding?"

"We do," said Astrid's father, coming up from behind looking at Hiccup with mock sternness. "Do you have a problem with it, rich boy?"

He gulped. "No, sir."

Astrid laughed as her father walked off to help set up, and Hiccup scowled at her. She noticed and laughed even more. "So, have you ever played Hitball before?"

"From my experience, most sports involve hitting a ball anyway."

She laughed again. She had been much more comfortable ever since she arrived home. He supposed it was natural; she was in her natural environment. Toothless mewled at his feet. "Oh, don't pretend you want my attention now, you little show off. You've been coddling up to everyone in the family. Heck, you met Arthur's bride-to-be today and you're sweeter to her than you ever were to me."

Astrid cooed at Toothless's obviously hurt face and picked him up, blowing a raspberry at him. "Oh, don't listen to the mean boy. You're just fine, aren't you? Oh yes you are!" The cat gave Hiccup a pointed look and he stuck his tongue out at him.

A bark alerted them, and Hiccup smirked. Oh, two could play at that game, "Hey, Stormfly!" He picked the dog up scratching her under her chin. "Astrid's been neglecting you lately, hasn't she? I know, she's really mean."

Astrid placed Toothless down, took Stormfly from him, placed her down, and then punched his arm. He glared at her before the animals stalked off to do who-knows-what.

"So what is hitball?" he asked, getting back on topic.

"Oh!" She spun round, getting very excited. "So, you see those blocks there?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, so there's two teams. The teams try to hit the blocks with this ball, and alternate until one of them hits it. The team that hits it has to rebuild it. Both teams are standing an equal distance away from the blocks at the beginning," she added, when Hiccup opened his mouth. He nodded and shut it. "Now, while they're rebuilding it, the other team has to run for the ball, and then wherever they pick it up, they have to throw it from there, and hit one of the other team's players before they finish rebuilding."

He immediately became alarmed. "Hit them?"

"Yes, don't look so scared. It's a seriously light ball. If the players finish rebuilding before someone gets hit, they win. If not, well...the other team wins."

"What are the teams?"

"It's a battle royale," she declared dramatically, "boys versus girls. Heads up, you're on the boys team."

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Hiccup, stop swearing at my sister and come here!"

The boy blushed at Arthur's words, not realizing he heard their conversation. Astrid smirked at him, poking him in the chest. "You didn't think you were gonna get special treatment, did you?"

"Of course not, that would be treason on your part."

"Oh, shut your mouth."

There were three people in a team each round. The very first round, Hiccup actually found he was actually confident. It was him, Arthur, and Gustav (who was the Hoffersons' kid neighbor, and was invited to play along) against Astrid, Heather, and Felicity, Arthur's fiance. The girls were going to rebuild the blocks, and the guys were going to try to hit them.

"Ready, Hiccup?"

"Yeah, sure, let's go with that."

The ball was alternated between the teams, until finally Astrid got her hands on it. Precisely, accurately, she aimed, and the blocks tumbled.

Hiccup ran, and then dived. The ball had been aimed perfectly, but it had not gone far. Arthur seemed surprised that he could still run that fast with a metal leg, but for now he shut him out. He snatched the ball. The girls had not yet finished rebuilding.

"C'mon, Hiccup, throw it!"

He raised his arm, but then stopped. Astrid was laughing, and her bangs were swaying in front of her face...and she just looked incredibly pretty. He hesitated. No matter how light the ball was, he didn't want to hit her. And the other two women would be too tricky to hit from his position.

"Hiccup, what are you doing? Throw it!"

The girls finished, cheering, and Arthur turned to Hiccup with a murderous glare.

That round ended with Hiccup's teammates turning on him, stealing the ball, and chasing him to hit him with it.

After a few more rounds, and a few other games, everyone decided to head to the nearby lake. It was a serene area, one that you didn't even have to swim in to enjoy yourself. So Astrid and Felicity sat as mostly everyone else jumped in to the water. They chatted and Astrid found herself warming up to her future sister-in-law when Arthur stepped out with a glare. Both looked at him curiously as he waltzed up to them.

"Fel, what are you doing?"

"Huh?"

"Look at that. What did you do?"

She stood up, obviously alarmed, and turned to see what he was pointing at when he picked her up and then jumped into the water. Felicity shrieked, and Astrid laughed a little as the couple started a water fight ("You loser, I'm still in my clothes!").

She noticed Hiccup gazing at them too, so when he stepped out of the water, a dark blush covered her cheeks and she backed up, alarmed, determinedly not looking at his bare chest. Or soaked hair. Or...whatever other stupid attractive features he had.

Hiccup glanced at her, and when he saw what she was doing, his own blush could rival hers. He shook his head frantically. "Don't - don't worry, just, ah, getting a towel."

He picked it up awkwardly, and Astrid resisted an urge to giggle as he walked away - giggle? She wanted to fucking giggle? Feeling or no feelings, that was unacceptable and she would not do it. Still, her blush did not let down, for now all she could imagine was her arms wrapped around that thin, firm torso as he picked her up and spun her in the water.

And as much as she tried to imagine beating him in a water fight instead, the image would not go away.

It started raining heavily while they were on the boardwalk. No one was worried, the wedding was to take place inside a fancy hall anyway, with lots of room for dancing and whatnot. But now it didn't matter that Astrid didn't swim - she got soaked.

The two families, including Heather, ran for a covered horse cart and hurriedly paid the man running it for two of the carts. Hiccup and Astrid both got into the back seat, and they watched as Felicity and Arthur stuck their heads out to get even more wet. Astrid shook her head.

Heather sat right next to her, purposely pushing her into Hiccup's chest, just like the train. She refused to look up at him.

Oh, well, today was just full of reasons to blush, wasn't it?

Aaand take lots of innocent Hiccstrid flirting. Mostly without words. So…
1.) At least it's a long chapter?
2.) Do you ship Felicity and Arthur? (And if you do, give me a good ship name, I can't think of anything better than Arthicity. Is that good?)
3.) Er...review? The wedding is probably next. Wait, no, scratch that. There's something else first.