"Are you sure you don't need me at the Academy or anywhere by chance today, Hiccup?" Astrid's hands rested on her front door's frame as she leaned her chest against it and watched how Snotlout offered his hand out to Ruffnut just a few steps away from Stormfly's hut. Ruffnut smacked his hand away in response, crossed her arms over her chest and then glanced away.

Hiccup chuckled, stepping one foot backwards from her. "I'll be fine, Astrid. Fishlegs can take over the Dragon Academy for today and while it, you stay here and wait for your mom."

"I don't think sending me to the Academy today would be a good idea, Hiccup. Or any of us by chance." Fishlegs said while emerging from the house, having Astrid move aside so she could make way for his broad body to leave her house and stand just a few feet from Hiccup, gracefully munching on a piece of corn biscuits. "By the way, Astrid, these are delicious! Surprises me even to say it especially of anything coming from your kitchen."

Astrid glared at him, biting hard on her lips and fisting on his hefty arm. Making him drop two of the bread pieces he held on that same forearm. "Ow! I was just being honest!"

"Then go be honest someplace else." She hissed.

"Could you at least tell me how you got these?" Fishlegs asked.

"Is there anything asides from food and books that could possibly occupy your head?" She snapped.

"Of course there is! But those are just too private to be revealed."

"Um, guys? Mind going back to the original subject, please?" Hiccup asked.

"Right!" Fishlegs exclaimed, "As I was saying, I don't recommend anyone training today with dragons."

"Why not?" Astrid asked.

"Because there is a wedding coming up!" Fishlegs reminded her. "Not to forget, its not just any wedding we are speaking of, its the chief's wedding which is expected to be basically the best and most wanted event of the season."

"I can assure you, it is much more than that eh boy." Gobber butted in as he walked past the two still laying dragons along with Tuffnut. "Astrid's wedding to Hiccup has been hoped for since long before that compact was even signed. While some yearned to make Hiccup marry their daughters or Astrid marry their sons, others prayed for yeh two to finally tie the awkward knot ye've been holding on since kids. We could basically call it, the wedding of the year."

"All that only makes me want to run away in your place." Tuffnut commented as he leaned closer to whisper the words to Hiccup.

"Tell me about it..." Hiccup muttered more to himself, scratching the back of his head, wondering how exactly was he supposed to impress half the village with a wedding that was basically being prepared overnight.

He never thought people thought of him and Astrid this way. Thinking of such only made his face turn a sudden, stunning red as he averted his eyes. Trying not to give anyone any wrong ideas since all of this felt so foreign to him. So much, he barely guessed on how to actually face the facts that he wasn't fifteen anymore, that he was a grown man, chief, and soon to marry the woman of his dreams. It was...a lot to take in, indeed.

Astrid chuckled, smirked, and while her eyes enjoyed Hiccup's secret blushing moment, she said, "Then we shall give the village what they've been hoping for. Gather everyone and stop everything that doesn't have to do with preparations for tomorrow's evening event. One and half of a day without repairing what was lost from our last battle, won't hurt anyone. Let every possible Berkian help with what is needed to make an unforgettable wedding worthy of a great chief."

Hiccup's eyes found hers as he listened, not helping but to allow his lips seal and gift his ears to her words. Acting as if her commanding tone had also influenced him somehow. Though, he wasn't the only one. Valka, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Fishlegs, and Gobber had gathered closer as well.

"How are we supposed to make it before tomorrow's sundown?" Snotlout asked with a brow raised.

Astrid filled her lungs with a deep breath as she glanced down at Fishlegs, "Once you've gathered everyone you can, divide them in large groups. Each group will have a different task. One, will be sent to take care of the food, for example. Those will hunt and fish if needed. Another group may be sent to take care of the decorations at the Great Hall. And so, and so. Allow the dragons to help with the gathering of wood and fish if needed. After the wedding, then we can start worrying about Osch and Billus's threat."

"And what about the cabin?" Ruffnut asked.

"I don't mind sleeping on the floor. I've done it before and could happily do it again." Astrid responded. "But since you insist on it; you, Tuffnut, Snotlout, Fishlegs and Hiccup will furnish that house as much as there is possible. I don't expect for it to be completely furnished overnight. It won't be. I know there are still things to get for that and we honestly don't have the time since the original plan was to be ready in three months, not one day. So fill up as much as you can."

All five of them nodded.

"And what will you do?" Tuffnut asked.

"I will wait here for my mother's return. Once I am done having my talk with her, I will try and assist you guys as much as Thor allows me to." Astrid responded.

"Sounds like an awfully fun day..." Snotlout muttered.

Astrid rolled her eyes at his sarcasm and then glanced over at Valka, who was now frantically rubbing on Toothless' neck. "Valka?"

"Yes?" The woman glanced back at Astrid, letting go of Toothless and allowing him to cuddle up by Stormfly's side.

"You and Gobber will make sure everything stays in order and everyone does what they've been asked for. If anything, bring me the news." She ordered.

Both, Gobber and Valka nodded.

Hiccup chuckled, walking up the steps to her and then smirked, "See? You wouldn't be a bad replacement after all."

His mocking little tone made Astrid playfully grin back at him and suddenly bring her fingers to his arm and then squeeze on the skin beneath the layers. "You're not allowed to retire just yet."

"Wasn't planning to." His smile widened as he leaned closer and pecked gently on her cheek before turning away from her and start walking towards Toothless.

Astrid then stood by her front door, watching how the gang walked away.

"Come on, bud, we gotta go now." Hiccup directed to Toothless once he got closer to his Dragon. Toothless lifted his head up from his paws and tilted it sideways in wonder, then laid it back down and closed his eyes once again.

Hiccup frowned, "Seriously? Toothless, we have work to do, let's go."

Astrid chuckled trying to understand what was going on with their dragons as she approached Hiccup to her Nadder's little hut and looked down at a sleepy Stormfly well comfortably laid right against the Night Fury's sides. "Stormfly seems a little exhausted now, Toothless. How about, you go with Hiccup now and as soon as she wakes up, I send her straight to you? That way she helps Hiccup and the others with all that's needed to be done."

"That's..." Hiccup glanced at her in realization, "...actually, not a bad idea..."

Astrid winked at him.

Toothless hesitated, then glanced at a now snoring Stormfly. Growling within, the Night Fury stood back on his four feet and began walking away.

Hiccup huffed, "Yak-head..."

"Stop it." Astrid whispered.

Hiccup shrugged, then started making small steps to follow Toothless. "The older he gets, the more stubborn he is."

"Like dragon, like rider." She teased.

"Very funny," He shook his head back and forth, "I'll see you later. Are you sure you'll be alright with your mother?"

"Of course!" She shrugged once then bit on her lips, "I am just more concerned on how's her mood. But, I don't think she'd ever be capable of harming me for disappointing or dishonoring her."

Hiccup seemed clearly uncomfortable with the thought of it, "Hm...just, come to me if anything, okay?"

She nodded, smiling brightly once again, "Okay."

Astrid watched him go for a few more seconds before her mocking smile would fade away and her heels turned her back into her house, closing the door behind her, sighing aloud and heading upstairs, to her bedroom.


Waiting for my mom's return was...well, I didn't expect her to come home so soon after what happened down at the beach earlier this morning. Yet, it was already past noon and I was still all by myself.

After the gang left, I managed to keep myself busy cleaning the house, ordering this and that, taking out the small amount of clothes I had in the bag I took with me to the docks. Emptying it on my bed. I also opened all of my drawers and tossed all my clothes on the bed.

I wasn't really willing to take much stuff with me overseas. I was pretty sure the Hollibusians wouldn't let me be layer-less. Who knows, maybe the dressing code they used at their village, wasn't exactly the same one we used here on Berk.

Hollibus was souther than the other islands near Berk. They probably even used a lighter kind of attire. So why would I bother taking so much from home?

This time, things were different. Yes, I was getting married. Yes, I had to move out from my childhood home, and yes, I had to start getting used to housing activities aside from my usual ones. But, I won't be leaving Berk for it. I won't have to stall my husband every now and then just to avoid him from touching me. Why? Well...because that husband we are talking about here, is the most amazing dragon tamer I have ever had the privilege to meet, the bravest boy in my life, the most unique kind of geek I grew myself so fond of—Hiccup, Horrendous Haddock the Third.

Too much love, huh?

Well, what can I say? I cannot be more pleased after knowing I was going to end up marrying him after all. It wasn't possible to ever make a contract with Billus, or any other man simply because there was another compact hanging in-between the world that revolved around us. And all, thanks to Stoick.

Seriously, if the man were still alive, I would undoubtedly run up to him and allow my limbs be squeezed tightly to deformation by a hug.

Honestly, I didn't think being eternally bound to the arms of a man would feel so damn good. I always pictured it as a curse especially casted for women, punishing them into an arranged marriage with a man whose kindness was nowhere to be found.

Thankfully, that wasn't my case anymore. And that was all that truly mattered to me...for now.

I was clearing the empty mugs from the dinning table when the front door creaked open.

My mom walked herself in and kicked her feet against the door to close it. Both of her hands were busy holding a big white box and a smaller—gray—box over the white one.

"Finally, they are gone." She said, setting the boxes on the couch and stretching her back.

"You knew we were all waiting for you, didn't you?" I asked.

"Indeed I did. And I am not interested in having a bunch of young adults butt into my business."

"We just wanted to know the truth, mom."

"Not we, you." She corrected.

I shrugged, "Well, that too." Walking to the kitchen area, I placed the mugs in the sink and then circled the table until standing just a few feet from her.

Not really sure whether it was a good idea to simply ask her for answers right away, I then decided to deviate the subject—just a little. "Hope you don't mind. I came to get the rest of my belongings and transfer them to the Haddock home. I'll try not to delay so much and be a burden."

"Who ever said yeh were a burden ta me, Astrid?"

My shoulders relaxed and my lips found their way to lightly bite on my lower lip. Always trying not to actually make eye contact with her. "No one. Just all the things that have happened between us in the past few days. I disrespected you in many ways and also, the home we live in. It is expected and completely understandable that you'd still feel mad at me for it all."

Mother's breasts fell with the loud and strong sigh she released. Watching her steps as she approached me. "I cannot deny how disappointed I am. But, I'd be lying if I said I am not relieved."

My gaze found her eyes. Perplexed, trying to find logic behind the gentle words that defied her stoned expression. For a moment, I expected her to soon burst her lungs out and send me to Helheim for apparently mutilating her honor. But to my surprise, her hand slowly rose to my height and then found my cheek. Cupping it in her big, hard hand.

"Yer my daughter, Astrid. I could ne'er be truly angered with yeh. Yes, I wanted yeh ta marry a man of higher eminence. One that will assure our family won't ever starve. To have a safer village. But as much as I wanted eternal wealth for my daughter, I just realized that nothing would hurt me more than ta wake up every morning and think of how I am the one to blame for her disgrace."

What—wait, was my mother truly telling me all this?!

I'm confused...She never speaks like this. Never accepts her wrongs and she never showed her soft, caring side— I even thought she didn't have one at all.

But, what I hardly understand is; that one moment, she is killing me with her stoned glare, probably cursing the day I was born. While the other, she is standing right in front of me, trying to convince me not to think wrong of her actions.

"Yeh have proven yer'self, not just ta me. But to the entire Village. Yeh showed us all how willing yeh are to sacrifice everything just for the sake of yer people, and family honor." Her thumb moved across my cheekbone, down to my jawline and then her entire hand stroked on that very same cheek, "Yes, I knew of the contract. It took me long and torturous days of deep thought. I wasn't sure whether to take it or not. I asked myself, various times what would yer father do in this kind of situation. But I must admit, I was never patient enough to receive an answer from the gods. The decision I made, originated from my greed. To desire for your infinite wealth so every living organism that circled us, would glance with irrevocable respect. Forgetting what was truly important. Ignoring what yer father would have to say if he were still among us."

My eyes itched. But my hands were frozen at my sides. Soon, I realized that if I didn't get a tight hold of myself, I'd soon be feeling salty drops rolling down my cheeks. "What would daddy say?"

She smiled, her eyes warm and kind. "Many things. One, would be that yeh do not deserve ta be treated like some kind of merchandise. That yeh are worthy of all good fortune, as long as it came from honesty and made whole heartedly."

I chuckled, "That does sound like him..."

"Aye, he was always proud of having a girl. I wanted ta give him a son. Thinking he might reject us both once you came to our world, he surprised me by spoiling you until the end of his days. He always trusted you to become the jewel that would always restore our family's reputation if ever be broken. He knew ye'd become tough, and he was right."

I took in a deep breath, letting it go really slowly. Making it last before opening my mouth to say something in response, when she rested her other hand on my shoulder, gripping not-so-strong at it. "Astrid, I know we've had a bad week. But I now blame nothing on you. I still, do not agree with your union with the Haddock boy, but unfortunately, I have no other choice but to desire you find kindness in all that you meet."

Was she...blessing my marriage?

"...Mother, I—"

"Hush now, I have something for yeh." She pulled back, turned on her heel and walked to the couch. Beckoning at me. I followed. Standing just a few feet behind her. Watching in silence as she moved the small gray box from the big white one and setting it aside.

Wondering why wouldn't she let me at least try and find words to respond to this shocking moment. Bertha removed the box's lid and let it fall on the floor. Pulling what seemed like a white tunic from the box.

"What is that?" I asked.

Her lips curled up into a faded grin while her eyes admired every inch of the item in her grasp. "It is a dress Gothi had well protected."

"For whom?" I rose a brow.

"You."

My eyes widened as I took a better look at the dress in my mother's hold. It was a traditional white, off-the-shoulder long sleeved dress. The waist band took place on the lowest of its waist—Which is actually best known as an A-line type of dress. At the very center of the waistband, there was a bronze dragon emblem. Simple looking, yet undoubtedly stunning.

Was that for me? To wear, tomorrow at my wedding?!—I thought.

Then, my head shook back and forth, "Wait, where did that come from, anyway?"

"I told you already. Gothi was keeping it safe until the right moment came. Now is it."

"Um...mother, I am still confused."

Bertha chuckled aloud, moving to my direction, trying to visualize my body in it. "Long ago, yer father and I promised one another that we would do as needed to make you a wedding gown worthy of all of your virtues. This may not be much, but it is meant to be a gift."

"And why didn't I see that before leaving overseas?"

"Because I thought you'd be dressed under the chief's request of style. So I didn't bother to ask Gothi for the dress since I knew you wouldn't even want it."

My shoulders relaxed, sending her a wave of appreciation through my eyes, "You might be right. And, thanks mom. The dress is stunning."

Truth be told, I was glad she saved the dress for this. She was right, though. I would probably be mad at the entire universe for allowing fate to cross that nasty path on my way. Now, it was all different. I wanted it to be tomorrow night already, and I also knew it would be a memorable night, not just for myself. But for everyone that appreciated their chief and his new wife.

Wife...

That word in my thoughts sounded so strange. I wonder how would it sound when spread with real words. And loud ones.

My fingers landed on the fine fabric. Feeling its softness, smiling warmly at the thought of how nice would it be to actually wear it.

How would I even look in this?! I have never used a dress—in my entire life. Will I even truly enjoy wearing it? What would Hiccup think of it when he sees me tomorrow night?

"One more thing." Mother interrupted—thankfully—my suddenly troubled thinking and allowed me to carefully hold onto the dress as she turned back to the couch and grabbed the smaller, gray box. "Yeh know, it is tradition."

"What is?" I asked.

"The husband must never be the one to remove his new wife's kransen in the intimacy of their bedchambers. It is the duty of the bride's attendants while preparing her before the wedding." She began to explain, "But this time, things will go differently since we are speaking of the chief's bride. In this case, the chief will be the one removing his wife's kransen. Symbolizing the official end of her maiden days and a fresh, new start of fertile and bearable opportunities."

All the blood in my body flushed instantly up to my face. Feeling my head hot and heavy while listening to my mom reminding me how everyone in the entire village will know what will happen between Hiccup and I after saying the famous 'I do'.

They should even change the terms for such... I mean, it's not really intimacy if you have witnesses making sure your Kransen is removed by your husband on your wedding night.

Good thing they just watch the amulet removal and then part on their own ways. Otherwise, I don't think I'd be willing—or be able—to even touch Hiccup for the entire evening. Oh, Hel no.

"—Yet, you have been using your Kransen ever since you turned twelve. It looks specially good on you." Mother continued.

"Um...yeah, I got pretty used to it. Feels more like part of my armor than some kind of maiden symbol." I admitted. Having to clear my throat so she wouldn't find out how uncomfortable this conversation was beginning to make me feel.

She nodded once, "And to maintain that armory image that so well suits you, I got you this."

When she presented the contents of the box to me, her fingers pulled out a thin forehead-band, made out of dark-brownish leather. "Not a Kransen." She pointed out, then placed the band back in the box. "That, will be stored in your new home until your first daughter is old enough to use it. This one I give you, will only become part of your everyday attire."

I nodded in silence agreement before chewing on my inner cheeks, wondering what should I say in response. Before I could even open my mouth to ask her anymore questions, my mother placed her hand on my back and hurried me toward the staircase, "Off with you, now! You must finish packing so we could take yer belongings to the Haddock home before the sun sets."

It wasn't after I had closed my room's door behind my back with a light kick, that I released the most heavy breath I remembered I had been holding.

What just happened downstairs with my mother, was it even real?

I have never seen her behave like this before... At least, not with me. All so caring and tender. I cannot deny that at times, she shows some kind of care. But today, it was evidently different. Such strange sweetness I could never dare change for all the gold buried in the depths of the wildest oceans.

Sighs, I guess I will never get to understand Big-Boobied Bertha's mood-swings and mysteriously shifting humors.

After placing the dress on my chair, by the desk, my eyes studied every detail of it. My arms absently moved up my sides, a little upper until I felt like I was tightly hugging myself. Bitting on my lips while feeling the chills go down my spine. Wondering whether it was truly a good idea to move the wedding ceremony to a closer date. Things with my mother, hadn't always been perfect. After all, my mother is best known for her ruthless personality. Yet, after listening to her, just a few seconds ago, maybe it would be a good idea to share some more nights with her—at least to try and make things completely right between us.

No... Not a chance. I've been waiting for this moment of my life to come for years. I cannot simply say no to Hiccup now. Besides, there were many other things to take care of. We just need to learn how to balance all of them.

"Now, I just need to finish packing." As I led myself to a messy bed, I grabbed the large, empty bag on the end of it, opened it and soon began to fold the leggings when my ears shut everything around me in silence, focusing on a specific-unfamiliar sound coming from downstairs.

The sounds were distant and barely audible. Soon, I found myself standing still, holding a black pair of leggings half folded in my hands. Discovering how the less noises around me, the better chances I'd get to listen to the odd sounds coming from beyond my room door—

"Lay down your head, and I'll sing you a lullaby. Back to the years, of loo-li-lai-lay. To bless you with love, for the road that you go..."

Fingers traveled down the wooden door frames, finding the handle and gently pulling the door a little further back. Making sure my ears weren't making things up when they heard a poor tuned voice sing the only lullaby I have sworn had been long lost and forgotten in this shameless family.

"—May you sail fair, to the far fields of fortune. With diamonds and pearls, at your head and your feet. And may you need never to banish misfortune, may you find kindness in all that you meet..."

Bertha's body stiffened for a quick moment at the sound of faded steps descending from the upper floor. She slowly turned on her heels, and while gripping on the dry and old cloth in her hand, her eyes watched astonished as I halted my feet on the very last step, grasping on the railings and simply staring back at my mother.

Bertha's lips parted, brows curled up in disbelief before gulping in a breath and continued singing anyways; "...May there always be angels to watch over you..."

I licked my lips, drew in a breath and continued for her in the same delicate tone: "...To guide you each step of the way..."

Mother: "To guard you and keep you safe from all harm..."

Us both: "Loo-lee-loo-li lai-lay."

"You remember." Bertha whispered.

"It's my favorite song." I responded. "You used to sing to me every night. And whenever I cried. But then, you just stopped doing it and became much more strict."

"One must lead children into greatness, not weakness. Singing lullabies ain't leading you nowhere." She seemed amused, all of the sudden. Then, her feet guided her closer to me, reached her hand out and rested her palm on the coldness of my cheek. "But now, you will wed a man seemingly worthy of your attributes. Even though it has been quite difficult for me to accept such barbarity, I have no other choice than to wish you the best of luck...and of course, bless your days. I might no more sing you lullabies, but surely, you will do so to your own heirs. The fruit of your strength and bravery." Her hand fell from my cheek and went down to the lowest of my stomach. "But, above all, product of your love with the Haddock boy."

"I will certainly enjoy singing them to sleep with a lullaby as charming as this one you have gifted me."

Bertha chuckled. Playfully poking on my abdomen, "Foolish girl. Tis' is not just a song to send children ta dreamland. It is a prayer a mother makes to bless her children's path. Best way to wish them good fortune without seeming so weak and worthless of respect."

I slowly moved my head side to side, raising a brow. Making Bertha laugh humorlessly, as she noticed how suddenly puzzled my expression looked. "Yer great-grandmother, used to sing for yer grandmother. Yer grandmother, used to sing to me. And I, to you."

"And I suppose it will just be natural of me singing to my daughter." I teased.

"And son, as well!" Mother pulled away. Drawing her hand back and widening her eyes as she scanned her daughter from head to toe. "You must do yer best to grant a son to the chief! Daughters won't do much compared to sons."

My brows curled into a tight frown. And what exactly am I, then? A Troll?

This little wonderful moment just started feeling awfully strange lasting so long. Now it just had to be ruined. Not surprised, though. "I am pretty sure Hiccup would agree with whatever comes, mother."

"Perhaps. But how are you so sure about such?"

"Because, Hiccup is much more humble than what you'd think." I chuckled, keeping my frown and pushing my chin up in determination. "But, I honestly don't want to talk about this now. When the right time comes, then we can think about heirs and whatnot. For now, the wedding goes first, then preparing the island for whatever it is to come."

"Remember, Astrid..." Mother called as I made her watch how her daughter turns on her heels and decidedly starts climbing the stairs back up, huffing within. "Yeh have all rights ta plan yer future. But yeh cannot decide whether it will turn out to be exactly how yeh expected."

That last statement felt as if someone had just taken a tight grip on my braid and yanked it backwards. I knew she was probably right. Hel, up till now, nothing had gone as planned. Firstly, I was supposed to get married in three months. Then a stranger from another tribe desires to take command on my precious future and ends up declaring war instead of peace. And now, I am just a few long hours before saying yes to my very first option for marriage.

Though my feet had halted their way halfway to the bedroom, I shook my head back and forth, thinking it would be completely hopeless to start refuting her. When I finally entered my room, my hands moved the door closed behind and then leaned my body back against it. Neck extended backwards, crashing the head against the door and closing my eyes, taking in a load of cold oxygen through my nostrils and releasing it through them as well.

"I knew happy and peaceful times were just temporary."


"Astrid, wake up, dear." Not receiving a fast reply only made Valka release a soft chuckle before pulling her hand from Astrid's shoulder and taking the hem of the bedsheets and gently throwing them over her neck.

"We should let her rest." Valka said, studying her sleeping image. "It is only natural that she feels exhausted."

"The Hoffersons are never exhausted, Valka." Bertha spat back while leaning back against the wall of Astrid's room, arms crossed over her chest and a bitter expression as she watched how Valka grabbed two full bags and moved them closer to the door. "Besides, she cannot miss dinner."

"I understand she hasn't eaten that well in almost a week. But I believe her body yearns for sleep more than any other thing and just so you know, Bertha, Astrid might be a Hofferson, but she is also a human being." All the while, Valka's responses were sweet, and all whispers. Not really daring to make eye contact with Bertha just yet. She just kept moving all of Astrid's bags—which were four in total—closer to the exit of her room and eyeing the spaces around her, making sure she wasn't leaving anything behind.

Apparently, Astrid had finished packing everything before crashing to sleep since when Valka came in, the bags were already full and resting by the bed waiting to be taken away.

"A strong human being." Bertha corrected, "And strong ones don't rest."

"You sound like my brother-in-law." Valka growled. Not really helping the bitter taste on the feeling affirming Bertha and Spitelout might have more things in common than ever expected.

"Negative. I have my own housing rules and theories. And he has his." Bertha said.

"As hard as it can be to accept, you and Spitelout have a lot more in common on how you treat your children than you could ever get yourself to imagine." Valka commented.

"And who are yeh to confirm how I treat my daughter?!"

"I am...no one." Valka's voice faded away. Reflecting how Bertha's words felt like sharp spears tearing her skin apart. "But, if we are guiding ourselves into an argument, then I will have to ask you to hold yourself until we abandon this room. The least I want is to let Astrid think we have never agreed with one another."

"You give no orders in my home." Bertha hissed.

"Not an order, a favor." All of the sudden, Valka's words ended up as low as barely audible. Hoping this time, Bertha could at least make an effort to understand how important it was to at least try and grant Astrid a little peace. Even if it was only in her dreams.

Bertha pushed her upper lip in disagreement before kicking her ankles to walk out of Astrid's room.

Valka watched her leave and just released a heavy breath before glancing back at a still deeply sleeping Astrid. Yes, indeed was she tired. It was well reflected on her closed, swollen eyes and slightly dropped mouth. Her head rested on her arm, her body laying on her left lateral decubitus.

It relaxed Valka's insides to know things were starting to finally take a better place for Astrid and Hiccup. She knew the reason why Astrid's skin seemed much paler than a few months ago, when she first met her. Astrid was hardly taking good care of herself thanks to all the things that occupied her mind. Some well deserved sleep would definitely do her good.

"Valka..."

Just when she thought she could finally leave the room, Valka's feet halted their way as soon as her ears heard Astrid's soft, numb voice call out to her. When she turned to face the girl, she saw how Astrid didn't even bother to move from her laying position. She just watched the older woman with heavy eyelids. "Yes, dear?"

"Let me help you. I just took a nap." Astrid mumbled.

Valka fixed her lips into a warm grin, "No need. Gobber is waiting for me outside, with Cloudjumper. Their help is more than enough."

"But—"

"As I was just telling your mother, you need the rest. Worry no more. I will let Hiccup know you won't join him for dinner." Valka cut Astrid's words off in the kindest way. So much, that Astrid began feeling slightly guilty for initially feeling unsure of leaving Hiccup all alone with this unexperienced woman while mourning his dad and going through so many things at once.

Astrid didn't answer to any of that, though. She just sighed and allowed her eyes to close for just a few seconds. Then opened them again and looked back at the woman grabbing the two remaining bags.

"I will take all these to our home and organize everything for your arrival. Only a few small things will be needed for the days you'll spend at the cabin." Valka informed, "Then, I will be back first thing in the morning, for your maiden bath."

"You can use one of those bags." Astrid said. "I doubt much is needed. After all, Hiccup and I will stay at the cabin for two days minimum."

"Seven. I told him to stay longer." Valka corrected.

Astrid blinked in surprise, "Are you sure about that?"

Valka chuckled, "Yes. I believe you two need some good days on your own before having a third person living with you."

Astrid's eyes warmed their stare as she nodded once, "Thank you, then."

Valka shrugged a shoulder, "Same happened to me and Stoick, though. He wanted to spend a few days away, overseas. But I wanted to stay and take care of his father. In the end, he pleased me by staying. Then I realized a few days to begin my marriage all alone with my husband would be better."

"Why?"

Valka's lips curled into a guilty smirk as her eyes moved around the room, "Well, you can't do the same things you do when alone with your husband, than being amongst other people. It becomes a little uncomfortable overtime. The energies aren't exactly the same and the mood either."

Astrid's cheeks flushed. Imagining just exactly what Valka might mean by that. Which, wasn't at all so far from the truth. It was just what Hiccup had been trying to tell Astrid.

The girl then chuckled and shook her head back and forth, "Yes but, what I truly meant was, why are you doing all this? I mean, we get along just fine, but still. I'm marrying your son. One you haven't seen for twenty years. Why are you so happy that now it won't be just you and him?"

Valka remained silent for a few seconds, as if intending to find the correct words. Then, she responded with a soft, "For unknown reasons, I find myself very fond of my son's relationship with you." With that, she then released a pleasant giggle and shook her head while turning to open the door, "Sweet dreams, Astrid."

"Night."


"I dislike the way you speak ta my daughter, Valka."

They were now in the living room. Just Bertha and Valka. The front door was wide open and there was only one bag at the front steps. Gobber had taken the first three and left them at the Haddock home.

Bertha was standing by the dinning table, both arms crossed over her chest and her face stoned serious. Watching every single move Valka made as she descended from the stairs one last time.

"It is impolite to listen to other people's conversations." Valka said.

"In my house, I may do what I desire." Bertha spat.

"No doubt on such, Bertha."

"Are you mocking me, Valka Valhallarama Haddock?" Bertha gritted her teeth, smacking her fist on the table beside her.

"How could I?" Valka said as calm as usual while directing herself to the front door. "Honesty isn't a sin."

"Yeh are mocking me!" Bertha couldn't help it, her words were forced out from her mouth, sounding very much louder than a groan.

"Bertha, please, don't take it all the wrong way. Astrid and I were just talking."

"Too sweet if yeh ask me."

"Well, I won't simply start yelling at her for no good reason." Valka pointed out.

"Yeh are too soft with her, with yer own boy." Bertha shook her head as she continued, "No wonder why he grew up so worthless."

This, made Valka frown, "Now, hold up, Bertha. Don't insult my son on my face. He has proven to be much more than just a boy who prefers reading than fighting."

"Rubbish!"

"Rubbish, is everything you have done to make Astrid believe she needs to please every single bravery wish from the village in order to gain your respect and appreciation." Valka spat back.

Bertha was taken aback by Valka's words and rose a brow, "What are yeh saying, woman?"

"What I'm saying, is that I don't know Astrid for long enough, but I have known you ever since we were children and I know you'd do anything just to get a good image for yourself. It was very clear to the entire village that Astrid lives to be appreciated by her mother and all the others from the very moment she stepped on Osch's ship this morning. Willing to give up her freedom in order to guarantee Berk's safety." As she talked, Valka slowly made her way toward the unconvincing widow. "These, are actions that blind you enough not to ever notice that this, has been consuming your own daughter's life. Let us all hope, that one day, you don't just wake up regretting the day you pushed your daughter hard enough to allow her life be swept from her."

Bertha was about to say something, but Valka furrowed her brows for a quick second, then relaxed her entire expression, her voice lowered and her shoulders relaxed as well, "You know what, I am glad my son is marrying her tomorrow. I am more than just happy to know she will have him a lot closer than ever before and you know why? Because I have seen how they relieve each other's burdens without hurting anyone. Also, that way she won't have to come every single day to a mother that always glances at her with disagreement flooding from her eyes."

"And just who are you to assume all that?" Bertha's tone was dead. But her expression remained humorless.

Valka sighed aloud, exasperated. "Listen, I want and am trying as hard as I can to be part of my son's life. And more than half of that life, involves Astrid. Which means I also should look forward into liking her. I want to figure out why did Stoick appreciate her as much as Hiccup babbles of every single day. She is the only thing he talks about when we are alone. She and Toothless. Not even his father had such a special part of him reserved. I must then understand that my son, is already a man who is just about to get married to someone completely opposite of him. That his bed, will now be occupied by someone else. I need to accept that. And I am trying to. Even If I do not deserve the tittle of a mother just yet. All I am saying, is based on what I've observed these past few months I've lived here. I might not talk so much throughout the day, but I am a very skilled observer. I've come to conclusions no one has ever thought of and yet, I always keep them to myself. Don't use the fact I haven't been on my son's life for twenty years against me, Bertha. Because being always on Astrid's spine, and causing her to make drastic choices that might either disturb you or please you, doesn't make you any better than I as a mother."

"Get. Out. Of. My. House. Valka." Bertha's words were paused. Stoned and dry. So was her glare. A little sharper, and Valka might even feel them harming her soul. But she was well satisfied with what she told Astid's mom. Bertha deserved to have someone that would slap some sense into her about how she's been indirectly treating Astrid.

It was all clear to Valka now. Nearly all Astrid did, from training, to making violent and puzzled decisions concerning the Hollibusian's visit, was all leaning to how deep down, she wanted her mother's eternal appreciation.

Without another word, Valka drew in a deep breath, bowed her head gracefully and turned on her heel. She grabbed the last bag from the way and closed the front door behind her. Hoping only that at least a small amount of what she had told the Great Swordfighter, would have stayed in her head and somehow serve for something positive in their nearby future.

But what Valka, Astrid and all the others didn't quite understand right now, was that Big Boobied Bertha's humor, was much more mysterious than they thought.


Midnight was probably passing by now. For the skies were as dark as the insides of a cave and only the a few stars stood out from the darkness. No moon was seen. At least not from Astrid's window view.

She had woken up just about ten minutes ago and still didn't dare to move from her bed to do other things. Except, undressing herself and slide a tunic on. This one was light blue, the fabric was very thin. Almost as thin as to allow her breasts be seen through it if she didn't wear her bands. And that was the thing, she wasn't wearing anything beneath the tunic.

Should she care? No.

She had brought a hand up to her eyes and rubbed her knuckles against them when she heard a sudden crack coming from her window.

When her head titled to the side, she found a lean figure trying to make itself inside, stretching a leg in first and then pushing itself in before falling on its butt on the floor.

The figure groaned in silence, then stood back up, rubbed on its buttocks and then leaned to glance down the window before pulling back, taking a grip on the courtains and pulling them to seal all possibilities of moonlight into the room.

The figure's steps made their way to the bed, where Astrid had now closed her eyes and simply stayed still. Faking her slumber as her bed was suddenly claimed by another body.

The smell of charcoal filled her lungs as soon as two cold lips crashed against the paleness of her temple. "I brought you some food." He whispered.

"How'd you know I wasn't sleeping?" She asked.

Hiccup chuckled, "If at this time of my life, I still don't know my lady's ways of fooling others, then I have grave problems."

Astrid couldn't help but to allow a small, weak smile form on her lips. Though she didn't say anything else. Just allowed the feeling of Hiccup's hand travel up and down her arm.

Glad that it was dark enough for him not to notice her lack of decent layer-wear, that she was numb enough not to even move from her spot at the very center of the bed, that she didn't need to wait until the next day's evening to see him...she felt glad.

"I thought I wouldn't see you until tomorrow." She mumbled.

"Yeah, well you aren't supposed to. I was hoping to do the same thing I've been doing for two months." He whispered.

"What is?" She asked.

"To find you deeply asleep." He responded.

"What do you do to a sleeping maiden?"

Hiccup released a soft laugh at her previous question. "Nothing. Just watch her sleep and caress her if I can."

Astrid's eyes opened once again. Trying to find at least a fraction of his expressions but she got nothing due to the darkness in her room. She then moved a little to the side, making some more place for him. Her hand soon took a gentle grip on his forearm and pulled him down to her. As if asking him to lay down. But he didn't quite seem to catch her message. Since Hiccup just slowly allowed himself to lower his head down to hers, draping the same arm she was holding over her and plant his lips on her glabella. Sliding down to her nose, until encountering her lips.

She pushed her lips against his own and then he brushed the whisper against her skin "Are you hungry?"

"Sleepy." She answered. With the same drowsiness of before but with a little of desire added to it. "Will you stay? Rest for a while."

"We have eternity to spend, resting together." He whispered back. Kissing her lips once more.

Astrid didn't answer to that. She knew he was right. She knew, that after the next day's sundown, she won't have anymore reasons to ask him to stay a while longer simply because she will have him resting by her side every single night life allows them to. Which was much more than what they could have ever asked. But, she also knew this was the last sleep she was allowed to have as a maiden, the very last night she will ever spend by herself.

Should she feel glad, or frightened?

She didn't know. And honestly, her mind was just too tired to think about such. All she wanted, for the moment, was to fall off to sleep in the arms of her beloved husband.

"How did things go with your mom?" He asked, still brushing his lips against hers before pulling back enough to lay beside her.

Astrid took in a deep breath and turned to throw an arm over his body, laying her head on his chest. Taking in a strong dose of recently burnt coal from his clothes. "Strange."

Hiccup rose a brow, "What do you mean?"

"She came in and said how she would never be eternally mad at me. Then sang Loo-lee-lai-lay."

Hiccup was taken aback once he heard her. "She blessed our marriage?"

Astrid blinked her eyes open once again and moved her head up to him, "You know about the lullaby?"

"Of course I do. My dad used to sing me to sleep with it when I was a kid."

"She said it was sung to daughters." Astrid recalled.

Hiccup chuckled, "Its a prayer. Astrid. There is no gender assigned when making prayers."

Astrid's brows relaxed at once and she moved her head on his chest to a more comfortable position. "Right..."

"Something tells me, that your chat with your mom was quite surprising."

"What makes you feel so sure about that?" She asked.

"Well, you aren't complaining about anything and you just said she blessed your future without someone having to tell her to." He explained.

Astrid smiled not really helping it. He really did know a lot about her and her relationship with her mother. Which was great considering now she wouldn't have to explain so much. "Well, it was surprising. But the good kind. Now I may think she actually wants me to have a choice."

"Still, I don't believe she's been quite honest with you lately." Hiccup said. His voice sounding a little deep.

"We've already discovered that, Hiccup."

"No." He chuckled "What I mean is that she has done everything in her power to keep you from knowing the truth all along."

"Care to explain yourself, please?"

Hiccup sighed aloud, "Today I went to Gothi's hut. Just to ask her if tomorrow we will have good weather for the wedding when I got curious into asking her for information about that Achlys fruits you took in the other day. The point is, she said she had something to tell me and mentioned that Bertha had forbid her words about the contract. That word got to her that you had fainted twice thanks to the Achlys and that she was never called to attend you simply because Bertha knew Gothi would tell us about my dad's doing. She said she knew the parchment wasn't destroyed and that it just needed to be found."

"And your point is?" Astrid rose a brow, starting to feel puzzled up.

"Don't you see it, Astrid? Bertha didn't want me to take you to Gothi because she knew Gothi would mention the contract in order to get you out of the arrangement with Billus."

He'd be probably right. Hiccup was sure of it. But Astrid couldn't find reasons to start another useless argument with her mother when things between them had resulted surprisingly smooth that day.

So she just sighed aloud and began to absently trace small shapes on his chest. "I don't expect less from my mother, Hiccup. She has always done everything in her power to get what she wants. But after what happened today, with her, I have no other desire than to forgive her."

Hiccup blinked in surprise. He had been hoping to hear and see some of Astrid's encouraging self soon enough, but he didn't really expect it to come from her mother who had resulted to play a huge part on their previous problems. How many other things did Bertha do in order to keep Osch interested in having Astrid as his son's wife?

No one knew. And up till now, the only thing they all had to do was to try and forget all those things in order to welcome their chief's new future alongside his new wife. Still, Hiccup couldn't help but to ask his bride, in a soft whisper, after kissing gently on her head, "May I ask, why have you forgiven her so easily and so soon?" He knew very well she had made the right choice. He'd personally encourage her to forgive Bertha if ever needed simply because she was Astrid's mother. But he still felt unbelievably curious to know Astrid's reasons to forgive Bertha in no less than a day.

Astrid delayed about four to six seconds in responding. She took in a deep breath and slowly let it go before moving to get comfortable closer against him and finally whispered, "Because she blessed our marriage."

Might not be a strong reason. Might not even be a reason at all. After the scare they had gone through? Nothing could mend the small damage already caused. But to hear such words from her own mother, only meant enough for Astrid to leave things as they were and simply take in her blessing.

Nothing, meant more to the young maiden than to have her own mother wish her good fortune and kindness in her marriage to Hiccup. Will this nice treatment ever last longer than hoped? She didn't know. And at the moment, she wasn't allowing such wonders occupy her mind. Bertha had finally accepted Astrid's marriage to Hiccup...that was what truly mattered to her. To know her mother won't just start verbally attacking Astrid and Hiccup's union for a while.

At least, she hoped.


Song used as The Famous Blessing Prayer Bertha sang in this chapter: "Sleepsong" by Secret Garden.