Heyo! So who's ready for the next chapter. I laughed a bit cause this one is cooking. We all know that Astrid is AWFUL at cooking based on the events from Snoggletog. So I decided if she was going to be a wife/future mom she had to learn to cook. Who better then Hiccup? Especially if it meant getting out of those disgusting meals.

Hope you guys like it!

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Day 21: Baking/Cooking

Hiccup's POV:

After months of fixing Berk from Drago's attack, everything was finally going perfect. I was doing well at being chief, Toothless was doing great as alpha, my mom was settling in, and the gang was doing great.

The best part actually was that Astrid and I were going to be married in a week.

I was hanging out with Snotlout and Fishlegs. Fishlegs asked, "Are you excited for the wedding?"

I nodded. "Yeah. It's hard to believe that for the rest of my life, I'll have Astrid as my wife."

"It's pretty hard to believe for the rest of us as well, Hic." Snotlout added.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah yeah we get it, I'm a fishbone."

"Always have been always will be." Snotlout laughed, "But hey, you are really smart. Now I have a new girl to pursue."

"Ruffnut?" I asked.

Snotlout nodded and Fishlegs growled, "She actually might like the smart, soft type."

"Have you met Ruff?" Snotlout said, "She's anything but soft. Trust me, in the end, she'll be a Jorgenson."

I sighed, "Can you two finish your debate later, maybe? I'm sure Ruff will choose whoever she wants. In the end, it'll be up to her, not you two."

Snotlout asked, "Hey don't you have to meet Astrid now for dinner?"

I groaned. I forgot that Astrid was making dinner for us at her house. Let's just say her cooking is terrible. It was a sacrifice I would have to make for marrying her though.

Fishlegs laughed at my face. "Her cooking not any better?"

"Let's just say I'd prefer Toothless's regurgitated fish then her cooking."

They both started laughing at me. I rolled my eyes at them, and continued walking. I could talk to them about it because nobody wants to suffer her wrath. Let's just say when Astrid tried sewing once, it ended horribly. Snotlout pointed it out, and he was limping with a black eye for two weeks.

(AFTER DINNER AT HOME)

I came home trying to hold in my stomach. Astrid's cooking still very much sucks.

Toothless's head perked up and my mom looked up from the table. Toothless bounded over and licked me.

I groaned, "Toothless not now. My stomach isn't feeling too good."

My mom laughed, "Another night at Astrid's?"

"Yeah. It's worth it for her." I said.

"Son, I don't know how much you can take before you hurl. You need to find a way to tell her."

I frowned. "I can't. Not just because I'm scared she'll hurt me, but I don't want to hurt her feelings. The wedding is next week. Everything is already ready. I don't want to take a chance on losing her."

"Then you need to find a way to tell her without hurting her." My mom smirked. "I'm sure you can do that while you tell me one of your other adventures tonight. What about the one with you being called a Dragon Conqueror by Alvin, or you saving Astrid from drowning."

I laughed and did what my mom asked. Ever since defeating Drago, I told her a story from my past adventure. It took my mind off my troubles and reminded me of the good kind of trouble.

Man I miss the days when we were young. When I finally showed them how dragons were friendly. Or how we defeated the Outcasts and Screaming Death. Even Viggo, Ryker, and the dragon hunters.

We were young then without worry. It was fun. I miss those times.

Going to sleep that night, I thought of ideas to help break the news. But I know my mom was right about two things. One: I couldn't take another meal. Two: I had to tell her gently.

Then I had a great idea.

(THE NEXT NIGHT)

I decided tonight after chiefing I would make something for Astrid. I wanted to show her how good my cooking was. Then tell her that I love cooking. Lastly, I'd suggest something that could go either way.

Astrid called out as I was cooking, "Hiccup? You in there?"

"Yeah in the kitchen," I replied.

Astrid entered looking like her beautiful self. I beamed and told her, "You look beautiful as usual milady."

"Why thank you my future husband." She said as she kissed my cheek. "What're we having tonight?"

"Steak with corn and a side of fish." I answered.

"Mmmmmm sounds and smells good. Who knew you could cook."

Okay here comes the next part. I said, "Yeah I actually used to have a secret obsession for it. Then after the Red Death I stopped. I actually really enjoy it now. It helps clear my head after a long day of being Chief."

Astrid stayed silent. I assumed she nodded her head because she came over and asked, "How is chiefing by the way?"

"Still the usual. Hard and requires a lot of patience." I said.

Astrid asked, "You need any help then? Maybe with the corn?"

I nodded. Cooking actually did take a lot of work. While Astrid did the corn, I helped add some special sauces. Then she helped with the steak by telling me which part was the fat. We helped cook for tonight and had lots of fun. We joked around and messed up on the fish so we had to redo it.

At the end of the cooking process, we sat down and got ready.

I took a deep breath and took a bite. It actually wasn't so terrible. I looked over at Astrid and saw she seemed to enjoy it as well.

"This is really good." Astrid stated.

I smiled. "I couldn't have done it without you."

Astrid suddenly asked, "How about when we're married we skip tradition."

"What do you mean?"

"Why don't we both cook. It's easier and quicker that way. Plus it helps you relieve stress!" Astrid said.

I sighed. "Wouldn't that be breaking the rules or whatever?"

"Since when have you cared for rules?" Astrid smirked.

I felt myself smile. This actually wasn't half bad, but I had to make sure. I took a bite of the corn, and surprisingly, it was good. Maybe my cooking would rub off on her as well in case some nights I couldn't.

I kissed her cheek. "Anything milady wants."