OK, so in this chapter Hiccup and Astrid overdo it a little too much on their final night of wedding celebrations thanks to Gobber, and I can honestly say I loved writing this! :p I have luckily never had the pleasure of being drunk, but my boyfriend, mum and dad all have at least once, and were more than willing to help me out with this chapter! It's mostly Hiccup that's really bad, and there are so sentences that he's hard to understand due to how slurred his speech is, but I hope you can read it. I wrote this whole chapter over a space of 4 nights after planning for internship during the day, so it was a miracle it got finished, but I hope you all like it! I never feel confident on a chapter, so I really hope this is funny! :) Hiccup is very OOC in this chapter, but when a character is drunk, you can get away with anything! :p
Just another note as well, many reviewers have been asking about storylines for when Siri is a teenager. Please, be patient! I have storylines for that age planned, but I'm following this story in order, so when these storylines are finished, it will move on to when Siri's 9 and so on. I WILL write these stories, but they are a long way away yet! I don't write these stories at random! Thanks!
On with the chapter!
Chapter 25 - Drunken Night
"You wanted to know what happened, sweetie?" Hiccup asked. Siri nodded. "Well, let's just say, it was a night that your mother and I were very keen to forget..."
"How bad was it?!" Siri exclaimed flabbergasted. Looking up at her parents embarrassed faces, she noticed her father awkwardly rub his neck as he looked at anything but her. Beside him, her mother's cheeks were beginning to develop a reddish tinge to them as Siri continued to gaze at them hopefully.
"Was it really that bad?" Siri asked in shock. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to if it was."
"It was worse for your father in terms of embarrassment," Astrid said quickly. "Whatever was in that drink of Gobber's hit him like a mace to the head, and by the end of the night...well..."
"I was out of it, to say the least," Hiccup confirmed with an embarrassed chuckle. "And acting like a complete idiot."
"Idiot doesn't cover it," Astrid mumbled. "A complete nutcase is further to the truth." Astrid looked down at her daughter with a small smile. "He was so drunk I'm surprised he remembered any of it. Yet here I was, trying to stop him from embarrassing himself all night, and I'm the one who didn't remember anything!"
Siri frowned in confusion. "I thought you were both drunk?"
"We were," Hiccup said. "It's just the stuff affected me quicker than it effected your mother. It didn't catch up with her until the next day."
"Urgh," Astrid groaned. "That was the sickest I'd ever been in my life." Looking up at Hiccup, she suddenly gave him a glare. "Yet you managed to wake up with nothing more than a splitting headache!" she exclaimed incredulously. "Yet I was sick for what, three days?"
"Three," Hiccup nodded, before he turned to Siri. "The first official day of our marriage was spent in bed looking after each other" he explained to her. "Let's just say, we never wanted to touch mead again after that night, it's a miracle we did. It's also a miracle your Uncle Gobber survived what he did to us."
"Why?" Siri asked. "Who was mad at him?"
"Who wasn't mad at him?" Hiccup chuckled. "But it was Grandma Valka. I may not have been outside much for 3 days, but I heard her that's for sure. I never knew someone so softly spoken had that in her. Or that she could use such a vivid choice of words, for that matter. Let's just say Gobber has never offered anyone a drink since then. He's petrified of your Grandmother."
"So..."Siri said slowly, "you and mummy got drunk because of Uncle Gobber, and you embarrassed yourself." She looked at Astrid. "But why did you want to forget the night, mummy?"
"I embarrassed myself by the end of the night, too," Astrid answered with a blush appearing on her cheeks. "Well apparently I did, I still don't remember much. The thing I wanted to forget is how sick I was afterwards. Your dad wanted to forget the whole night."
"Are you going to tell me?" Siri asked with pleading eyes. "I don't care how silly it is, but you're making me want to know!" she giggled.
Hiccup and Astrid sighed. "Alright, we will then," Hiccup relented. "Now, where to start..."
"No Gobber, we're not drinking that stuff!"
"Oh, come on. It's the last night of celebrations, have some fun already! You've drunk nothing more than your mug of honeyed mead the whole time."
"Yes, we have. We just haven't drunk a lot. We didn't want to end up like you were the first night."
"Ouch, that really hurt, Astrid."
Snorting loudly, Astrid looked up at Gobber with a determined look on her face. "The answer is no, Gobber," she said. "We know what your mead is like; we'd be out of it before the night is out."
"Just try a sip," Gobber protested, sitting down his heavy stein of mead in front of the newlyweds. Leaning over the table, Hiccup spied the contents; a dark golden yellow glinted from within the giant mug. He had to admit, it didn't look as disgusting as his usual concoctions.
Sighing, Hiccup relented. "Okay, one sip, Gobber". A broad smile flashed across Gobber's toothy maw as he handed the young Viking the wooden stein. Gulping then taking a breath, Hiccup slowly raised the vessel to his lips. He could see Astrid rolling her eyes at Gobber out the corner of his eyes. As the golden liquid touched his lips and quickly reached his throat; it was sweet, and bitter, and spicy all at once, not to mention much, much stronger than the mead common in the village. It's strength made him splutter, coughing up any mead that hadn't reached his belly.
"Told you not to drink it," Astrid said with an eye roll.
"No... it's fine," Hiccup spluttered. Coughing once more, Hiccup wiped the tears from his eyes from the unexpected coughing fit, before looking at his wife. "It's not that bad, actually" he admitted. "Just really strong is all."
"So...you're going to drink it?" Astrid asked incredulously.
"Might have a few, yeah," Hiccup said with a grin. "Gobber's right, we haven't drunk much anyway. A few won't hurt."
Astrid furrowed her eyebrows nervously. "Why do I get the feeling you're going to regret saying that?" she said worriedly.
Hiccup frowned. "Why would you?" he asked. "I rarely drink anyway, it's not like this is a common occurrence."
"True," Astrid said slowly, before she looked at the golden liquid in front of her. Giving a sigh, she looked up at the two men. "You're not going to leave me be until I drink it, will you?" she asked the older Viking.
Gobber grinned widely. "You won't regret it lass" he insisted. "Live a little!"
"Gobber, we're Vikings that ride dragons. It's hard for us to not live a little," Astrid replied in irritation before she picked up the mug in front of her. Taking a sip, she was taken aback by the strength and coughed a little - nowhere near as bad as her husband, mind. "Thor's beard, Gobber, how do you drink this stuff? It's as strong as Ruffnut's boot sweat!"
"Hey! I took my yearly bath, don't complain!" She heard over the hubbub in the great hall.
Knowing her friend was only joking, Astrid burst into fits of laughter before taking another sip of the mead. Coughing once more, she put it down, before looking at Gobber. "Seriously", she asked, "how do you drink this stuff?!"
"Eh, you get used to it," he grinned. Taking a sip from his own mug, he barely winced as the liquid went down his throat. "It's not that strong."
"Are you kidding?" Hiccup snorted. "My throat feels like it's on fire!"
"Yet you're still drinking it," Astrid said as she noticed him taking another sip.
"It's just one, Astrid," he said, before he suddenly jumped at the appearance of a curious looking Night Fury. Toothless smelled the mixture in his riders' mug curiously before going to take a sip himself.
"I wouldn't," Astrid warned him quickly, causing him to look up in alarm. "Unless you want to end up a drunk alpha."
Eyeing the liquid suspiciously now, Toothless gave his rider a strange look before wondering off to join Stormfly and Cloudjumper. Laughing at the dragons sudden change of mood, Hiccup went back to his mug of mead, only to splutter once more.
"Seriously, Gobber, you must have iron guts!" he said as tears filled his eyes from coughing. Looking over at Astrid, he looked at her in awe as she took a sip of her own without as much as a wince.
"What?" she said with a grin. "It's not my fault you have a weak tolerance."
"Hey!"
Shaking her head with a laugh, Astrid went back to her own drink. Despite the strong reactions from the two of them, it didn't take long to finish the mugs off, and once they did, they placed them back down in front of them.
What they didn't expect was for Gobber to replace it immediately.
"No, Gobber," Astrid protested quickly as he replaced her drink. "We've had one, we don't want anymore."
"Come on, it's not that bad," Gobber said with a chuckle. "You're alright at the moment aren't you?"
"Yeah," Astrid said slowly as she looked into her full mug. "But I've seen you with this stuff. You can be fine one minute and out of it the next."
"Well, it's not stopping Hiccup."
Looking around at Hiccup, Astrid saw her husband taking a sip of the second mug. Looking at him in shock, Astrid sighed and went back to her own drink, but only to appease Gobber. She knew Gobber wouldn't leave them alone until he was satisfied that they were having a good time. When they were done, they expected Gobber to finally let up. They couldn't have been more wrong. Instead, he just filled them back up, over and over again; every time it was empty he'd encourage them to have another. Not wanting to be rude though, the newlyweds just accepted the offer and kept drinking the mixture every time he placed another in front of them. After a couple of drinks, they no longer coughed and spluttered after every sip, and they began to feel relaxed and joined in with the talk and laughter at the table.
By the end of the night though, they'd experienced anything but a good time.
Several hours after their first mug of the mead, Astrid's vision became to swim in and out of focus as her head started to ache. She'd lost count of how much of the stuff she'd drunk, and her stomach felt as if it was churning. Looking at Hiccup beside her, she saw his eyes were out of focus as he held his head in his hands. Looking around the hall, Astrid spotted Valka nearby playing with the dragons and as she stood up, she felt her head spin. Leaning against the table, it passed as quickly as it came and she began to make her way over to the dragon woman, who looked up as she approached. She frowned.
"Astrid, are you alright dear? You look awfully pale," Valka said worriedly as she took note of the pale colouration on the young woman's cheeks. Placing a hand to the girl's forehead, she narrowed her eyes as she didn't feel any warmth present.
"I don't have a fever, Val," Astrid assured her. Holding a hand to her head, she let out a slight groan. "Although, I will have a splitting headache by morning thanks to Gobber's so called mead."
Valka's eyes widened in alarm. "Astrid" she said slowly. "How much of that have you had?"
Astrid frowned as she tried to recall just how she'd had. As she did, her head pounded and she closed her eyes. "Um...I'm not sure... I think I lost count after... 6?" she admitted.
"6!" Valka screeched. "That's twice the amount you should have in a lifetime, let alone one night!" She looked over at Gobber nearby, talking to a couple of other men before shaking her head. "I can't believe him!" Valka said furiously. "I told him not to force that stuff on others, yet he doesn't listen." She looked back at Astrid sympathetically. "That stuff shouldn't be drunk by Viking or dragon. It's awful. Has Hiccup had any?"
"He's had as much as me," Astrid said slowly.
Valka paled before looking over towards her son who was now on his feet and staggering across the Great Hall. "Oh, this isn't going to end well," she said with a nervous edge to her voice. "Hiccup drinks less than you; it's going to hit him hard." Watching as the young Chief ran into a pole in the middle of the room, she winced. "Scratch that, it has hit him hard," she said. "In more ways than one."
"I'm going to kill Gobber," Astrid growled as she watched her husband get back on his feet uneasily, before stumbling back a few steps as he did so. Grinning like a loon, Hiccup quickly put his arms up as people stared in him uneasily.
"I'm okay...I'm okay...didn't...hic...shee the pole," Hiccup slurred as he uneasily walked forward.
"Scratch that, Gobber's dead right now!" Astrid screeched angrily as she stormed over to the blacksmith who was watching Hiccup's antics with a bewildered look upon his face. Seeing Astrid storm over to him, with her eyes flashing dangerously, he gave her an awkward grin.
"Um, what happened to Hiccup?" he asked nervously.
"You're what's happened to him!" Astrid screamed. She winced a little as her head throbbed. "Thanks to your so called mead, my husband can't even walk straight!"
"I'll swim and sail on savaged seas
With ne'er fear of drowning!"
Astrid's eyes widened. "Oh please no," she groaned. As she turned around though, she saw her husband twirling around like an idiot in the middle of the Great Hall, singing for dancing and dreaming at the top of his lungs. His voice was slightly slurred, and was the worst sound the young woman had ever heard in her life. Now she saw where his opinion on his singing came into play. At this point in time, she would prefer Meatlug and Fishlegs singing.
Gobber chuckled sheepishly. "Seems like the lad may have had a little too much."
"YOU THINK?!"Astrid yelled angrily, before she yelled in pain at the throb in her own head.
"You have too, lass," Gobber noted with a sigh. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise you had drunk so much. Or you'd get affected this badly."
"Well, we did," Astrid said through gritted teeth.
"I'll try to calm him down for ya, Astrid. Maybe he should go sit down," Gobber offered.
"I think it's a bit late for that now, Gobber," Valka said in irritation. "Hiccup's beyond help tonight. He's past drunk." As if to back up his mother's words, Hiccup's singing suddenly got louder.
"My dearest one, my darling dear,
Your mighty words astound me.
But I've no need for mighty deeds,
When I feel your arms around me!"
Turning their attention back to the young man, both Valka and Astrid winced as they saw him dancing around with himself, linking arms with an imaginary partner. Red with embarrassment, Astrid looked up at her mother-in-law, looking mortified at the sight.
"I'm so sorry, Val," she said. "I never knew Hiccup would get this bad."
"It's not his fault," she sighed. "Too much of that stuff sends anyone crazy, except Gobber."
"But I'm fine," Astrid said with a frown. "I feel a little sick, but I'm not dancing around like a loon anyway."
"You might have a stronger tolerance," Valka explained gently. "But I think you'll feel it in the morning, trust me."
"I'm already feeling it, in more ways than I want," Astrid said, as she watched her husband's antics. Now going from dancing with an imaginary partner to a jig, Hiccup was dancing around the entire length of the Great Hall, only narrowly avoiding hitting into Vikings and dragons alike. Not only that, but his voice was also getting louder, more obnoxious and less audible as he continued his drunken performance.
"To lurve... An' kiss, an sweetly hooold... For the dancing an tha dreamin... Through life's sorrows an delights...I'll keeeep yoooo luuuuuurve inshiiiiide meeeeeeeee!"
"Hey Astrid, what in the name of Thor is up with Hiccup?!" Mulch yelled, as he swiftly stepped aside to avoid being knocked over by the intoxicated young man.
"Ask him!" Astrid hissed angrily as she pointed her finger at Gobber, who chuckled sheepishly.
Almost everyone in the Great Hall groaned in unison as they suddenly realised what was going on. Gobber and his mead was well known for situations like this.
"GOBBER!"
"What were you thinkin'!"
"You've gotten the lad worse than drunk!"
"Oh come on, he's not that bad!" Gobber protested. He looked out at the young Chief as he was flailing his arms around like a madman, amidst a fit of giggles. Wincing, Gobber turned back to the infuriated group of Vikings. "Okay, he's out of it, I'll admit it."
Astrid turned away from the scene with a drawn out groan. Looking up at Valka, she gave her a pleading look. "Can you help me get him home?" she asked. "He can't keep going like this."As Valka opened her mouth to answer though, they were interrupted by the sound of Ruffnut screaming at the top of her lungs.
"ASTRID! GET YOUR HUSBAND OFF OF ME!"
Face paling whiter than it already was, Astrid wheeled around, only to see Hiccup, first leaning in close to Ruffnut's face, then as he fell to the ground in a heap as Ruffnut shoved him bodily, a look spreading across her face as if a dragons' stable hadn't been cleaned in a month. Standing up, she wiped her face with her hands and flicked them off to the side; "Ugh, that's disgusting" she uttered.
Looking around in confusion, Hiccup blinked a few times before realising that the woman he had just kissed was definitely not Astrid. Blanching, he quickly looked around and spotted his shell shocked wife standing nearby, a look of disbelief upon her face. Blushing furiously, he quickly staggered over to her and flung his arms around her.
"I...I'm so sawry, A...Ashrid, I...I fought it was yooo," he slurred. "I...I never meant to kiss...Ruffnut. I don't even li...like Ruffnut...in that way."
"It's alright babe, it's not your fault," Astrid said gently as she tried not to laugh. Nothing about this situation was funny, yet she was holding back a laugh anyway. "I think you've had enough to drink though, come on let's go home."
"Why...Why would I wansts to go home?" he asked in confusion as his eyes glazed over. "I thought we were havin' fun. We're married now Astrid!" His eyes widened in horror. "We...we are married right?" he asked worriedly.
Astrid sighed, but gave him a gentle smile anyway as she replied, "Yes Hic, we're married now, don't look so worried."
"Th...Thank Gods," he said cheerfully before he leant in to kiss Astrid. Smelling heavily of mead, and being drunker than she'd ever seen him though, Astrid instinctively pushed him away as the room began to swim around her. Staggering back a little, Valka quickly caught her under her arms as Hiccup staggered into Toothless, who had come to his rider's aid. Looking at his friend in concern, Toothless watched in alarm as Hiccup grinned at him, unable to stand up straight.
"Ha...Hey bud, you...you wanna go for a ride?" he asked through a fit of giggles. Trying to hurl himself up on the Night Fury though, the dragon quickly raced away in a panic to evade the inebriated young man, causing Hiccup to land in a heap on the floor.
"At least someone has some sense," Astrid said as she straightened herself up again, despite the giddiness engulfing her.
"Maybe we should get him home before things get any worse," Valka quickly said. As she went to walk over to her son though, he was back on his feet and heading towards a bright purple Terrible Terror in the middle of the room.
"Ha...Hey little buddy," he giggled. "You wanna go for a ride?"
"He wouldn't," Astrid said aghast.
Stooping, Hiccup began to sit down on the tiny dragon.
"He would," Valka said, her eyes widening in horror.
Grabbing the wings like handlebars, Hiccup sat heavily upon the tiny dragon, and held his arms up. "Let's go little buddy!"
Growling in annoyance though, the tiny Terror wriggled its way free and darted straight for the drunk Vikings' nose, latching on with a defiant chomp. Yelling in pain, Hiccup quickly got up and began tearing his way through the hall, trying to get the little dragon off his nose. Watching the scene unfold, Snotlout, Ruffnut and Tuffnut guffawed with laughter as they watched their leader running around the hall, with a terror attached to his nose and not letting go.
"Now he knows how we feel when they do it to us!" Snotlout exclaimed as he doubled over with laughter.
"Keep running around Chief, that's the way!" Tuffnut interjected with a grin.
"Dragons, 1, Hiccup, 0! Never thought I'd see the day!" Ruffnut laughed uproariously.
"Not the time guys!" Astrid said angrily. "Hiccup could get hurt!"
"It'll let go," Tuffnut sniggered. "As long as he stops running around like an idiot."
Just as the words left Tuffnut's mouth though, Hiccup, unable to see where he was going, suddenly ran into the high table, and fell backwards.
"Ow," was all they heard.
"That'll do it," Snotlout snorted.
Sprawled out his back, the tiny dragon finally let go of the young man's nose and flew off with an unmistakeable growl. Hiccup groaned from his place on the floor, and made no move to get up.
"That's it, I'm taking him home," Astrid said in irritation. Stepping forward though, she was suddenly overcome with dizziness and felt her vision swim before her eyes. Reaching out for Valka's arm, she held a hand to her head and groaned.
"Are you alright, dear?" she heard Valka ask worriedly as she gripped the girl's arm tightly. Valka's voice sounded like an awfully long way off, Astrid thought. Overcome with confusion, Astrid walked forward to collect her husband from the floor, when she suddenly collided with something. Falling backwards onto the floor, she blinked to clear her vision to find it was the same pole Hiccup had been running into most of the night. Staggering back to her feet, she leant against the pole, and suddenly felt a pain shoot through her head, and a churning feeling in her guts.
"Astrid? Astrid, dear can you hear me?" she heard her mother ask. When she didn't answer her, she heard her father say worriedly, "I think the mead has hit."
Feeling an arm being placed around her shoulders, Astrid's head began to clear a little so she could notice her mother's worried expression. About to say she was fine, Astrid suddenly became nauseous and as she felt her body heave, suddenly became sick in front of everyone present.
"Oh boy, we better get you and Hiccup home," Valka said gently. "You two need to go to bed, not be here that's for sure."
"No complaints here," Astrid moaned as she leant against her mother's shoulder. "I feel like I'm in hel."
Ansfrida chuckled gently. "That's what happens when you drink too much of Gobber's mead, dear," she said. "Now let's get you home."
"But...But I need to clean that up," Astrid said weakly, talking about her accident just moments before.
"Oh no, you're not," Valka said sternly. "You're going home, someone else can do it." Walking over to her son, still lying on his back on the floor, she bent down and she and Amund gently heaved him up. He was half asleep and limp, lightly drooling out of the corner of his lolling head. He mumbled broken and incoherent thoughts as he was carried along by his mother and father-in-law. Toothless quickly raced over to his rambling rider and placed his head against his side in order for him to lean against him, looking at the others in shock. He had never seen his rider this bad before, and he was concerned for his friend as he trudged on with help from his dragon, father-in-law and mother.
"W...Where are we goin', mum?" Hiccup slurred as he leant against her shoulder heavily.
"I'm taking you home, son," Valka said gently. "You're drunk. You need sleep."
"No...No...I'm al...alright," he protested feebly.
"Sure you are, dear," Valka said as she, Amund and Toothless tried to help him down the numerous number of steps outside the Great Hall. Beside him, Astrid looked over to him from her mother's arms.
"Is he okay?" she asked worriedly.
"He'll have a rather large hangover, but he'll be fine," Amund said with a slight chuckle. "I trust you will too, sweetie."
"I'm already feeling it dad, no worries there," she muttered, as she staggered along. It took a long time to get the both of them both home, but once they did, Valka and Ansfrida took them inside, before getting them settled. Hiccup was unconscious before they put him to bed and Astrid not far off it.
"Valka," she said as she slipped quickly into unconsciousness.
"Yes, dear?"
"Do me a favour and kill Gobber for me," she said, before she closed her eyes and thought no more.
Pounding. That's all Hiccup felt when he woke up the following morning. Slowly opening his eyes, his attention went straight to the throbbing pain in his temples, as well as his extremely dry mouth. Moving to sit up, he hissed in pain, as even the slightest movement irritated his already pounding head. Hearing a loud shout outside the house, he winced and held a hand to his head, emitting a loud groan. What in the name of Thor had he done to deserve this sort of torture? Squeezing his eyes shut, he tensed as he heard the same yell occur outside the house. Frowning, Hiccup listened closer and heard his mother's voice. He opened his eyes in shock. In the 3 months since his mother had been in his life, he'd never heard her raise her voice above a gentle yell, but this was something else entirely. It was a screaming yell. But who was it directed at? Hiccup didn't have to wait long to find out. Despite the fact his and Astrid's house was situated away from the bustle of the village, Valka's voice could still clearly heard.
"YOU THINK THEY'LL BE FINE?!" she was yelling, her voice raising a few octaves as she screamed. "NOT ONLY DID YOU MAKE THEM SERIOUSLY ILL AND DRUNKER THAN I'D SEEN ANYONE, BUT YOU RUINED THEIR FINAL WEDDING CELEBRATIONS! YOU'VE DONE SOME SILLY THINGS IN YOUR TIME GOBBER, BUT THIS IS THE WORST!"
Frowning in confusion, Hiccup tried to figure out what his mother was talking about. Looking over to his wife, he noticed that she was still in her outfit from the night before, with a pale complexion that could rival the whitest of snow. Her hair was askew and her mouth was open, with a pool of drool gathering on her pillow, dead to the world. As he watched her, a sudden flash of memories danced through his brain.
Then he remembered.
"Oh gods!" he moaned as he fell back on the bed, burying his aching head into the pillows. Had he really done all that? What in Thor's name had he been thinking?! Thinking back to the previous night, he had flashes out of the things he'd done. Dancing like an idiot, kissing Ruffnut, trying to ride a Terrible Terror, as well as running into a pole! He was never going to let down for this. He wouldn't be surprised that his wife would never let him down for it either once she woke up. She'd tried all night to stop him from what he recalled.
Hearing a loud groan from beside him, Hiccup turned to look at his wife as she slowly opened her eyes. Blinking several times, she looked at Hiccup in confusion as she noticed he was still dressed in his formal gear. Then she felt the pounding in her own head. Moaning loudly, she held her head with a wince, making Hiccup chuckle slightly.
"Morning, milady, how are you feeling?" he asked.
"Like Thor himself is hammering Mjolnir into my head," she hissed painfully. She looked up at him, her face paler than Hiccup had ever seen it. "What happened?" she asked slowly.
Hiccup grinned widely. "Oh come on, Astrid, don't pretend not to know for my sake. I know I'm going to be the talk of the village."
Looking at him in confusion, Astrid went to ask what he meant when a sudden wave of nausea rolled through her stomach. Clapping a hand to her mouth, she quickly leant over the bed and emptied the contents of her stomach into a bucket beside the bed. Hiccup winced as he heard her retching loudly, and he carefully pulled her hair back out of the way to avoid any mess. As she finished, she groaned loudly as she resurfaced, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes full of tears. Her face was even paler than it had been before she'd been sick, and she was sweating.
"Oh, looks like you're more hung-over than me," Hiccup sympathised. "Yet I drank more than you I think."
She looked at him again with the same bewildered look. "What are you talking about?" she asked again.
Hiccup sighed. "Astrid, you don't need to keep pretending you don't know. I remember it all, so you can't hide it."
"Seriously, Hiccup, what are you talking about?!" Astrid exclaimed in irritation. "The last thing I remember of last night is accepting Gobber's drink. Are you saying we got drunk off one?"
Hiccup frowned. "Uh, Astrid... you don't remember anything? At all?"
Astrid's eyes narrowed. "No...the last thing I remember is drinking Gobber's mead" she admit. Her eyes widened in horror. "What did I do?!" she asked in a panic.
"It isn't what you did," Hiccup said quickly. His face turned bright red. "It's what I did." He looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Are you saying you really don't remember anything?" he asked incredulously.
"My head hurts too much to remember anything," she said with a groan, before she paled once more and reached for the bucket again. When she resurfaced, she gave a long drawn out whine and laid her head on Hiccup's chest. "Do me a favour and kill me now, Hiccup," she groaned. "I feel like death. My head feels like it's about to burst, I feel like crap, and my stomach feels as if someone's squeezing at my insides."
Hiccup looked at sympathetically. "My head feels the same, Astrid. But not the rest," he said quietly. He winced as his head throbbed once more. "I have a feeling the mead affected you worse than me."
"I hate you," Astrid said weakly, as she buried her pounding head into her husband's chest.
Hiccup chuckled gently. "Don't hate me, hate Gobber. He gave you the stuff." Hiccup snorted as she recalled Astrid's threat to him last night. "Although you did threaten him more than once last night as far as I remember."
"That sounds like me," Astrid said quietly. She groaned once more as her head pounded again. Then she had a small flash of the previous night, and she moaned. "Oh gods, I threw up in front of everyone," she said mortified as she lifted her head up to look at Hiccup. "How much of that stuff did I have?"
"A lot," Hiccup confirmed. She groaned. "But that was nothing compared to me. You spent half the night trying to help me, despite the fact I was a lost cause already."
When she looked at him questioningly, Hiccup sighed and began to recall the events of the past night as he remembered them. As he talked, his face burned bright red, and he looked at anything, but Astrid's eyes. Despite feeling the way she did, Astrid listened and at the end was unable to stop a fit of giggles from emitting from her mouth.
Hiccup frowned. "You didn't think it was funny last night," he said.
Astrid stopped laughing, and gave him a reassured smile. "I'm sure I didn't, but I promise I won't tease you about it. Besides", she said with a shudder, "at least you didn't throw up in front of everyone." As she said though, she suddenly leant over once more with her head in a bucket. As she resurfaced, she was breathing heavily and her forehead glistening with sweat. Burying her pale face in her hands, she moaned. "Oh gods, kill me now. I've never felt so sick in my life."
"I'm going to Lagetha," Hiccup groaned as he slowly got up off the bed. Turning back to caress his wife's cheek, he squeezed his eyes shut as the sunlight irritated his eyes. "She'll have something for us, I hope."
"I'll be here dying," Astrid replied feebly, as she buried her head in the pillows.
Hiccup chucked gently. "Please don't, milady. I don't want to imagine my life without you."
Astrid waved her arm at him without looking up. "Just go," she said, her voice muffled in the pillows.
Holding his hand firmly to his head, Hiccup staggered downstairs to go into the village. Toothless was downstairs and as he noticed his rider, he went over to him and gently nuzzled up to him. Smiling down at his dragon, Hiccup gently patted his head. "I'm fine bud," he said as he noticed the Night Fury's worried look. "Just a pounding head is all."
Walking over to the door, Hiccup went to open it, only for it to open before his hand reached the handle, and his mother walked in with the healer, Lagetha. Seeing Hiccup in front of them, they staggered back in shock.
"Hiccup!" Valka exclaimed in shock. "I never thought I'd see you surfaced so early! How are you feeling?" Reaching up to stroke her sons cheek, Hiccup gave her a warm smile.
"Other than my head feeling as if it has a horde of angry wasps rattling around in my brain, I'm fine, surprisingly enough," Hiccup replied with a wince.
"And...do you-?"
"Remember everything?" Hiccup asked. He sighed. "Yes I do in fact. Every embarrassing moment." He looked up towards his bedroom. "But Astrid doesn't remember a thing though, and she said she feels like death." He looked at his mother worriedly. "Is that normal?"
"For Gobber's mead?" Lagetha quickly interjected. She chuckled. "Yes it is. I'll go up and see her now." As she said that, she quickly went upstairs to tend to Astrid, and a few moments later, Valka and Hiccup joined her, so that Hiccup could get some headache herbs from the healer himself. There wasn't much the healer could do for a hangover like Astrid's though, so she gave her some herbs and an order of bed rest, before leaving with Valka trailing behind.
Snuggling under the covers once more, Astrid looked up at Hiccup who was stroking her hair lovingly from above her. Giving him a smile, she held his hand tightly in her own. "I'm sorry you have to spend our first official day as husband and wife taking care of me," she said sheepishly.
Lifting the hand enclosed in his own to his lips, Hiccup gave her a tender smile. "It's the least I can do for you trying to stop me from being an idiot last night. That has to be the most embarrassing thing I've ever done-"
"Hiccup?" Astrid interrupted.
"Yeah?"
"When we get over this, let's never speak of this again." Astrid groaned as she felt the pain in her head again. "I don't know about you, but I never want to think of this again."
"Deal."
Siri laughed uproariously as her parents finished their story, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to contain her laughter. Hiccup and Astrid looked at each with bright red faces as their daughter laughed uncontrollably. Finally after a few moments, the girl finally calmed down, and looked at her parents.
"Why were you so embarrassed to tell me that, daddy?" the little girl asked. "It wasn't that bad." She suddenly grinned. "You rode a Terrible Terror!" she giggled loudly.
"I didn't ride one, I tried to ride one," Hiccup corrected her with a groan. "The poor thing wouldn't come near me afterwards either." He rubbed his nose as he remembered the incident. "Then again, the little bugger did attack me, but I can't really blame it."
"I wish I remembered that bit out of all of it," Astrid giggled. Siri looked up at her mother in shock.
"You really don't remember any of it?" she asked. "After 10 years?"
"A few flashes then and there, but nothing," Astrid said. "All I know is what I was told." She suddenly frowned as she turned her attention to Hiccup. "Come to think of it, Ruffnut never mentioned that you tried to kiss her."
Hiccup shuddered. "Please don't remind me," he said quietly. "Even in my drunk state, I can't believe I mistook her for you." He frowned. "But honestly, she was as sick as you were afterwards so she probably doesn't remember."
Astrid reached up to cup Hiccup's cheek in her hand with a warm smile. "You were drunk, Hiccup, you didn't mean it," she said tenderly. "Besides, I think most people were drunk the following day, so not a lot of people would have remembered it anyway."
"Thank gods," he mumbled, before taking a hand on his wife's hand on his cheek and kissing it. "But seriously, that was the most embarrassing night of my life. It's no wonder neither of us drink very often anymore."
"I never wanted to drink again," Astrid said truthfully. She sighed. "And by the time I was ready, I couldn't anyway." She suddenly beamed as she remembered the reason why.
"Why couldn't you, mummy?" Siri asked.
Astrid looked at Hiccup with a tender smile, which he returned before she looked down at her daughter. "I was pregnant with you," she said with a warm smile.
That wasn't exactly a cliffhanger, but I'm still leaving you hanging for those final flashback chapters there, sorry! But anyway, I hope you liked that chapter and that it turned out alright. I've been so busy all week, and I tried to write it as best as I can.
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