Her People

Oh...Astrid could tell, how strange it must be feeling for her new friends to be on Hranafall. After all...there were quite a few differences. Between their traditions and customs and that the Hunter Tribe clearly wouldn't put up with the twin's pranks and jokes, like the Hooligan Tribe was doing it. That her people were quite wary around new people and situations and therefore eyed the Dragon Riders closely, before they were coming closer and closer to them, to engage them into some conversations, being far interested and curious about the life on Berk. And their dragons and what it must be like to fly on them.

And then...there was of course the way the 'common' people – as Ingunn had called them – treated people of wealth and status – like they were currently considered. That the Great Hall would be guarded in every corner by men in heavy armor and heavy weapons. That everybody, who wanted to enter and to leave was to be asked, where they were coming from, what they intentions were, or if they were even invited. Because not everybody was allowed to be there in the first place.

Maybe she should have told the gang, that there were a few servants, who would refuse to look them in the eye out of fear they might break an unspoken rule. Or that they would always hurry to make sure, that their tankards were filled and that they would always find food on their plates.

That...they especially treated Chiefs and their family as if they were made out of gold and silk and that they were not to touch, unless it was absolutely necessary. Bowing after every shared word, trying to read every word off of their lips and would try to do everything to please them.

And though Hiccup clearly seemed to fight with the effects of the yaknog, he was very aware of it and Astrid could tell, that he felt quite awkward, to be treated like that. When he wasn't busy to sit upright and to not start to babble something unusual and drunk, whenever he opened his mouth. And she felt a little sorry for that...

But sometimes he would even try to engage them in a conversation. Just small things, about their daily life on Hranafall and if they liked the food they were serving as well, or if they were always working as servants. Just small things, that wouldn't give away his current state, or irritate those poor people too much. But mostly he was disappointed by their cautious answers, which mostly were revolving around one or three words.

Sure...she had grown up this way, knowing, that there always was a difference between herself, as the heir of their chief, and everybody else. Knowing, that if she wanted something – like a freshly baked bread for dinner, a new axe because the handling of the old one was not working for her anymore, or something new to read, because she went through the old books – she only had to ask them and they would do everything to fulfill her these wishes. And she had liked this attention, because she never had to wait and it had made her more relaxed to know, that she still had a certain power over them, despite knowing, that they had laughed about her stupid 'Dragons being friendly'-thoughts.

But on Berk it was different. Very different, but not a bad way of different.

But she liked it to see, that on Berk everybody was equal. That they were also criticizing the chiefing methods in hope for a better outcome for their tribe. And he would accept it. Listen to everybody, to know, what could be changed. That they genuinely liked Hiccup, because he was grounded, treated them with respect and liked to be a part of them. Of his tribe, he was shaping with them together. And they have approached her in the same way and it made her feel welcomed. Not utterly special, despite being their chieftess. But special enough, like she had always been one of them. Like she had always been at home on Berk...

Strangely enough, the only one, who really seemed to enjoy this special attention, was Snotlout, who was telling her people the wildest stories of the years they had been living alone on the Edge and far away from Berk. And they listened, amazed, that such fine people would be such excellent fighters and adventurers. Their other friends were a little irritated by the big amount of attention they were getting – especially Ruffnut, who had a young man walking around her with a lute in his hand – and Astrid knew and feared the exact reason of it.

And yet...not everybody from her tribe seemed to be into it completely – that strange pretentious game they were putting up for them. There were some of her past suitors and a few other still watching them carefully – especially Hiccup. With some envy and fury in their eyes. Astrid wondered, if they have heard the things Ljóda has screamed at them, since their conversation hadn't been the most quiet one. Or if they still hoped – just as Ingunn has stated – that there still was some hope left for them, for her to return to Hranafall and to choose them instead. But then...why were also a few women among them, who were eyeing Hiccup just with the same reluctance...she couldn't quite understand.

"Chief and Chieftess Haddock...", one of the servants then asked again, bowing deeply in front of their table, on which they were sitting by "..., Lady Ingunn asked, if the tables should be emptied and if we should proceed to clean the dishes."

Hiccup looked at the young woman by his side with raised eyebrows. She immediately understood the way he looked at her, since on Berk they had food the whole night and whenever one would get hungry again, he just would return eating.

"Shouldn't you ask, if everybody is full?" The young chief by her side asked with some irritation in his voice, while he desperately tried to sound as sober as possible. Still, she could notice that slight edge of drunkenness in his voice, though the servants didn't seem to notice at all. Or were used to it, since most of the men on Hranafall liked to drink much during celebrations and so it wasn't completely knew for them.

"If everybody is...full?" The poor servant asked in confusion about that, but then bowed deeply once more. "...Sure, Chief Hiccup Haddock, fine lord of Berk. I will tell that the other servants as well and return later to clean up." But before Hiccup could have asked the young man something again, he was gone. Therefore the young Dragon Rider turned towards her and though the lighting of the candles wasn't the best in the Great Hall, she clearly could see his glassy eyes and slightly flushed cheeks. And were there...a few drops of sweat on his forehead?

Astrid closed her eyes on concern for a moment and reached with her hand for his, that laid on the armrest of the chair and laced her fingers with his. She heard him sigh in relief for that and it nearly broke her heart to see, that he desperately tried to hold on as long as possible for her.

"There is..." Hiccup mumbled, his voice heavy and his hand hot in hers "..., definitely some difference between our tribes...yes? Or am I already...hal...hallucinating...?" he murmured.

"There is...yes..." She answered with in somber tone. "I should have informed you, that things work here on Hranafall a little differently. Like...do you see him?" She pointed towards a young, brown-haired man, who was still playing a lute and sang a different variance of songs, walking every now and then around Ruffnut, who did not seem to know, if she enjoyed it, or not. And if she should punsh him for that...

"Yeah...what is up with that?"

"He is trying to idolize her and impress her to get her hand in marriage. He seems to be quite fond of her."

"So...you want me to sing for you as well?" Hiccup said with a cheeky smile and wiggled his eyebrows at her, which made Astrid roll her eyes. It certainly would be much easier, if he hadn't drunk the yaknog. "I could sing tons of songs for you..."

"I don't need you to sing anything for me...And that is not want I intended to tell you. But it is custom here, to impress the women – with presents, to write her poems or to built her a house and-"

"That is some work there..."

"That is not even the hardest part. When the man is sure, that the woman is actually falling for him, he needs first to ask the head of the family, that is to stay with the woman, for her hand – in this case it would be Tuffnut, since he is her only male relative on this island, that is currently available to ask. And if he accepts, he is about to ask the girl's tribe's chief."

"So me. And if i decline him Ruffnut's hand in marriage?"

"Then there is no marriage. The same is, if Tuff would say no to this as well. So the poor guy either needs to impress the family or the chief more, or he needs to to find him another woman to marry..."

"That is kinda harsh, you know – not I want to insult your traditions...it is just..."

Astrid smiled warmly about that, understanding him very well.

"That if the Gods decided to, you are not allowed to marry the girl you love?"

"Yeah...Exactly that! I am quite thankful, that things on Berk work differently!"

"That is true..." Astrid said with a quiet sigh, her eyes resting for a moment on Ruffnut and her new suitor. "..., but you need to remember - my tribe is called 'Hunter Tribe' for a reason. It was the topmost priority of a married couple to have strong children, who protect the village from intruders and dragons, once they have grown up. Especially the later one. So – yeah – it was nice for my people, if they were happy enough, to marry somebody the liked, but for the chief it counted more, if they would get strong offspring from this connection."

Only one of his eyebrows raised now and his look towards her intensified, making her a little restless in her own chair, blurting out a little 'What?!' at that intense eye contact.

"And what about you? I...I thought you were allowed to choose yourself a husband. I mean – sure – your father and the chief are the same person, which might make this step a little easier...but still...under these conditions it should be hard to impress you and your father."

Astrid smiled shyly about that, before she averted her eyes from him for a moment.

"Oh...before this-" she lifted her hand, that held her wedding ring on her ring finger "-I definitely was allowed to choose. Whenever one of them came up to my father to ask for my hand, I would knew about it. I mean – they were most of the time bragging about it in the whole village, that they would be betrothed with the chief's daughter by the end of the day. Or I noticed, that they gave me some special attention, only to impress me. And I told my father to decline them every time. Sure – the attention they gave me was nice. And their presents. That doesn't mean, that I had developed any redeemable feelings for them. Or that I would want them as my husband. So...if the right one had come up, I would have told father to accept it. But instead I was shipped of to another island and tribe, to marry their chief. And that lovable dork was lucky enough to marry me without the permission of my father... Well...kind of..."

"You said lovable and referred it to me...I am flattered now.." He said, bowing a little about that, while still seated.

"But..." She then said, stopping his euphoria for a moment "..., I believe now, that he would have called off the wedding, if he hadn't been sure about us a hundred percent. And I am by now glad, that he didn't..."

"Because he had seen a lovable dork in me?" Hiccup asked and Astrid knew, that there was the alcohol speaking out if him, since he would have answered something more meaningful than that. Which doesn't mean, that their whole conversation was any less meaningful...

"Yeah...that..." She said and rolled her eyes. "That and everything else..."

"Oh Astrid, you really know, how to flatter a man. But tell me..." He asked and leaned in a little more. "...how many requests for your hand did your father decline? I am a little curious there..."

She blushed a little about that and leaned even more against her chair, trying to crawl into it. She didn't want Hiccup to know that, for it felt a little strange to tell him that. Especially when she considered, that they all did not seem to be over her at all, guessing by the looks they were still giving her. And that a few of them asked her father to marry her more than once. Or even more than five times...

"Okay – let me guess..." He then said, interrupting the silence around them "Seeing, that there are currently 25 men looking at me, as if they were about to kill me and each of them would probably try at least two times, there must be at least 50 attempts from their side. But seeing that you are the beautiful, strong and hot daughter of their chief – which would sooner or later make them chief as well – I would increase this number and say about 80 as my final result. In the past two years..."

Urgh...though Astrid really admired his smart brain, it felt in this case quite annoying, that he could be so accurate about it. And seeing his smug grin about it, knowing that he was right, she would love to give him a punch once again.

"And I am the lucky one, who got to marry you..."

"Lucky and dead, if you not wipe that smug smile off your lips soon."

"I know, that this is just your way to tell me you ...like....me. And I-"

Hiccup couldn't continue, since the man, who had previously wooed Ruffnut, had suddenly stepped right in front of their table, holding onto his lute tightly and with a nervous glance on his face.

"Dearest Chief Hiccup of the mighty Hooligan tribe..." He said with a deep bow and Astrid exactly knew what was coming. It made her hold her breath tightly in her throat and with her free hand she clawed the armrest of the chair, her eyes widening. "...seeing, that I already have the acceptance from her brother, I would also like to ask you for Ruffnut Thorston's hand in marriage. I provide her with everything she needs to have a long and fulfilled life. I have a large house and two servants and she will bear healthy and strong children from me."

"Oh sweet Thor..." Astrid mumbled under her breath, reaching for her temple to massage it. Of all things, that could have happened – this certainly was the most unexpected. Well...she had been watching them for quite some time now, but she had never guessed, that he would have actually the guts, to ask them for Ruffnut's hand. But when she saw Tuffnut, who held both his thumps up in triumph, while their other friends seemed to be in deep disbelieve about it. Especially Ruffnut herself, who even was too paralyzed to hit her twin brother for that.

"Ehr..." came it from Hiccup's lips, not quite sure what to say from that, before he lifted one finger in front of himself, to indicate, that the young man should be waiting for a short amount of time "...to fully understand your ways and traditions, I shall consult my wife. Just...one minute..."

With that he pulled Astrid to her feet and a little away from the man and the small crowd that had started to gather around them in anticipation for an answer.

"Can I just say, that I don't want him to marry her? Do I insult him and your whole tribe with that? Do I need to explain, on why Ruffnut should choose herself a man?"

"Hiccup..." Astrid sighed with a smile and reached with her hands for his chest, laying her pals there to steady him a little, since he seemed to be a little bit wobbly on his legs. "...calm down...no need to worry. You won't insult him, or my people. Berk has different traditions and that's it. Everybody is aware of that...Tell him that and he will understand..."

"It is...that easy...?"

"He will get over it...I know him. He is mostly interested in Ruffnut, because she is from another tribe. That makes her special. It would heighten his status even more, if he had a wife of high status, who rides dragons and who is not even from this island. And it is also easy for him, to get past my father to ask him for a woman's hand from this island. Because she belongs to your people..."

Now it was him, who sighed.

"You are right..."

"Oh, of course I am. Don't forget – I am your wife, after all."

Hiccup chuckled, reaching for one of her hands, moving it towards his lips to softly kiss her knuckles.

"Oh..., how could I forget that?"

With that he walked on his shaky legs back towards the table, holding onto the back of the chair to steady himself.

"I am sorry...to inform you..." Hiccup said „..., but I will not give Ruffnut's hand to you in marriage. On Berk, we handle things a little differently, for our people equally decide, if they want to marry each other. If Ruffnut wants to marry you in her own free will-" Astrid could clearly see the glare in Tuffnut's direction and she needed to hold back a chuckle for that "-then I will let you do it without anyone's permission. She should choose herself the husband she... loves..."

The young man in front of them sulked a little about that, but nodded eventually and stepped away from the table with a bow. But instead of going back towards the female Thorston twin to ask her himself, he walked straight towards the barrels with mead, to drown his sorrow in it.

"Good job, chief..." Astrid whispered, before she furrowed her forehead in worry, as she looked into Hiccup's pale face. "...and now to you...let's get out of here. You clearly did not stomach the yaknog and should get some sleep. We have been here long enough..."

"Are you sure?...Ingunn seemed to...to be too ambitious about this...Don't want to anger her...as well..."

"Nah...she will understand. She knows, that we need rest from our journey here. And maybe it is for the best, if we retire, before somebody else tries to woo Ruffnut as well. Poor Snotlout there...he clearly wasn't enjoying that moment. And we need to make sure, that the dragons are well, too...Don't you think so?"

Hiccup nodded, before he pushed himself away from the chair again. He really was shaky on his legs and Astrid really wanted to reach out for him, to steady him while walking.

"No...let me go alone..." He whispered, before she even had the chance to reach out for him. "I am the chief. And I don't want your people to think of me as a weakling..."

Astrid gulped. He was so right about it, since she knew, that the word - of Hiccup not walking on his own – would spread quickly through the village. And normally she would not care and would try to help her, but just as she was following his gaze towards the crowd, she understood his demand.

For he had noticed her mother there. Maybe even for some time now, which might have been the reason, on why he had asked for her to make a right choice during the proposal. For he might not be too cautions about her people's reaction, but more about what her mother might think and say about it.

Only for a second she dared to look Ljóda in the eyes, her insults being a echo in her mind once again, before she gave Hiccup a sharp nod as an answer. After all – he surely would do anything to impress her mother and to change her thoughts about him.

"Sure...Go ahead..."

And Hiccup did, tightening his hands into fists and locking his eyes towards the entrance, yet bowed his head, whenever somebody bid them good-night.

"Time to go..." She heard him mumble towards their friends, who only nodded and accepted their friend's and chief's words, without complaining, which amazed her even more. But on the other hand – they might be joking with Hiccup every now and then, but understood without doubting, when it was time to follow him. And now was such a time and Astrid was glad, that she was now surrounded by such amazing and loyal people as well.

Just as if they were guarding them, they followed and it made it much easier to walk past her mother as well, who still stood quite close to the entrance.

"Goodnight, mother..." Astrid whispered and held her breath, in fear of a sharp answer.

Which never came.

Instead, her mother only looked at Hiccup out of the corner of her eyes and raised her nose a little higher.

The young woman knew, that there were tons of things, that her mother would have loved to say about this. But thankfully she didn't. For going though it again another time on this day, would have been impossible. Especially now, when she desperately wanted to take care about her husband, who was barely able to open the door on his own.

But eventually did and left without looking back. With them hurrying outside, so the guards could close the door again, leaving the gang alone in the cold, nocturnal mid-fall air outside.

Yes...she was glad, that there were no guards outside as well and silently thanked her father for that, since he didn't want them to get cold there. And so she was finally able to catch up with Hiccup and wrap an arm around his lower back, while Eret steadied him from the other side, by laying one arm of the young chief around his own broad shoulders.

"Whoa...no more yaknog for you, boss! It is about time we get you out of there...!"

"Yeah...also...it felt strange...I mean – I don't want to insult you and your tribe Astrid – but it felt different to be treated like that...I mean...we have to title and are not wealthy." Fishlegs explained carefully.

"I liked it, for these people certainly appreciate a good storyteller, when they see one! And they were most amazed by the stories of lord Snotlout Jorgenson!"

"...yeah...and I nearly got rid of my sister there – ow! Stop hitting me! Father would have been proud of me, that I have taken family-matters in my own hands! And we would have visited you...maybe...OW!"

"I swear, that one thing was more annoying, than you, Tuff – and that had been that guy with the lute! And I swear, if another guy tries that on me, I will so prank them!"

"With me, sister?" Tuffnut asked hopefully, still rubbing his stomach, where Ruffnut had hit him.

She shrugged.

"Maybe...? Depends on my mood."

"You should not worry about that...I think, that Hiccup made his position clear for now. They still might try to woo you, which wouldn't surprise me, since you would be considered as a trophy and-"

"Trophy?! Oh my dearest Astrid! You are melting my heart there! I am sure, that you soon will be my closest female friend, if you keep on going like that..."

"Do you even have other female friends?"

"Shut up, Tuff. She knows exactly, what I mean and a little competition isn't hurting anyone."

Astrid could only shake her head about that, while she felt Hiccup lean even more into her. But thankfully enough, they were about to reach the guest's hut.

"Would the four of you go and take care of our dragons?" Astrid asked, half turning around to face them, while Eret opened the door. "We will take care of Hiccup."

The young chief let out an incomprehensible sound and the blonde Valkyrie glared at Fishlegs, Snotlout and the twins for some time, until their complainants stopped right before they could leave their lips and turned on their heels to go to their dragons.

"...she is like a General! Always shooing us around..." she still could Snotlout hear, just as the door closed behind them.

"She would be a good General though..." Fishlegs answered to that and Astrid couldn't help but grin about that a little, while she and Eret were able to get Hiccup to sit on a chair by the fireplace.

"He really does not drink much, does he?" Astrid wondered, preparing some water for Hiccup to drink, while Eret got a small bucket from the back of the room, in case Hiccup would need it.

The tall man shrugged and patted his chief on the back.

"Nah...he is the chief. He needs a cool head. So you shouldn't poison him again with yaknog..."

There was something in Eret's voice, that startled Astrid for a second. He wasn't entirely joking. But then she remembered, that Hiccup has approved her thought, that he wasn't trusting her completely. Therefore she tried to stay calm, while she unclasped the heavy fur coat around Hiccup's shoulder and held her eyes on the chief, who wrapped his arms around her in a hurried move, to cuddle his face against her stomach, pulling her against him in the process.

"No poisoning...just too much yaknog at once..." He mumbled into her dress, the sound of his voice vibrating through her whole body. "Far...too much..."

"I would not poison him, Eret..." Astrid sighed. "You know that..."

"Sure, you wouldn't..." He answered back with sarcasm, making fire once more in the fireplace, since it had gone out during the absence.

She pressed her lips together, while she started to stroke over Hiccup's head, in hope it would somehow soothe him a little.

"I genuinely like Hiccup...Harming him in any way is impossible." She sighed before she continued: "I am not trying to escape this marriage anymore. And Berk...it has started to become my home..."

"But wouldn't it be nicer, to stay here? With the servants? And the bunch of suitors? And mommy and daddy near by?"

She knew, what Eret was trying to get out of her. And a few moons ago, it would have worked, and her answer would have been different, than the one, she was giving him now:

"No...it wouldn't. It isn't the same anymore."

Hiccup once again mumbled something against her stomach, but she quite couldn't make out the words. During that time, Eret finished the fire and stood back up, to face her once more. Studying her. Waiting for a different answer.

But she wasn't budging and was certainly not afraid to look him in the eyes.

"I am not lying Eret. And we both know that this is true..."

The young man definitely did not know anymore, what to think and stepped away from her.

"Just don't hurt him. He is a good chief and Berk needs him. Admires him. I might only be there for a few weeks longer than you, but I know, that they won't take the loss of another chief so easily. Especially not the loss of their Hiccup..."

She nodded lightly, her heart skipping a beat about his words.

"I know that...believe me..."

"Good..." He whispered and turned around, walking back towards the door. "I believe you – for now... And I will make sure now, that the others are not burning down the forest, if you don't mind and you can handle our poor chief on your own?"

"Sure...and...Eret?" Astrid said once more, making the ex-trapper stop right in the door frame, looking over his shoulder to watch her. "...about you and Ruffnut-"

"There is no-"

"You should tell her, that you won't develop any feelings for her right now. Or...ever...Don't hurt her, by always pushing her away and she needs to see, that the feelings are only one sided. Give other men a chance to get her..."

"Are you giving me an advice there, Chieftess?"

"Ruffnut might not be the right woman for you. But Snotlout might be seeing this in a different way. And he nearly lost his last chance today...Step aside so he can prove this..."

Eret chuckled a little about that.

"Things are not always that easy and I don't want to hurt her..."

"Sometimes one needs to get hurt, to see the truth...I nearly drowned, before I opened up towards Hiccup...And I don't regret that one..."

A soft smile appeared on his lips and nodded a little about that.

"You know, Astrid. There might be a softer heart inside you, than everybody is suspecting."

She glared at him for that.

"Don't you let the others know that. I know, where to find a weapon on this island, pretty easily. And I might use it on you then."

He laughed once more, more hearty this time.

"Oh, don't worry about that. But..." He pointed at the young man, who might have fallen asleep on the chair in front of her, with his arms still like a vice around her „..., he knows that already..."

And before he closed the door behind him, as he walked outside, he added with a mysterious smile:

"...and he loves you for that..."

A/N: So...a little more about Hranafall, some slightly drunk Hiccup (didn't want to make him too drunk and stumble around there, for it wouldn't have fitted the story in my eyes. But drunk enough to have a few difficulties ;D) And some Eret stuff there ;D

And I hope you guys enjoyed it :D (More Ljóda in the next chapter ;D)

And for the comments:

hiccstrid105: So, here is your chapter-name prediction from a few chapters ago – Her people ;D Hope you liked the chapter there :D

Grima: Well...she is the Chieftess and everybody has to like her. And we will see about your thoughts a little later :O

Silvolde: Yeah...don't want to drink it either... Well, thankfully enough, Ljóda has nothing to do with the Yaknog ;D And I can tell you, that Ingunn certainly is one character, that is not pretending there :D But the whole thing of poisoning is certainly a topic there :O

HighKings-Ruin: Yeah...wouldn't want to drink Yaknog, either...especially to impress the girl you like...And for you question – there definitely is no sexual assault coming, but I am wondering, why you would ask that?

Mariah: Thank you very much and hope this one was enjoyable for you as well :D

martabm90: Thaaanks – hope you liked this one as well :D

Guest: Thank you very much and we will see ;D

Vivi-ntvg: Ljóda would always try to take advantage of anything Hiccup does. And the celebration – we will soon see, why they had one ;D

CajunBear73: Oh yeah...they definitely should have an eye out for...well...everything... And yeah...thankfully everything seemed to work out well in the end. Apart from the fact, that Ljóda was around...But thankfully enough they didn't have more yaknog :D

aaquater: Yeah, that definitely has shown in your reviews and I hope, that, when we come to that one point (in about four chapters), I hope most of your questions will be answered and if not, then you always can ask me about it ;D It especially helps to develop the story, for I am more able to see plot holes or strange happenings, that can't be explained. So – thank you for that :D And I am glad, that the house-situation makes sense to you as well :D And I am very happy you liked the beginning of the chapter :D For I had the feeling, that Hiccup would do something like that. And for Ingunn's idea of celebration...well...haha...It will be explained ;D And yeah – she definitely misjudged his body-situation there... And yep – all hail Hiccup Haddock – the Yaknog-drowner, who dared to devour 20 gallons of the hel-ish beverage of yaknog, that only the most vile beings dared to drink! Oh gosh...I am most sorry for that, but I definitely have the feeling, that the twins should write that story book, for it would be a nice read in the end ;D But yeah...the other dragon-related stuff gets boring soon ;D

cosmicblader12: Thank you very much! I definitely always enjoy to write gang-scenes and hiccstrid stuff :D So – hope you liked this as well :D

Crimson Dragon VIRUS: Ah good to know ;D But yeah...the weeks are getting really busy there – especially now with Christmas coming up. I am quite thankful, that I had a week off, so I could write a few chapters ahead. Well...and the grudge against Hakon is even deeper than that. After all – he was not there, when her home island burned down because of dragons, and she was forced to marry him as well and he is the chief of the island she currently lives on. And much...much more...But still...I agree...poor Hakon... (But I like them both much, in their own ways ;D). And – yeah – Ljóda want Hiccup to get mad. To show everybody around him, that he wasn't the best choice for her daughter and to be partner in that contract... And Astrid snapping back...no...that won't help either, for things are going just too smoothly (Biting tongue here before spoilers come out ;D). And the make out session – well – after everything, they deserved it, right? ;D It helps them both the relief a little stress and their hurt – though Hiccup being the man he is, would never put himself over the relationship of mother and daughter... But yeah...the happenings were crutical for the future happenings, which will come soon. ;D And I tell you about the gang – that definitely is their new hobby there ;D I can totally see the twins, sneaking around them, only to be there, to prevent them from kissing and stuff. Well...definitely works good as some kind of contraception XD Sorry for that... And for the Yaknog...well...Ingunn should be sorry about that as well XD And yeah – I call them Hranafallians :D Long name, but it works well for me.
Thank you very much for both your comments :D And for the celebration...well...a few things happened there, but I hope, you were able to enjoy them (as far as possible :D

hateme101: Yeah, poor Hiccup there XD