One crazy perfect day: a Berkian Wedding story
Summary: It should be the happiest day of their lives. But with interfering family, trouble-making friends and the small matter of possible accidental bigamy, will Heather and Fishlegs even make it to their wedding? (One shot by Vala 411, Nightstar Fury and Harrypanther!)
AN: Welcome to the madness known as our collective minds. Please keep your hands and feet inside the coaster at all times, attendants will be coming around to ensure your safety harnesses are undone soon. Oh, and please watch your Porgs, Vala will steal them when you're not looking.
Heather was nervous. It was an unfamiliar feeling and even the presence of her best friend and sister in all but blood, Astrid Hofferson, did little to alleviate the feeling. After all, she was getting married today and there were moments, even now, when she wondered if it was all a horrible mistake.
"Hey," Astrid said, her tone indicating it was a question rather than a comment. Sighing, Heather looked up. Her raven hair was braided loosely as the pair went for a walk while the final preparations for the wedding were put into place. There had been friction from the start, with Fishlegs' mother, Gertha, deciding to assume the entire planning of the wedding despite Heather's frequently and forcefully expressed desire to handle the wedding herself.
"Nonsense!" Gertha had said, bustling past the annoyed young woman. "You don't have a family so it's only right that Goatlegs and I organise everything so that you don't have to worry."
Heather had been speechless at the low blow. She had lost two families, not one-her true parents when she was young, her mother dead in childbirth and her father vanished and later found dead on Vanaheim. Of course, long before that happened, she had been cast adrift by her jealous and mildly psychotic older brother Dagur the Deranged and found by a pair of wonderful Vikings from the Peaceable Isles. Helga and Forgrim had loved Heather as if she had been their own and indeed, they had been praying to Freya for a child for years and had rejoiced when they found her. If they never looked for her parents, she never held it against them. Especially when the last member of her blood family actually led the raid that killed them, leaving Heather alone again.
"Fine," Heather said sharply. Alone, she had become intensely private and self-sufficient, befriending Windshear and learning to fight and launch a guerilla war against anyone who had helped Dagur. It had led to a number of missteps and misunderstandings until eventually, brother and sister were finally reconciled and had fought side by side against Johann, Krogan and the Dragon Hunters. Still rather odd but probably shading the right side of sane, Dagur had married the Queen of the Defenders of the Wing, Mala and they already had a little one on the way. They were flying over on Sleuther, Dagur's Triple Strike. Heather had deliberately placed her brother next to Gertha in the seating plan just to remind the interfering woman that she did have family. Meanwhile, Astrid had stopped, walked in Heather's way and was glaring at her, her arms folded across her chest.
"Fine is not an answer anyone sane accepts from a woman-especially another woman,' she told her friend bluntly. "Fine means anything but. What's on your mind, Heather? You know you can tell me anything, right?"
Abruptly, Heather sighed.
"Am I doing the right thing?" she asked, sitting on a rock and covering her face with her hands. "It's all so…"
"Overwhelming? Complicated? Irritating? Girly?" Astrid suggested.
"All good options-but I would say...claustrophobic," Heather sighed. "You know me. For the longest time it was just Windshear and me, on our own. We relied on no one. We hid from any strangers. There were so few I could trust-even now, you guys are really the only people I would turn my back on."
"And suddenly you have Gertha the Won't Listen, Goatlegs the Spineless, Yaklegs and Beelegs playing up as your siblings to be and of course, the twins and Snotlout here. You regretting not getting married on Berserk?"
"I'm regretting not getting married on the Edge," Heather sighed, looking up. "What if it's all a hideous mistake?" Astrid crouched down and rested a hand on her friend's knee.
"One thing I can tell you, Heather, is that Fishlegs loves you," she said. "He's a good viking, thoughtful and brave and protective of those he loves-but he will respect you and love you and be interesting and amusing and enthusiastic until the day you die. Search your heart and tell me what you find there."
There was a pause and then Heather smiled.
"It's the right thing to do," she confirmed and jumped to her feet. "Right-let's go find a clearing in the woods and spar. I need to let off some steam before I go mad…"
A high pitched whine cut across her words and a familiar sleek black shape swooped down and landed neatly just beside the young Viking women. A tall, lanky auburn-haired shape hopped off, his smile brilliant as he locked his green eyes with Astrid's sapphire gaze.
"Heather, Milady," Hiccup said, grinning. He was still in his flying leathers though he had promised to change for the ceremony. Toothless warbled a greeting and absently, Heather responded as Hiccup pecked a kiss on Astrid's cheek. "Everything okay?" he added in a low voice.
"Nerves," Astrid murmured back. "We're going to try to chop each other up for a little while to let off steam…" Hiccup winced.
"I may need your help," he said. "We have a problem." Astrid frowned.
"The twins have set everything on fire?"
"Surprisingly not," the Chief's son replied.
"Snotlout is on fire?"
"Slightly but he's sitting in the water trough again."
"The Great Hall…?"
"Still standing."
"Then…?"
"Gertha has changed all the flowers and decorations to those dreary dark purple and green ones that Heather and Fishlegs hated," Hiccup revealed.
"WHAT?" Astrid's shout could be heard all the way to the Cove and Heather looked up.
"Astrid?"
"Do you think Fishlegs would mind becoming half an orphan by his wedding?" Astrid asked, hefting the axe in her hands. Heather's face fell.
"I'll help you," she growled and both Astrid and Hiccup jumped to grab her as she lunged forward to charge down to the village.
"NO!" Hiccup interrupted urgently. "Look, I was expecting this-after Astrid warned me. So we have all our Terrible Terrors trained to rip down the decorations and replace them with the white and gold theme you wanted." He winked. "And I've activated Plan S."
Both women frowned.
"Plan S?" Heather murmured.
"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock-are you doing what I think you are?" Astrid demanded. He grinned happily.
"Weddings are all about family," he said with a grin. "So I've set my family on them."
"Stoick?" Heather choked. Astrid shook her head slowly.
"No, worse," she realised. "Spitelout." Hiccup chuckled and leapt back onto Toothless, clipping his metal leg into the saddle.
"Milady?" he asked, offering his hand. "I need you and Sneaky to help me and Sharpshot wrangle Iggy and whatever the others are calling their Terrors this week."
"Ouchie, Head and Butt," Astrid responded promptly. Hiccup rolled his eyes.
"It's better than Disemboweller, Concussion and Daisy which was last week's combination," he admitted.
"Daisy?"
"Tuffnut. Of course." He looked over at Heather. "You want a lift down to the village?" She shook her head.
"I need to walk," she explained. "I feel if I sit still, I'll explode." Nodding his understanding, Hiccup murmured to the Night Fury and the sleek dragon launched in one bound, a couple of flaps of his wings having the pair swooping out of sight.
Heather walked along the edge of the forest, her axe stil slung across her back. She was disappointed not to be sparring but was grateful that her friends were making sure her wishes for the wedding were respected. Reaching the side of the Great Hall, she glanced up and saw a pair of Terrible Terror's incinerating the gloomy purple and green flowers and two more hanging long garlands of white and gold flowers that echoed the effect Heather had envisaged.
"Hey Heather!"
A familiar voice jerked her from her inspection and she looked down the slope to see the lanky shape of Ruffnut waving at her. Shockingly, Ruffnut's long hair was clean and hanging in a golden waterfall down her back, restrained by a loose band woven of pale green silk that matched the dress she was wearing as a Maid of Honour. Astrid was her actual Maid of Honour but Ruffnut had been so insistent that Heather hadn't the heart to deny her. Crazy and utterly eccentric, Ruffnut was still extremely brave and determined, fearless in battle and loyal to the end and deserved to stand at Heather's side. The Berserker waved and walked down to her side, seeing Ruffnut looking uncharacteristically neat-and self-conscious.
"You know, if I ever marry, I'm gonna marry in breeches," Ruffnut commented, glaring at the ankle-length skirt. "I don't know how women can wear these and not fall on their asses. I've tripped over twice already." Heather shrugged.
"Look-you can blame Fishlegs for that," she said. "He was rather excited about having traditional Maids of Honour."
"I mean Tuffnut would probably enjoy it…" Ruffnut commented. "In fact, I think he made himself a long skirt to prove he could...creepily, he walks much better in it than me." Heather started.
"You know, why doesn't that surprise me," she sighed as Ruffnut looked embarrassed again.
"Um...and other things that should surprise you...I just wanted to check you knew what you were doing," she said quietly. Heather inspected her.
"I do," she assured the other woman.
"I mean, Fishlegs is a bit whiny," she pointed out.
"He gets flustered but I'm okay with that," Heather repledi.
"He's got loads of utter rubbish in his hut that he calls collectibles," Ruffnut pointed out. "Seriously-it's all over the place. Standing room only. You couldn't fit a well-groomed stuffed yak in there even if you threw half of it out!"
"I have little stuff so we'll be fine," Heather replied. "Wait…"
"And frankly, he was pretty spineless after I married him…" Ruffnut continued and then paled, slapping her hands over her mouth.
"WHAT?" If anything, Heather's shout was even louder than Astrid's had been. The female twin cringed.
"Um...we promised we would never speak about it but he and I accidentally got married and…" she began but Heather's face had twisted into a mask of fury, her green eyes glittering like chunks of ice.
"He's married?" she hissed. "I knew there was a reason why you all kept asking me if I was sure. You were trying to tell me that it was impossible…" And to Ruffnut's horror, she reached for her axe, snapping it open so the two blades gleamed in the bright sunshine. "BERSERK!" she screamed and charged off down the village.
"Oh Loki, that went badly," Ruffnut muttered, turning to totter after her. She trod on her hemline, fell, rolled down the hill and ended up face-first in a pile of yak dung.
Screaming, Heather accelerated down the village, past rather surprised Berkians and a bemused Stoick the Vast, Chief of Berk. He blinked.
"She looks like she's off to kill someone," he commented to Gobber, who was basting chicken and mutton on huge spits that were cooking in the open air. He had turned the forge into an impromptu kitchen with Bucket and Mulch on guard as the two-limbed blacksmith cooked up a storm for the wedding buffet.
"Aye, well she better not kill Fishlegs-because I've spent all day cooking this food," Gobber grumbled. "No one thinks o' poor ole Gobber." Stoick chuckled before he turned his pensive gaze back in the direction of Heather's run. It was definitely the Ingerman House. As discreetly as a six-foot-ten four-hundred-pound flaming-haired Viking Chief could, he sidled in the direction of the action.
"AAAAGH!" Heather screamed and attacked the door with her axe. "Open this door and come out and face me like a man!"
"Can I think about that...maybe for a week?" Fishlegs called timidly from the upper storey.
"OPEN THIS DOOR, YOU LYING SON OF A DRAGON HUNTER!" Heather yelled.
There was a pause and then the door flung open.
"I restored the Ingerman name," Fishlegs told her with dignity and not a little annoyance in his eyes. Heather swung her axe and dug the edge into his chubby neck. "And we saved the Dramillions. And I…"
"And when were you going to tell me you were already married?" she hissed.
There were three gasps and from the main part of the room, Gertha and Goatlegs looked over in bleary shock, Spitelout-who had been sharing his extra-strong mead with the prospective parents'-in-law-emptied his mug and filled theirs up again.
"Don't mind us," he said cheerfully. "We'll celebrate regardless…"
"You're already married?" Gertha asked, bursting into tears. "You mean I'm putting all this effort into your wedding and making it beautiful and not trashy and classless and it's fake?"
"I wouldn't have put it like that and you can butt your ugly mug out of it!" Heather yelled. "Don't think I haven't seen you undermining everything I wanted."
"You should be grateful, your orphaned bint!" Gertha retorted, rising like a small foothill. Her pale blonde hair was scraped into a neat knot while her husband had a long braided blond moustache that her son was hoping to emulate. "When you have no family to…"
"My brother is the Chief of Berserk and I am his Heir!" Heather shouted at her. The room fell silent and Gertha stared aghast. Goatlegs hiccuped and fell off his chair, immediately starting snoring. "I have some very good friends who managed to defeat Viggo Grimborn, the Dragon Hunters, Krogan and Trader Johann. They are undoing all your meddling because compared to those enemies...you are really nothing!"
"She's Royalty?" Gertha screeched. Spitelout humphed and drained his cup again.
"Ah. I take it you left that detail out," he commented thoughtfully.
"I thought they'd know!" Fishlegs squeaked. "I mean, she's been to Berk a lot…"
"Hey-why didn't you tell me you were married?" Heather snapped, advancing and pushing the hapless Fishlegs back into the room.
"I never wanted you to know…" Fishlegs burbled. "It really wasn't real and…" Heather glared at him and then suddenly, her face fell.
"If you can't be honest with me about something this important, how can I ever trust you?" she whispered. Fishlegs felt his heart shudder in horror at the broken look on her face.
"Heather-it's not what you think…" Fishlegs began but she lowered her axe and then turned, running from the house and shouting Windshear. There was a roar and the sleek silver shape swooped down just briefly enough for the Berserker Heir to jump on. Then in a couple of wingbeats, she was gone.
"Well, that could have gone better," Spitelout said as Stoick appeared at the door, followed by Hiccup, Astrid and Ruffnut, who seemed to be covered in yak dung.
"What happened?" the Chief demanded. Every eye turned to the husky Gronckle rider.
"I think...the wedding's off," Fishlegs said.
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Tuffnut Thorston-dragon rider, twin (the awesome one) and style guru of the Archipelago (for this week at least)-was crouching down with Snotlout and Gustav behind Bertha Anderson's house and wrinkled his nose at the appalling stench emanating from the kitchen. Snotlout was gagging and holding his nose while Gustav was trying to look tough but instead just looked green.
"Why would Gertha Ingerman want Mrs Anderson to cook anything?" he asked rhetorically.
"Well, she's the worst cook in Berk so maybe she's trying to sabotage the wedding," Tuffnut offered, pleased with himself for answering the question so fast. "Maybe she's had her nose surgically removed."
"We may have noticed that," Snotlout choked.
"Maybe she likes traditional cooking. Maybe she's allergic to food that doesn't taste like it has gone rotten. Maybe she hates everyone in the village and is bringing a packed lunch for herself. Maybe Mrs Anderson has some really good blackmail material on her. Maybe…" The others were staring at him. "Oh...don't tell me...it's another of those rhetocrical questions, right? I mean, why bother when I can answer them all and anyway…" He grinned. "You know in Iceland, they actually eat rotten food? They bury sharks for three months then dig them up and eat them with akvavit. Es moy bueno, mi amigos! A delicacy worthy of the Aesir themselves and…" Gustav had gone greener and was retching. "You okay, miniSnot?"
"Why aren't you feeling sick?" the younger viking choked. Tuffnut shrugged.
"When you share a hut with a sister who has rancid fish oil in her hair and doesn't wash it from one month to the next, this is rather fragrant in comparison…" he explained. Snotlout pulled a face.
"I know Hiccup asked us to prevent this from getting anywhere near the ceremony but how are we supposed to stop this and...Tuffnut, why are you wearing a skirt?"
"Finally! Someone appreciates my avant garde adventurous sense of fashion!" the male twin exploded. "You know, my sister has no clue how to move in this but I find it liberating and exquisitely comfortable…" Gustav shuddered. He was the youngest dragon rider and he knew that most of the others treated him like an idiot or perhaps just too young to be up there-but he had lost his father to dragon attacks before the Peace with dragons and had a mother and four siblings to support. Sure, he hadn't spent that much time on the Edge but he had earned his place as a dragon rider and had battled Berserkers and Dragon Hunters. And sometimes he wondered how anyone understood what Tuff was going on about.
"Do you know what she's put in there?" he asked, half-covering his mouth with his hand. "Ice Pike. And sea slugs."
There was a horrified gasp and both the others looked at the young rider.
"Sea slugs?" Snotlout asked, aghast.
"For Windshear, you see…" Gustav explained.
"And you know this would-be poisoner?" Tuffnut checked, his face terrifyingly focussed. Gustav looked embarrassed.
"She's in Mom's knitting group," he admitted. "But I don't like her. She ruined all of our birthdays with horrible cakes until Mom lied and said we were allergic to cake. No cake is better than her cake." There was a pause and then Tuffnut burst noisily into tears.
"That's so sad, little G," he said and glanced at Snotlout. "What do you say? Time for some chaos worthy of Loki?" Choking on the stench but horrified at the idea that they could be fed sea slugs, he nodded and winked as Tuffnut whistled piercingly. Unsurprisingly, Barf'n'Belch ambled up happily and with the judicious use of hand signals, the Zippleback started to fill the back of the house with gas. Meanwhile, after much arguing, Gustav went to the door and persuaded Mrs Anderson that Mrs Ingerman wanted to have a last minute word with her. And he gave a double thumbs-up when she scuttled off down the hill. Tuff winked and watched Snotlout finish smearing Monstrous Nightmare gel on the walls. Then they gestured to the youngest rider.
"Over to you, Gustav," Snotlout said. There was a pause and then he whistled Fanghook. The purple and gold Monstrous Nightmare purred and then unleashed a small line of flame that ignited the gel. The three riders all ran to hide behind the dragons-and then there was an enormous explosion as the entire hut blew up-followed by what could only be described as a cascade of foul smelling fishy soup. Everyone was drenched and there were screams and Berkians stampeding away from the smoking crater.
"Bad dragons," Snotlout said with a grin. "Though no idea which ones did it. It will have to remain a mystery…" Tuff winked and headed off in search of his sister while Gustav leapt onto Fanghook's neck.
"I think I have a few Berserkers and Outcasts to welcome," he said, launching. Snotlout choked and smelled his shirt. He retched.
"And I may...may...need to have a bath," he groaned.
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Windshear had flown Heather all round the island and though she had revelled in the feel of the wind in her face and the feel of the powerful Razorwhip carving through the air, she knew that running from her problems was not the answer. It had been her coping tactic throughout much of her recent life but this was too important. And beneath her annoyance, she really did love Fishlegs. There was something else to the story.
And truth be told, everyone was making an enormous effort on their behalf. She was a Berserker but when she had asked to be married on Berk, where she had been welcomed and embraced both when she had briefly been an Outcast agent and later as a Dragon Rider, Stoick had not hesitated to offer her the privilege of conducting the ceremony himself. That he had known her father, Oswald the Agreeable, and had been a friend of his only made it more poignant. She had never shared the contents of her letter from her dead father that Dagur had dutifully brought back unopened but she had treasured those words in her heart and she knew he would want her to at least give her fiance a chance to explain himself.
"Find Fishlegs and Meatlug, girl," she murmured and the Razorwhip paused, then let out a roar. There was an answer and Stormfly appeared, flapping her wings fiercely to keep up with her friend. There was a pause and then the Nadder circled, orbiting the pair before giving an excited caw and accelerating off west with Windshear in hot pursuit. Over the village, across the little inlet and over the forest until they arrived in Raven Point and…
"...the Cove," Heather realised. Then she smiled. "Where else do any of us go when there is a problem? It's where it all started. And Fishlegs knows that." She nodded as they circled the Cove and, sure enough, there was a husky shape sitting on a rock close to the little mere that sat in the rocky refuge. Meatlug was sitting next to him, her posture looking dejected. Nodding, Heather headed Windshear down as Stormfly gave a final caw that could have been wishes for good luck before she accelerated back to the village. "I promise there'll be chicken," the rider whispered as they landed. And then she flipped her hood back and jumped from her dragon, walking slowly towards her fiance.
Fishlegs remained very still, staring across the cove at what appeared to be a dead tree and a little knot of brambles. It wasn't the best view, to be honest, but Heather had the strongest feeling he wasn't really seeing what was in front of him.
"I never wanted you to know," he mumbled, his voice despondent.
"But...how? When? Why?" she asked. Fishlegs gave a miserable sigh.
"It was so stupid-and not that long after we went to the Edge," he explained. "I think there was supposed to be a wedding between one of the Hoffersons and a Jorgensen and for whatever reason, Snotlout, Astrid and Hiccup had to go back to Berk. I was explaining to the twins about Berkian weddings and Tuff offered to pretend to conduct one as an example. And then we found out that he had taken the course to be an officiant…"
"So you ended up married to Ruffnut?" Heather asked him. Fishlegs hung his head and nodded.
"I swear on Meatlug's life that nothing happened!" he said in a panicked voice. "I'm sorry but...it was awful. She moved in...and Tuffnut...and they threw all my collectibles out...and moved all of both their stuff in. I mean, if I married, I would be happy to look after my wife but Thor, I wouldn't want any brother or…" He stopped. "You weren't planning on moving Dagur in, were you?" Heather shook her head, folding her arms and clawing at her anger. There was something about Fishlegs that she had forgotten: he still wasn't hardened by war and loss and there was an underlying innocence that she had lost so long ago she couldn't even remember having it.
"No-Dagur may be my brother but he's crazy as a box of frogs and he's married to Mala," she reminded him. "And that would mean moving in Dagur, Mala, Throk, the entire Tribe and the Eruptodon." Fishlegs sighed.
"I'd definitely have to move my Dragon cards then." he sighed. Heather paced behind him, then finally stopped beside him.
"So are you married to Ruffnut now?" she asked. His eyes popped wide open and he shook his head urgently.
"We never were," he explained. "I spent a horrible day thinking I was married to her forever and wondering if joining the Outcasts would be a better option when the others got back. And Hiccup then pointed out that Tuffnut wasn't a trained officiant because he never finished his training. Actually, his trainer jumped off a cliff half an hour into his first lesson."
"Why?"
"You have met Tuffnut?" Fishlegs asked. Heather tried not to laugh.
"I can see how he would make anyone want to jump off a cliff," she admitted. "I think it's camouflage to hide the fact that he and Ruff are pretty observant and are able to sometimes come up with the most amazing answers to questions you didn't even know needed answering."
"Like how to stop my Mom interfering in the wedding?" Fishlegs sighed.
"So you were never married?" she checked.
"No-though she does bring it up sometimes because it embarrasses me," Fishlegs confessed. "Whatever she said...she either meant to make you jealous or check your feelings for me. I'm sure she didn't mean it maliciously...well, almost certain…" Heather stared at him, hearing the anxiety in his voice.
"But why didn't you tell me this had happened?" she asked him. He shrugged.
"It was around the time you joined the Dragon Hunters and after that...well, there was so much going on and it hadn't actually happened so why bring it up? Oh hey Heather, I really like you and do you know I was fake married but actually not really to Ruffnut of all people for half a day because I actually believed that Tuff was qualified to marry me? Thor, you would have thought me the dumbest Viking on Midgard!" She sighed.
"I just hated that you had kept something from me that was so important…" she admitted, plopping onto the rock next to him.
"As opposed to one of the twins' pranks?" Fishlegs asked her gently. "If you want, I could detail every single one they have played. Some were even more elaborate than that. But we may miss the wedding...and the rest of summer...if you really want me to." He paused. "You know I am crazy about you and if there had been anything that meant I couldn't marry you, I would have been heartbroken but I would never abuse your trust like that. I know how hard your life has been. It's one of the things that I admire so much about you: everything you've been through and under it, you're still a sweet girl who even forgave her brother." She managed a wan chuckle.
"Well, if I didn't forgive him after he saved my life, I would have no family at all...and just think how different everything would be if I hadn't," she murmured. "Ruff must have known Tuff wasn't qualified to marry you. It was just another prank. But she did warn me about your collectibles...and we will need to have a talk about how much of our home they take over…" He gave a small, hopeful smile.
"I can do that," he said urgently. "Heather-I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. And if that means all my collectibles and geekiness gets put in an attic or box or whatever, then I will do it for you." Suddenly, a weight lifted off her chest and she turned to him with a shy but genuine smile.
"Fishlegs-I fell in love with a dragon geek, a Gronckle rider and all-round smart but sensitive Viking who knows more and cares more about dragons than anyone I know except Hiccup. And that is who I will be sharing my life with. If I have to change you to marry you, then I never loved you. Be who you are-the amazing, geeky, kind, sensitive hero. And I will be the happiest woman in the Archipelago." She leaned forward and rubbed noses with him.
"You know we're due to get married in an hour," Fishlegs murmured. The two stared at each other for a long moment-then ran for their dragons.
"Last one to the village has to tell your Mom that we're not doing anything she wanted out of this wedding!" Heather yelled and accelerated away. Fishlegs jumped onto Meatlug.
"There is no way that I am having to do that!" he said and sped after her.
But as they arrived at the village, they could see that people were gathering in the Plaza which was decorated as if it was ready to conduct the wedding. Fishlegs sped home to change while Heather landed by Stoick and Astrid, who had changed into the long dusky blue gown that she was wearing a Senior Maid of Honour. Her thick blonde hair was braided elegantly off her face and she was looking worried.
"Heather! Where the Helheim have you been?" she asked. Heather shook her head.
"Last minute nerves, a misunderstanding and the need for a long flight," she admitted. "I'm good now. Fish and I are good. But why is this here?"
"Weeelll….I know you and Fishlegs had wanted to be married in the Great Hall...well, Fishlegs did...but my little sister Ingrid heard a rumour that Gertha was planning to sabotage the food so we had Gobber move everything he's prepared in there for the reception and we've got Bucket, Mulch and No-Longer-Silent Sven guarding the doors. Honestly, it would be better to get married here-since we will have the dragons in attendance and more people can see and hear better here…" Astrid explained as Heather flung herself forward and gave the Shield Maiden a huge hug.
"Thank you," she whispered. "This will be perfect."
"The Outcasts and the Defenders of the Wing are here," Astrid continued. "The Wing Maidens just arrived too. Throk is helping Gobber and has brought a pudding as well. I mean, I never thought he could cook but his spiced apple and mead cake will probably be a hit...or render most of the population of Berk unconscious. It did smell very alcoholic…" She shrugged. "A Berserker delegation has arrived but it doesn't contain your brother...or Mala." Heather chuckled.
"Knowing Dagur, he'll want to make a spectacular entrance!" she commented as a roar sounded overhead and a Triple Stryke swooped down, circling the Plaza to the roars of the other dragons. Hiccup-now looking suitably smart in a wine red tunic, shining leather belt with gold buckle, deep brown trousers and boots-waved and Toothless gave a commanding roar. Immediately the other dragon landed. Dagur leapt down, clothed in a smart black tunic and pants with Mala in a matching gown. Both wore thin gold circlets on their heads.
"BROTHER! You really are a spoilsport!" the Berserker Chief complained. "I was just showing Mala the sights. She's never really been to Berk before and…"
"And there will be plenty of time to look around later," Hiccup interrupted as he winked at Astrid. The blonde grabbed Heather's hand and hauled her to the Hofferson house only a couple of streets up the village so that the bride could change. "Now Dagur, Mala-may I introduce my father Stoick the Vast, Chief of Berk?"
While the introductions were being finished, the remaining riders all arrived-Snotlout looking suspiciously damp from his bath, Gustav sponged down in his better tunic, Tuffnut in his skirt and Ruffnut who had stomped up the hill in her old tunic and trousers.
"My dress was covered in yak dung," she grumbled. "What are you doing in a skirt?"
"There is an unwritten rule in Berk that every wedding must have a Thorston in a skirt and since Uncle Felton is now seriously dead, it falls to me to keep up the honourable tradition…" her brother told her.
"No there isn't," Ruff told him. "I told you that when you were eight...well, when we were eight...because Mom hadn't got any clothes for us after you burnt them for a bet so we had to wear those hand-me-downs from the Dagmarson sisters to Aunt Huffnut's wedding."
"Are you sure?" Tuff asked her. "Because I'm sure I heard…" Ruff folded his arms. "Right, witch-it is on. It is SO on…"
"Here-I thought you were wearing the skirt because you were being fashionable…" Gustav protested.
"I am fashionable-but what is fashion?" Tuff began. "Is it the mere following the prevailing clothing trends of the time like a mindless proto-mutton or is it pushing the boundaries and challenging the accepted aesthetic with bold and daring visions of future couture?" Gustav stared at him.
"This is my best tunic," he said, indicating to the fact it only had one patch on it. Tuffnut patted him on the hand.
"Sure it is," he said and made gagging sounds. "So last Fall," he said in a loud whisper.
Hiccup had walked over to Fishlegs' home and gestured to Spitelout for him to steer the rather drunken and seriously bewildered Ingermans to stand on the groom's side of the Plaza. Standing beside Fishlegs-clad in white with gold trim around his cuffs and collar-as his Second, Hiccup nodded as Gobber began piping away on his multiple pipes. The Chief glared but the two-limbed blacksmith was really getting carried away, prancing around the space and weaving a wildly eccentric tune.
"Thank you, Gobber," Stoick said as Astrid waved from the top of the Plaza. Gobber carried on. "THANK YOU, GOBBER!" Stock tried, a little louder. Hiccup winced. They could probably have heard him on Outcast Island but, of course, Gobber paid no attention. "Son?"
"Toothless-if you please?" Hiccup smirked and the Night Fury gave a little croon, then sent a highly accurate plasma blast that blasted Gobber's pipes from his hand and then blew them apart.
"Meh pipes!" Gobber protested.
"Thank you, Gobber," Stoick groaned as he nodded and Heather rounded the corner. Garbed in a white gown with scooped neck and long sleeves, gold embroidery with Berserker symbols and dragons trailing down the bodice and spreading over the floor length flowing skirt, Heather looked anxious. But Astrid had placed a crown of white flowers on her head, her long raven hair shining in the sun and loose over her shoulders and she had a posy of white and gold flowers clutched in her hand: she looked every inch the bride. Astrid walked behind her, clutching a smaller bouquet of white flowers while Windshear and Stormfly walked behind them, keeping step as Astrid had trained them to do. They circled the Plaza and finally stopped in front of Stoick, before Astrid backed off, leaving Heather's dragon as her supporter. Dagur rose and walked to her side, taking her hand.
"I missed much of your life, sis, but I'm glad I got to see this," he murmured. "And with the two of us here, maybe Oswald will be looking down on us as well." She offered him a small smile, her eyes suspiciously shining.
"I like that idea," she said, squeezing his hand. Hiccup patted Fishlegs's hand and withdrew, leaving the dragon rider with his Gronckle at his side.
"Good luck," he whispered as he went to stand by Astrid, their hands locking as they watched yet another pair of their friends marry.
"May I welcome you all to Berk," Stoick announced. "We are gathered here under the watchful eyes of the Aesir to celebrate the union of Heather and Fishlegs. We are here with friends, old and new and with our dragons, a thing that would have been unthinkable not so many years ago. And it is those dragons who were instrumental in bringing this couple together, so it is only fitting that we have them here at the wedding of two Dragon Riders!"
The dragons all roared, with Toothless managing to look extremely smug.
"Heather of Berserk, do you take Fishlegs Ingerman to be your husband?" Stoick asked. "Do you swear before Odin and Freya that you will love and honour him, stand by him in health and hardship, that you will fight by his side and forsake all others for as long as you shall live?"
Heather glanced over to Fishlegs and her face lit with a smile. "I do," she announced.
"Fishlegs Ingerman of Berk, do you take Heather of Berserk to be your wife? Do you swear before Odin and Freya that you will love and honour her, stand by her in health and hardship, that you will fight by her side and forsake all others for as long as you shall live?"
"I will," Fishlegs said without hesitation. Gertha burst into noisy tears followed by Dagur. Mala patted his shoulder reassuringly.
"Does anyone here object to this Union?" Stock asked. Everyone glared at the twins.
"What?" Ruff asked.
"That is profiling!" Tuffnut protested. "We haven't said anything!"
"I love weddings!" Ruff said indignantly.
"Not another word," Astrid growled and the female twin subsided. Dagur swiped the tears off his face.
"Anyone else want to speak up and die?" he asked, his green eyes glinting dangerously. "This is my baby sister and Heir so anyone who upsets her goes through me!" He glared at the village. "Just putting that out there," he added more normally and gave a small smile to Stoick. "Not impinging on your authority, Stoick, Not at all. All yours…." The Chief scowled and held his hand out, There was a pause until Meatlug regurgitated a small wooden box she had been given to hold that held the rings. Wiping off the dragon drool with a scowl, the Chief lifted the rings and handed the first one to Foshles. He placed it over the tip of her ring finger.
"As the World Serpent Jormungandr swallowed its tail to create a circle, the symbol of eternity, so does this ring symbolise the unending love between us," Fishlegs announced, pushing the ring into place. Heather grasped the bigger ring and lifted Fishlegs's pudgy left hand.
"As Jormungandr swallowed his tail to create the eternal circle, then this ring symbolises the unending love between us," Heather replied, slipping his ring on with a bit of struggle.
"I retain fluid when I'm nervous," Fishlegs whispered. The Chief rolled his eyes as the pair took hands and faced one another.
"Then I pray to Lord Odin and Lady Freya that you are granted happiness and health, prosperity, friendship and love for all the days of your lives," Stoick announced. "Before the Gods and these witnesses, I pronounce you man and wife!" Cheers and roars rang out through the village and all the dragons fired into their sir to create a display of explosions that announced that finally, the couple were married.
"Any regrets?" Fishlegs whispered.
"None," she replied.
"Oh good," Fishlegs replied and kissed her. There were cheers and whoops but for that one moment, there was nothing but silence and love between the pair. Then Stoick raised his hands, his face split by a giant grin.
"Reception in the Great Hall-NOW!" he yelled and then stepped aside as a stampede of vikings headed for free food. Then he turned to Heather and Fishlegs. "I'll give you a moment. You may need the peace and quiet because I guarantee you won't get any once the mead and ale starts flowing. Fishlegs glanced over where Spitelout and Gustav were manhandling his extremely drunk parents up the hill. Strangely, the twins and Snotlout had vanished-though maybe that was just normal. He nodded.
"Thank you, sir," he said. "It was a lovely service." Stoick winked.
"Do me a favour?" he asked. "Try to persuade my son and that lovely lass of his that this would be just the thing to keep his old father happy in his declining years." Heather chuckled: she knew that the pair were still trying to avoid the shackles of marriage, the village and all the official responsibility. Everyone knew their respite couldn't last forever but with the war with the Dragon Hunters finally over and peace all over the Archipelago, the couple deserved a short break.
"We'll mention it," Fishlegs promised.
"But promising nothing," Heather admitted. Stoick just shrugged.
"It was worth a try," he said philosophically and headed up the village as well. Fishlegs offered his arm.
"Are you happy, Mrs Ingerman?" he asked. She nodded.
"I am indeed, Mr Ingerman," she admitted with a smile as they made their way sedately up the hill. Everyone was inside the Great Hall now and the reception hopefully would have started. At the very least, the alcohol would have started flowing…while it was just nice to have a few moments in the sun. "Just one question?" Fishlegs raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
"Yes-why is there a crater where there used to be a house-and why is half the upper village covered in fish stew?"
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Raucous laughter and cheering reverberated through the Great Hall as the newlywed couple finally appeared. The Vikings that had rushed to the Great Hall had waited in anticipation for the couple to kick off the festivities. As Fishlegs and Heather made their way to the High table where their seat of honor was, you could hear Tuffnut, still wearing his skirt, proposing a toast over the noise. With a mug of mead held high he cheered "Give it up for Fishlegs and Heather!"
"FINALLY!" Was what the other Vikings responded with as more cheering erupted. You could see Heather trying to hold in her laughter as Fishlegs' ears turned slightly red.
Tonight the whole of Berk and beyond would party for not only the Berkians were present in the Hall but also the Berserkers, Outcasts, and various other friends and allies of the Dragon riders such as the Wing maidens. It might have gotten a bit cramped.
"Well don't just stand there everyone! Let's crack open the alcohol!" Ruffnut said as she, Astrid and Hiccup started rolling out barrels of mead and wine.
"Not before dinner ya know," Gobber however chastised while wearing his wooden spoon prosthetic. A collective 'BOO' filled the hall. Even Stoick was booing which only caused Gobber to roll his eyes at his friend and cross his arms. "I spent the better part of the afternoon cooking this buffet and I will not have everyone passed out before all the food is gone."
"Aw Gobber, don't be such a party pooper," Heather joked but then added "But I do think we should eat first. It's a lesson I think we all learned from my brother's wedding feast."
"HEY NOW!" Dagur yelled while looking quite scandalized. Those that could still remember 'some' of what had transpired during that time shuddered while the rest of the Hall was curious as to what had transpired. Mala who was right there next to her husband patted him on the arm and muttered with a serious look "Yes, food first then alcohol. I don't want to have to go fishing you out of a hay pile of ducks again"
"A what now?!" many Vikings now questioned as the room quieted down a bit. There was curiosity in both Vikings and Dragons present and curiosity often led to… things that tended to go kaboom.
"On our wedding night Dagur got so drunk he kidnapped several ducks from a nearby pond and then fell asleep with them on a hay pile in the dragon stab-mmmfffpp" Dagur quickly covered Mala's mouth but the damage was already done. Everyone laughed and the Berserker Chief just facepalmed.
"Let's all forget about that incident and continue celebrating this joyous couple!" He tried to change the subject but it had little effect as even the bride and groom were trying to stifle their giggles. "I thought I lived this down…." Hiccup could hear Dagur mumble but just shook his head in exasperation.
The merry making continued as Gobber brought out the buffet. Several Vikings had been helping him transport the food from the Forge to the great Hall and place them on the long table, safely away from any tampering. One such item was a suspicious gigantic cauldron. As per usual it was the newlyweds who got to go first.
"Oh, this smells so good Gobber," Fishlegs said as both he and Heather took a big whiff once they approached. "What did you make for us tonight 'cause you wouldn't let either one of us near your place."
"Well we have our Skause, a very delicious boiled meat stew, with some very tasty sourdough loaves and ground tree-birch bark to go with it. Then we have over here," Gobber indicated towards the rest of the long table inlaid with food "Sliced wild apples, braised mutton, boar meat with cabbage and beans along with several fish dishe-STORMFLY NO!" Gobber shouted suddenly as the Nadder popped her spikey head up near the end of the table where the fish was.
"STORMFLY!" Astrid shouted as well and she was faster than Gobber, tackling her dragon as the Nadder was staring transfixed at all the yummy food. "Stormfly, I have your food right here. Come on girl. Don't you dare eat what's on this table." She warned and then turned towards Hiccup who wasn't that far behind. "Hiccup, where are the baskets of fish for the dragons? She might eat Gobber at this point."
"Eh… coming M'lady!" Hiccup said before he dashed towards the back followed closely by Toothless.
"She better not eat meh," Gobber grumbled. "I'll not be feeding her mutton for a week if she does."
"Right… uhm. This way girl," Astrid said as she led the Nadder and several other dragons towards the baskets of fish Hiccup was bringing out.
Tuffnut, who was close to the apple cider bowl, quirked a brow and then asked "Won't you be feeding her if she eats you? I mean… technically speaking you'd be the food."
"Tuffnut you are one weird lad," Gobber just shook his head.
As the party got underway the guests started to get more raucous, for Vikings at least. "This is great!" Heather proclaimed at the head table as she was flanked by the Chief and her in-laws. As per tradition Stoick sat at the head table but the newlyweds took the middle seats for now. Fishlegs' parents were at the table next to them that was reserved for important dignitaries and family of the bride or groom. So the very drunk Gertha and her husband had been seated next to Dagur and Mala.
"Heather are you drunk?" Fishlegs asked as he looked down at his cup. His wife's cheeks were a bit rosy and he too was also starting to feel a bit warm but he frowned. All they had drunk so far was Gobber's home-made apple cider.
"I'm not drunk silly goose," Heather suspiciously giggled. "But I'm so happy I married you. You make me the happiest woman ever," she said and then leaned closer to whisper in Fishlegs' ear seductively "And I'll make you the happiest man…. Tonight… and any other night..." To say Fishlegs flushed was an understatement. He was quite frankly doing a better impression of a tomato than the tomatoes themselves.
"So did anyone notice?" Ruffnut asked as she approached her brother who was watching the Vikings get drunk from a dimly lit corner of the Great Hall.
"Nah, Operation Cider Spike went off without a hitch, sis," Tuffnut high-fived his sister and then asked "Why are you covered in dirt? I thought you and Snotlout were just going to light the torches leading to the new house for tonight."
"No reason," Ruffnut said as she spotted someone familiar. "Well hello there…" She purred, shoving her brother to the side, before making a beeline for Throk who was sitting at one of the tables. "Me likey," Tuff could hear his sister mutter as she walked away from him. Odin save the poor soul that caught her eye.
Meanwhile, Stoick was overlooking the rowdy hall and frowned. "Gobber…." He softly asked but there was no response. A bit firmer he hissed "GOBBER!"
"Hmm?" Gobber looked up from the mutton he had been devouring.
"Have you seen Snotlout?" the Chief then asked.
"All I've seen is this sexy piece of mutton and that juicy beefcake over there. Hello!" Gobber waged his brows and then stood up. "Excuse me for a minute, Stoick." The Chief who already was used to Gobber's eccentric ways just rolled his eyes and let his friend be.
As Gobber made his way through the merry-making Vikings he passed Gothi and her flock of Terrible Terrors. Said Terrible Terrors thought it would be a good idea to nip at him. "Away with ya. I'm about to go help myself to a snack," Gobber grumbled before walking to the table Throk was at. The same table Ruffnut was approaching.
"Hiccup have you seen Snotlout?" Stoick then asked when he caught sight of his son.
"No dad. I was just helping Astrid to finally open up the mead barrels. Wasn't he supposed to be lighting the torches with Ruffnut?" Hiccup answered.
"What torches?" Fishlegs asked as he frowned.
"Nothing… no one said anything about torches. Nope… No siree."
"But you just said…" Fishlegs muttered.
"Fish I think Heather wants to dance," Hiccup quickly changed the subject before whispering to his dad "I'll go look for Snot."
Stoick nodded as he turned back to his meal. There were whoops from the crowd as the newlyweds walked onto the dance floor which was in the middle of the Hall.
When Hiccup had finally found Snotlout outside he groaned. Snotlout was buried up to his neck in the ground. "Cuz, get me out of here! There are ants in my pants!"
"What did you do to Ruffnut for this to happen? The last time she buried you was when you sat on her mutton by accident," Hiccup questioned as he picked up a shovel that had been deposited nearby.
"What? I did nothing!" Snotlout exclaimed but an unimpressed look from Hiccup caused him to mutter "I may…. May…. have asked Ruffnut on a date. I don't know! Weddings make me emotional!"
"Is this the same woman we are talking about here?" Hiccup questioned. "Because she tried to feed you to a Scauldron once."
"The heart wants what the heart wants." Snotlout passionately stated and then he yelled "NOW GET ME OUT OF HERE. THERE ARE ANTS IN SENSITIVE AREAS!"
It took Hiccup a good solid twenty minutes of grunting to dig Snotlout out and then he flopped down on the grass. "One thing's for sure. Ruffnut knows how to bury a man." He muttered as his cousin tried to wipe the dirt and insects off of him. There was an earthworm in a rather precarious place and Hiccup averted his eyes. When the two finally did get back to the Great Hall all Hellheim had broken loose.
Both Hiccup and Snotlout blinked at the chaos that was unfolding. Some Vikings were brawling, others were swerving around said brawling Vikings with their plates of food and bowls of stew in their hands, happily munching away without a care in the world. Dragons, who were normally quite chill in the Great Hall, resting near the fireplaces or on the rafters, were flying about and jumping from the rafters and tables. Gothi's Terrors had picked her up and she was floating above the chaos while an empty barrel rolled past with Toothless balancing on top. The Night Fury had all four paws trying to keep his balance on the moving barrel. His ears were pointed straight up and so was his tail. It was a comical sight to see but soon the barrel changed course, swerving to dodge an inebriated Viking waving a piece of mutton.
Hiccup winced as Toothless couldn't stop. The barrel swerved and ended up colliding with one of the long tables sending the Nightfury sprawling on top of said table like a starfish. The Vikings who were seated at said table merely lifted their plates when they saw the Night Fury approaching and continued to eat after said dragon had landed. Toothless for his part was rather out of it and just closed his eyes as he lay on the table.
"Hiccup this is the best celebration ever!" Fishlegs exclaimed from under the High table he and Heather were hiding under. Both Snotlout and Hiccup had to look for the source of the voice as the chaos reigned.
"Your mother just got hit with a fish!" Heather protested.
"After what she did to you?" Fishlegs questioned.
"Okay, fair…," she admitted while the newlyweds were joined by Hiccup and Snotlout seeking refuge from the chaos.
"How did this happen?!" Snotlout asked just as Mildew ran past chasing Fungus who was chasing Tuffnut for whatever reason.
"Well…," Fishlegs thought for a minute and then pointed towards a particular long table. "Ruffnut and Gobber got into a fight over who would hit on Throk while Toothless, Hookfang and Fungus managed to down several mead barrels. Then the other dragons followed suit so we're officially out of mead. A drunk Windshear took a bite out of Heather's dress," Here Heather showed off the part of her white dress that had been bitten off. It was luckily just the hem so nothing was ripped further.
"The dragons became rambunctious and caused several Vikings to bump into each other and spill their food. Your Dad's somewhere in the fray because Alvin chucked a large fish at him but Stoick ducked so it hit my mom in the face. She finally woke up from her drunken stupor and then fell backwards with her chair."
"I don't see Astrid," Hiccup frowned as he tried to see through the brawling. Surely Astrid was trying to get this whole situation under control?
"She's over there with the Wing Maidens." Fishlegs pointed towards a corner where Atali, Minden and the others were. Also an unconscious Astrid was slumped on the table and they were fussing over her.
"How did she get knocked out?!" Hiccup asked, surprised. It wasn't like Astrid to get knocked out. 'Did something serious happen to knock Astrid out?' Hiccup's mind questioned.
"When Ruffnut and Gobber started bickering, the mutton he was holding flew out of his hand and hit Astrid on the head," Heather explained. Hiccup let out a sigh of relief. It was just a mutton knock out. It was a bit funny so Hiccup tried to stifle a laugh. His girlfriend would kill him if she found out.
"Wait, if Gobber and Ruffnut are still going at it where is Throk then?" Snotlout now asked, perplexed. Both Heather and Fishlegs pointed towards one of the closer tables. There sat Mala and Dagur who were...sleeping. Dagur still had a mug of mead in one hand while his head was slumped against Mala's shoulder. It was an odd sight to see the pair that calm when the room had descended into….. Well this. But Hiccup assumed that Berserker feasts were probably just like this, maybe more chaotic. And there, under that table, was Throk. Hiding from it all.
"This certainly reminds me of home," Heather chuckled and that just confirmed Hiccup's suspicions that the Berserkers had such rowdy feasts often.
Gothi was still flying high in the Great Hall when everything finally tapered down. The Vikings were drunk and all tuckered out from eating and brawling. Many were sprawled on the tables or giving lazy toasts towards the happy couple for a splendid feast. Snotlout had ventured out into the fray and sneaked food for the four of them as they hid under the table. The dragons too had come off of their high and were sprawled everywhere. Stormfly was snuggled up to Hookfang and Toothless was half hanging over a table snoring. Meatlug had joined them near the High table and Astrid had awoken some time ago but upon seeing the chaos just went back to sleep.
Fishlegs fake coughed to get his new wife's attention. A blush was forming on his cheeks as he asked if they should also retire for the night.
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The newlyweds had expected that their wedding day wasn't going to go smoothly. It was already said as the days counted down to today when they married, it wasn't going to be easy, but they'd find a way to make things work and they would be happy. Fishlegs and Heather were glad that despite the madness that ensued on their big day, everything worked out and they had a wonderful day. No wedding was complete without laughter, and some drama. All of that happened, but the ceremony and reception were both fine, and the lovers enjoyed their night with their guests. Now, it was late and some had begun to leave, or get rowdier because they were drunk; Heather and Fishlegs were on the same page with their thoughts about it being time to leave as well and go have the rest of their wedding celebrations in private. Things had gotten far too crazy, and before anything else happened, they should leave.
It took a little time to get out of the madness taking place in the hall, the couple had to safely pass the message to Hiccup about wanting to leave. Thankfully, the man understood and rounded up the rest of their friends, also Mala and Dagur. It took a little time to wake up Dagur, Mala, and Astrid, but soon the friends were making their way out of the hall. Mala was supporting Dagur and Hiccup did the same for Astrid. Finally, Heather and Fishlegs were out of the hall and walking hand in hand with their friends. Heather had adjusted to have her arm around Fishlegs', and her head on his shoulder, smiling softly and eyes closed. She trusted that Fishlegs wouldn't let her misstep and fall. The walk wasn't long, and mostly quiet, but the small group reached the home belonging to Fishlegs and Heather.
"Well, here we are," Hiccup told Fishlegs, handing him the keys to the place. "We got it done earlier today, and moved yours and Heather's things in while you two were getting ready." He informed.
"We didn't unpack anything," Astrid added. "And only put furniture in a basic way. I'm sure you two will handle making this house your home,"
Heather nodded, lifting her head up and opening her eyes now. "It can be a honeymoon project," she smiled. Fishlegs agreed with her, it would be fun.
"Would you like the honors?" Fishlegs asked Heather, holding up the key to their hut's locked door. Heather beamed as she took the key from him and inserted the key, then turned it to unlock position and pulled the key out. Heather opened the door and leaned into Fishlegs, seeing the main room.
"You two have a good night, and enjoy your honeymoon," Mala stated gently.
"But you will be nice with my little sister!" Dagur warned, still asleep, and drunk. "If you hurt her, you're dead."
"Dagur!" Heather glared at him. The statement could be taken as Dagur warning Fishlegs to be a good husband to Heather, never physically or emotionally hurting her, but Fishlegs knew that Dagur meant that context, plus not hurting her tonight when they consummated the marriage. "Fishlegs is a good guy, and he's not gonna hurt me. You know that, or you wouldn't have let me marry him! Stop threatening my husband!"
"Heather," Fishlegs patted her hand. "It's okay…I get it. I have siblings too, and I'd want to make sure they'll be okay with the person they marry. You're his only sister, he's protective. I'm not holding it against him," He said lightly to his wife. "You have my word, sir. I'll never harm Heather." Fishlegs vowed with a bow of his head.
"Will we see you tomorrow morning before we leave?" Mala wondered.
"Yes, we'll probably come join everyone for breakfast, Mala," Heather replied.
"And see you off before we return here to start unpacking and get settled in," Fishlegs added to his wife's statement.
"And you better come visit too," Dagur interjected.
"Of course we will, and we'll stay in contact with letters," Heather promised.
"Good…" Dagur nodded.
"Go on now," Mala smiled.
Fishlegs and Heather nodded, smiling. The two walked into their home as Fishlegs started to close the door. "Thank you for such a great evening," Fishlegs told his friends, brother and sister in law. "It was a lot of ups and downs, but ultimately fun and we couldn't have asked for a better wedding."
"No problem!" Ruffnut and Tuffnut said together, winking.
"Yeah, no prob, Fishface," Snotlout gave a side smile and thumbs up.
"We're glad you liked everything, even though it got a little crazy sometimes," Astrid said. "Have fun!"
"You're welcome, my friend." Hiccup replied. "Thank you for letting us all be part of it."
"We couldn't have asked for a better night, or friends and family like all of you," Heather informed. "And don't worry," She paused, grinning a little. "We will,"
Fishlegs' ears burned red, understanding the insinuation. "Good night!" The door closed, leaving Heather and Fishlegs inside their house, alone. The voices of their friends and family were getting farther away and fading, which was some relief to Fishlegs that they weren't going to try and hang around the house while he and Heather did their thing. Fishlegs was grateful to Hiccup, Astrid, and Mala for shoving the others away from the house, because they had intended on staying.
"Well, here we are…" Heather turned towards her husband and looked into his green eyes with her own. "Should we…Continue our marital celebrations in…Our room?" She asked. "Or maybe tour the house and make our way to the room?" Heather wondered.
"We can do whatever you like. I'm okay with anything, as long as it's with you," Fishlegs replied softly. "But we have our whole vacation to arrange and tour the house…We only have this one wedding night," Fishlegs held her hands in his, looking into her eyes lovingly. "I think we should enjoy it and do what married couples do on this night…"
"Then let's get to the bedroom, and make it ours," Heather smiled, agreeing with Fishlegs about the idea.
The two moved together to their room, taking in some sights of the slightly darkened home as they did so they were getting a little tour out of this. Reaching the bedroom, Fishlegs opened the door and lifted Heather up into his arms bridal-style as she giggled and locked her arms around his neck. Fishlegs used his foot to close the door and carry Heather to their bed, then he gently laid her down and remained over her, but also careful of putting all his weight down. Fishlegs, unfortunately, had always been on the bigger side and he was insecure about it, but Heather never judged him. She always remained supportive and loving, one of the many reasons Fishlegs fell for her and knew she was the one for him.
Heather looked up into his eyes, using one of her hand's fingers to play with the back of Fishlegs' hair. "You've made me the happiest man alive, Heather. I love you," Fishlegs declared.
"I love you too, Fishlegs…" Heather drew him down and kissed him. "Make me yours, please?" Fishlegs was nervous, and that was easy to see. But Heather was too, so it was okay. Fishlegs wanted this, and so did Heather, so who were they to deny one another since they were finally married? "But slowly…I want to feel everything, and remember this night as long as I'm alive…"
"Of course," Fishlegs nodded. "It can be memorable for both of us," He added. He'd talked to some married men during preparations for the ceremony, most of them said just go in and do it, but that wasn't Fishlegs' style. He was very careful, and liked to make sure all was good before proceeding, and he was sure in a situation like this, Heather would appreciate it too.
/Lemon Start/
Fishlegs only took a moment to compose himself, and then he leaned down to capture Heather's lips, and she had moved to meet the action with him. The kiss they shared was simple, but grew to be more passion-filled and held longer with their tongues eventually dancing with one another. As the kissing went on, Fishlegs' hands and legs were on either side of her figure while Heather's arms were wrapped around his neck and pulled him down onto her for more. The fire between them only grew wild and out of control, they could feel the heat between them intensifying; they loved it and didn't want to stop. While the kiss went on, Heather adjusted a bit to be able to pull up the shirt Fishlegs was wearing, and he allowed her to, breaking the kiss only a moment to let the fabric come up and over his head, then he knelt back more to get it off his arms. Fishlegs helped to bring Heather up, the kissing resuming as she began to run her slender fingers along his revealed skin gently.
At some point in the kissing, Heather brought Fishlegs' hands to her figure, and set them to begin working at her dress ties. Fishlegs nervously untied the strings, and then both of them stood for Heather to let the dress fall from her shoulders to the floor. Heather stepped out and kicked the clothing away from her. The redness burning on her cheeks showed Fishlegs that while she wanted this, she was a little embarrassed to be fully nude before him for the first time ever. Swallowing his own nervousness, Fishlegs moved to kick off his boots to the side and then removed his belt, tossing it somewhere he couldn't see. Fishlegs went for the ties of his pants next, but Heather came before him and took over. "Let me?..." Heather asked. Fishlegs moved his hands down and let Heather untie the strings, she went to take down his pants and probably his underwear too in the same motion, but leaned up to kiss her husband deeply. Fishlegs returned the action fully as Heather then removed the bottoms a bit. Fishlegs kept the kiss going and took over to let his draws fall, and step out.
Now, both of them were naked, and Heather stopped the kiss to admire her husband. Fishlegs couldn't help but take a look at Heather too, she was gorgeous. Heather giggled a little, pulling Fishlegs by his arms lightly to the bed. Heather sat first, then laid as she invited Fishlegs to come join her. Fishlegs gulped a bit, but he got on the bed and laid over her carefully. The kissing picked right back up until Fishlegs' hands began to feel up her sides and arms, earning a light gasp of enjoyment from Heather. Fishlegs smiled and then concentrated his kisses away from her soft pink lips, he moved along her jaw-line and to her earlobe which he gave a nibble to and she lightly moaned. Seeing as she hadn't asked him to stop yet, Fishlegs focused his kisses down her neck. He could tell she liked the way it felt based on the fact she moved her head a bit to give him more access and found also that she had a sensitive spot where he was kissing and sucking a little.
"Mm, Fishlegs," Heather moaned lightly while running her fingers through the back of his blonde hair and gripping a little which made Fishlegs smile, it was his queue she wanted to keep going so he wouldn't deny her what she wanted. They both did, and why wouldn't they after all the waiting to be allowed to enjoy such intimacies. Fishlegs was determined to give Heather the best night of her life, even being that she promised that tonight, she would make him the happiest man alive. He already was with her in his life, and now, as his wife. Fishlegs brought his lips back to hers, and they resumed their deep kissing. It wasn't taking too long for either of them to feel the building heat between them, for Fishlegs; he could feel the warmth and increasing wetness against his manhood from Heather's lower area. And Heather could very easily feel Fishlegs' hardening member at her core. Still, while it would be simple to just go for it as Fishlegs was suggested to do; he wouldn't just jump in. "Touch me…" Heather requested hopefully.
Fishlegs adjusted to have his weight be on mostly his knees as he moved his hands to her shoulder and lightly slid them down Heather's shoulders and arms, enjoying the feel of her soft skin on his fingertips and hands. Fishlegs just rubbed along her sides and hips, then Heather guided his touch to her midsection and let his hands rest on her breasts. It took a second or two for Fishlegs to understand she wanted him to rub them, so he began doing so, very carefully, though. Heather gave an exhale of relief almost, closing her eyes at the feeling he gave her, his hands were very soft. It honestly made Heather shudder with excitement, desiring more from him. Fishlegs continued these actions on her perfect breasts, letting his hands do everything as if he was anticipating what she wanted. Fishlegs massaged her boobs, thumbing over the nipples and getting increasingly louder moans from his wife.
"O-Oh…Fishlegs," Heather gasped, raising her head towards the ceiling, eyes still closed. After a few minutes, Heather brought her arms up and around Fishlegs' neck, drawing him down into another passionate kiss. The two did this for a little bit, Heather rocking her hips up into him to create the motion of them rubbing their lower halves against one another. Feeling her womanhood rocking against his length made Fishlegs moan, though it was muffled by their kissing. The rocking eventually caused Fishlegs' manhood to line up perfectly with Heather's core, and when she felt his tip at her core, her movements stopped and she broke the kiss to look at him.
"Sorry…" Fishlegs glanced down.
"No, no…It's okay, Fishlegs. I don't mind, and I want you to do it," Heather informed as Fishlegs looked at her again.
"Y-You do?" Fishlegs asked and Heather nodded. "Are you ready, a-and sure?" He inquired.
"I'm beyond sure, and have been ready," Heather replied. "I want this. I want you to make me yours completely," She stroked his cheek slightly, still looking into his eyes. "Take me, Fishlegs…Please?"
Not wanting to waste time and risk Heather thinking he didn't want this too, he pushed his nervousness down and shifted a little to get better control for entering her. "I-I was told this could hurt you a little, and to go slow." Fishlegs mentioned.
Heather nodded to him. "I was told the same, but that it wouldn't be so bad if you did it fast and then gave me a few moments to adjust…"
"What do you want me to do?" Fishlegs questioned.
"I'm enjoying the slow, so…Let's try that and if it's hurting too much, we can just go fast," Heather stated.
"Whatever you want," Fishlegs responded gently as he smiled at her. Heather opened her legs more and Fishlegs took a small breath before beginning to urge his hips forward to enter her womanhood with his length. For Fishlegs, his total focus was on Heather to make sure she wasn't hurting too badly, but he couldn't deny the incredible feeling of having his member being encased in the warmth of Heather's core. It was like being hugged, and Fishlegs couldn't ignore the desire to just get in to have that feeling over his entire length. Aside from all that, the feeling was very pleasurable. Heather, on the other hand, felt a slight stinging at the intrusion and took notice of her core being stretched to take Fishlegs inside her. Heather hissed, gripped Fishlegs' arms and closed her eyes tightly. Fishlegs stopped instantly. "Are you okay?"
Heather managed a nod, panting a little to control her breathing. "Y-Yes. Just stings a little," Heather admitted. "But I'm okay, it's not bad and I can take it. Keep going…"
Fishlegs nodded to her as he continued to push himself inside her slowly. Fishlegs felt the slight resistance he'd been told about earlier this morning, he knew this was the part that hurt the most because he had to push past it, like breaking a barricade. Fishlegs bent down to kiss Heather, and once she was into that, distracted, Fishlegs thrust his hips forward to enter Heather fully. His wife tensed, and broke the kiss as she gripped him. "I'm sorry…I-I got told that would require a little more force to get through…"
"Y-You're fine, babe," Heather reassured. "It hurts, but it'll fade. I just need a little time to get used to it,"
"Take all the time you need, love," Fishlegs told her. Heather smiled as they both stayed still, at least until Heather lightly pulled Fishlegs down to resume their kissing as it took her mind of the slight discomfort if being penetrated. As they made out, the feeling Heather felt before faded off and she broke their kissing to look at her husband.
"You can move now," Heather stated.
Fishlegs began to rock his hips slowly bringing his length in and out of her. "Is this alright?" Fishlegs asked lightly. Heather nodded, little moans starting to come forward. The movements were kept steady and a little force, he wouldn't try anything more unless Heather wanted it.
"Mm, Fishlegs. It feels good," Heather moaned out with her eyes closed.
"It really does. I love you," Fishlegs replied with soft pants from the feeling he felt of rocking his hips into her.
"I love you too!" Heather kept her arms around his neck and drew him closer to kiss again, it broke a minute later. "You can move a little faster," She said, more or less requesting. Fishlegs started to move his hips a bit faster until Heather's moans gave him the signal he was at whatever she was looking for. "Mm! Gods…" Heather breathed heavy. It was unreal how amazing it felt, and Fishlegs could tell his release was building up quicker now. Heather's constant tightening wasn't helping any, and the last thing Fishlegs wanted was to finish before his wife and leave her unsatisfied. Dagur would kill him for sure.
This went on for a bit, Fishlegs and Heather both panting harder. Heather was moaning and Fishlegs was doing the same, but quieter grunting as he tried to think of anything but how good it felt and that he wanted to finish. It wasn't working, though. "I-I'm not going to last much longer…" Fishlegs admitted with embarrassment.
"S'ok…Me either," Heather confessed, kissing him quickly again. "Oh, mmm!" She moaned. "Harder…" Fishlegs looked at her with a little surprise. "Harder, Fishlegs…Please go harder!" She practically begged. How could Fishlegs deny her? He just hoped it wouldn't drive him over the edge right away. Fishlegs shifted a little to be on his knees, and setting his arms on either side of Heather's sides, then he began rocking his hips harder. "Gods!" Heather cried out, her legs lifting off the beg to get around Fishlegs' waist the best she could, and spreading them apart more. It instantly gave Fishlegs more access to be going deeper with his thrusts.
It felt too good, but Fishlegs tried to hold on. "Heather…I'm going to…" Fishlegs grit his teeth.
"Me…T-Too!" Heather pulled him down so she could kiss him again. "I'm…Right there. J-Just a little more, please!?" She pleaded. "Fa-Faster!" Fishlegs complied as Heather arched her back a little, and started to find the rhythm so she could rock her hips to meet Fishlegs' movements. "Mm, Fishlegs…H-Har-Harder!" Again, Fishlegs did as she asked despite being at his breaking point.
"I-I can't anymore!" Fishlegs groaned in pleasure.
"Gods…Don't stop! Please don't stop! I'm-Ah!" Heather gasped as she felt Fishlegs manage to push himself to go harder, faster, and deeper; it triggered her climax instantly. "Yes! Fishlegs, oh, Gods yes!" Heather moaned out, arching and tightening.
Fishlegs felt her release, there was force and she nearly pushed him out along with a squirt of warm liquid coming from her womanhood. Fishlegs gave another hard, fast, and deep thrust against the force of her pushing him out, and he released immediately, spilling within her. "Heather!" Fishlegs moaned. His length twitched within her, and Heather's walls spasmed around him. The lovers breathed heavy, sweating, and riding out the orgasmic feeling as long as possible while kissing one another in between.
Heather and Fishlegs calmed down, but still felt the residual feelings of their amazing sexual experience. When Fishlegs went soft, he withdrew his length from Heather's sensitive core and got off the bed to find something for them to clean up with. Fishlegs, of course, let Heather wipe first, then himself before he climbed back into bed beside his wife and they cuddled up together.
"Amazing…Everything has been amazing…" Heather looked up at him. "I love you, Fishlegs."
Fishlegs smiled, holding his wife close and giving her a kiss. "I love you too, Heather,"
/Lemon End/
AN:
"Hello everyone, betcha didn't expect this team up but welcome to the madness" (Harry, Vala and Nightstar wave at the readers)
Harry: "I think we broke them,"
Nightstar: "Popcorn?"
Harry: "Don't mind if I do,"
Vala: "I have wine to celebrate!"
Harry: "You are not feeding wine to my Porg agai-wait, where is the Porg?"
Vala: "Oven,"
Harry: "MAH PORG!"
Nightstar: "This happen often?"
Vala: "Fairly regularly, wine?"
Nightstar: (shrugs) "Welp, if this is the norm then I'm down. And no wine, but will take a Sex on the Beach,"
Harry: "I ALREADY HAVE ONE PORGACIDAL MANIAC TO DEAL WITH. I DON'T WANT TWO!"