Hello and welcome to day 5 of Snoggletog, where we have a little Hiccstrid in store for you this fine evening.

Your support on the two-shot was just amazing, and when I woke up to all of your kind reviews, it really set me up for a great day. So thank you so much.

Also, due to said support, another angst/thriller two-shot shall be coming up in this series, continuing on slightly from the last, so look out for that!

But for now, please enjoy this story I have written about the two lovebirds enjoying a romantic Snoggletog night together, set between movies two and three.

*Warning* Any or all of these stories could contain minor inconsistencies but hey, they are just one-shots, they aren't going to be perfect :))

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Waiting. Something which can drag on for centuries and yet, in reality, only cover a mere few minutes. Something which can leave you hanging, on edge for as long as humanly possible before the universe cracks, and finally brings all you have been waiting for.

Hiccup stood, tapping his foot nervously as he drank a cup of a new-and-vastly-improved Yaknog.

The Snoggletog Ball. An event which Vikings longed to attend for the entire year. it was the only evening of the year when not one viking had a task they were obliged to do.

Except the chief.

Dressed in a slim black tuxedo with a crease-free white shirt, Hiccup, the new chief of the island of Berk, waited for his date to arrive so they could commence the dancing.

Berk's classic strung lanterns look was prominent in the Great Hall, which had an entirely new setup solely for the event. Tables had been cleared and space had been made to make room for a dance floor, where male and female Vikings alike stood upon its outskirts, waiting desperately to make their debut.

But Vikings were a species of tradition, and they never strayed from their past actions when it fell under circumstances like this. And this meant they had to wait for the future Chieftess of Berk to arrive to take the first dance with Chief Hiccup before any of them could join in.

Hiccup wasn't much of a dancer himself; it wasn't so much that he had two left feet, but rather none, and he could tell you that slow dancing with a prosthetic is not as easy as you'd assume.

Astrid, who was always on-time to everywhere, no matter the weather or the occasion, was already ten minutes late, and as much as Hiccup hated to keep the other Vikings waiting, he was also eager to see her himself. What could possibly have caused Astrid Hofferson to take so long?

"Don't worry, Hiccup. She'll be here soon," Heather placed her hand on his shoulder, as he stared at the vast oak double doors ahead. Hiccup nodded back at her.

They had made the decision to invite Dagur and Heather, as well as the Defenders of the Wing and the Wingmaidens. They were their allies, and Snoggletog means celebrating with all.

Fishlegs had asked Heather, whilst Snotlout brought Minden and Daguerre brought Mala. Ruffnut had also somehow managed to convince Eret to go with her, though he looked as if he was regretting it now, and Tuffnut was quite happy in his own little wirld with Chicken, who was also waearing a tux.

All that was missing was Astrid. Heather and Ruffnut had been helping her get ready, but having given up, they left Valka with the task.

And now he was playing the waiting game. The long, vast, lengthy waiting game.

Just moments later, the doors to the Great hall sprung open, and everyone's heads whipped around, gasps and 'oohs' being omitted from their mouths. Hiccup abruptly stood up.

There she was, walking towards then as if she was on a catwalk, a ounce in her step and a sway in her hips. Everything suddenly seemed to move in slow motion, as Hiccup took in every detail about her.

She wore a slim fitting baby blue dress, with a mermaid cut, the train trailing just one step behind her. Her hair was half-up-half-down, long, silky blonde waves flowing down her back as gently as a rippling ocean, whilst tiny plaits framed her face, making her look prettier than ever. A light blue flower rests just above her right ear, and she tucked a few loose strands behind it as she walked. Her figure was immaculate, the dress hugging her in all of the correct places, and a light sparkle was dazzling off of it, the lanterns above also shining perfectly onto the tiny diamond brooch, worn as a belt. Her eyes sparkled, like reflecting rays of the sun, and her smile was as wide and perfect as any to exist.

Hiccup was left speechless. He had never seen anyone or anything as pretty as Astrid, especially not in that moment. But something wasn't right. She looked amazing but not fully like herself.

"So, what do you think?" Still in his trance, it took Hiccup a moment to realise that she was now standing right in front of him, her hands clasped nearly at her waist, awaiting a response.

"...wow..." Was all Hiccup could muster, and Astrid laughed, and drew him into a kiss.

Instead of time slowing down, it seemed to have stopped altogether, as the chief felt his lips press gently onto Astrid's. They were soft, moving carefully over his, and he closed his eyes, the beauty of her now overwhelming him.

The entire room around them were watching, some cheering, others catcalling, but Hiccup didn't care. He just wanted to stay in that moment for all of eternity, never even resurfacing for air.

But when they finally drew apart, they stayed locked-eyed, amazing into one another lovingly.

"You look gorgeous, m'lady, but I know you well enough to know that this is too over the top, even for you, so please, don't keep me in suspense any longer and show me the little Astrid-y touch you have added.

She smiled, a deep, wide, cheesy grin as she hoisted up the skirt of the dress a little.

Instead of the heels everyone presumed she'd be wearing, she wore her boots, laced up tight, ready for running or fighting if ever necessary. Hiccup laughed as he also noticed the little dagger she had stashed away at the corner of her left ankle.

"There's my girl."

And they danced the night away, never breaking touch once, whether fully engrossed in the dancing or chatting to people, their hands perpetually intertwined.

And it was on that Snoggletog night, that Hiccup knew he had indeed truly mettle love of his life.