Enpowera: I'm iffy about the chapter, but the show must go on. This chapter is mostly written for fluff and filler.


Time flew by, days turning into weeks which turned into a month. A month of grueling training with Brenna during the day and stolen kisses -just kisses- with Dagur during the night. Hiccup's petite form now showed muscles built from training daily while emotionally she was becoming stronger as well. She no longer lost herself into the thrill of the fight, instead keeping a cool head on her shoulders while her body acted on instinct. Brenna was very proud of her pupil, gladly giving her a day off to enjoy the festival to honor Frigga as spring came towards an end.

At the moment, Hiccup was sitting down while patiently waiting for the maid to finish weaving some pretty flowers into her hair. Most of her long hair was loose, except for her bangs that were styled into a crown braid. She wore a light, airy, white silk dress to show her status as being a young maiden. She kept her feet bare, as was also tradition. Hiccup felt a bit nervous, hoping Dagur would like her appearance.

"All done," the maid chimed happily.

"Thank you," Hiccup thanked, taking a peek at herself in the polished metal hung on her wall that served as a mirror.

The maid smiled and after a quick compliment, scurried off. Hiccup followed suit, exiting her room to try and find Dagur. She ventured out into the now familiar town, keeping an eye out for his signature helmet and armor. Hiccup spotted him in a dressier outfit for the day. Dagur wore a blue silk tunic and high quality brown deer skin pants, along with his usual leather boots.

"Dagur! Wait up!" Hiccup called, waving to him.

Dagur turned around from the man he was talking to and lost his breath as he took sight of Hiccup. The man he was talking to was stunned as well.

"Sir, you are a very lucky man," He whispered.

It was all Dagur could do to nod dumbly. "H-Hey!"

"Hi Dagur," Hiccup smiled as she reached him, "how's the festival set up going?"

"G-Great, like you!" Dagur took a few moments to realize what he said, "Uh, what I mean is - they're going on great! But y-you do look great too, ehe…"

"Thanks," Hiccup blushed very red, getting the compliment out of the word stumbles, "any idea when all the fun is starting? I just finished getting ready, so I don't know how stuff is progressing."

"About noon," Dagur explained, "since that's when the sun is at its highest and all."

Hiccup nodded, "I'll go walk around until it begins then. " She went to go explore the decorations.

"Bye!" Dagur waved to her and wondered how he was going to survive this festival with Hiccup looking like that.

An hour or so later had Hiccup heading towards a large hill that was the delegated sacrifice spot. A prized boar was to be slaughtered in honor of Frigga in hopes she'd bless the land. Hiccup headed towards the prime spot for viewing where Oswald was sitting along with Dagur and Brynjar. Brenna was standing towards the center of the ceremonial area, dressed similar to Hiccup, only her gown was green. Brenna wielded a large ceremonial dagger. Hiccup took her spot next to Dagur, leaning close to him as the sacrifice part of the festivals always made her feel ill. Dagur didn't mind such, as he was use to it and also didn't mind Hiccup's closer proximity.

Chanting in their ancient nordic tongue began after a signal from Brenna, giving praise to Frigga and the All Father. Brenna raised the dagger as the chanting reached its peak, and sliced it with great force across the boar's neck, spilling its blood into a ceremonial bowl. She marked her face with the blood before making rounds around the gathered people. All gathered silently gave a prayer to Frigga as they were marked. If they gave a personal offering later, it was believed the prayer would be answered if it was worthy.

Hiccup amazed herself by not flinching as the blood was marked on her. The religious aspect overrode her disgust with bloodshed.

Dagur didn't even flinch when he was marked, being so used to bloodshed.

Brenda finished the ceremony, dismissing everyone to feast and give offerings. The boar would be burnt at sundown to go with the bonfire and festive dancing.

"How'd I do, father?" Brenna asked as she bounded up to Oswald.

"Good. Hopefully Frigga is pleased," Oswald complimented, "you need her blessing more than anyone."

"..."Brenna gave no comment as she went to go hang out with her husband.

"What was that about?" Hiccup whispered.

"Dad's worried Brenna might not be...capable of producing heirs, since there's been no sign of one despite her marriage," Dagur whispered back.

"Oh…" poor Brenna Hiccup nodded in understanding. It was extremely shaming for a woman not to produce a child. "Um...let's go eat" and change the subject.

"Yup!" Dagur was also thankful for the change in subject as he headed with Hiccup to the mead hall.

Hiccup feasted for an hour or so before sneaking off to head towards the temple to prayer and leave her offering. She let the incense, left a few gold coins, knelt and prayed. Please let me be a proper wife on day and produce strong heirs. And please give Brenna that happiness too.

Hiccup stood and left, rushing to rejoin the feast. I wonder how it's going with the dragons on Berk.


Well, to say the ceremony to Frigga with dragons involved was...interesting, to say the least. First came having to explain why they were holding the celebration, then preparing for it and figuring out what the dragons could and couldn't do.

"This would be so much easier if Hiccup were here," Stoick groaned.

"That it would," Toothless agreed. He tried, but he didn't have that certain thing about him that Hiccup did when it came to other dragons.

"I wonder how Hiccup is doing…" Stoick pondered, "its her first time being away from home on a Holiday."

"We could send her a letter asking?" Toothless suggested.

"We'll see her at the Thing in a few weeks...I'll ask her then," Stoick stated, "I'm just terrified I'll find that she eloped while away...how do I know they're providing proper chaperoning?"

"I don't think they wants to mate with her, so of course he'll try anything to ward off anyone to get close to her," Toothless never really did get how to be tactful in responses.

"...I'm gunna be a grandfather aren't I?" Stoick paled at the thought of his little girl doing that.

"Eh, most likely," Toothless just shrugged.

"Relax, Stoick. Hiccup is a good lassie and wouldn't sleep with a boy willy nilly, "Gobber reassured, " Toothless is use to dragon bluntness with the issues, but us vikings have more tact."

Stoick nodded. "We should focus on our own celebration. I'm sure her guards are doing their job anyway and chaperoning."

"Better than Snotlout did when she was here at least," Toothless went to see how preparation was going for the dragons.

There were no words to describe it... Except chaos, pure and simple.

"Ehhh. At least the bonfire is goin'" Gobber sweatdropped.

"AHHHH!" A viking ran by with his butt on fire.

"Make that multiple bonfires,"

~~~Back to Our Original Programming~~~

The afternoon had passed by in a blur and soon Hiccup and the others were gathering for the lighting of the bonfire. One last group prayer and Brenna dropped a torch to light the flames.

"Let the dance begin~" She called out as the music changed to a more lively tune.

The dance was more for the younger folk to have fun with their respective spouse/betrothed/lover. Hiccup could sum it up as dancing in circles around the fire, starting off by yourself. She smiled as Dagur joined her after a little urging from his father. The steps were very lighthearted and fun. Hiccup giggled a bit as she stumbled into Dagur's arms and -after making sure no one was watching- he gave her a quick kiss. He would later blame all the mead they'd been drinking.

Kiss me out of the bearded barley

Nightly, beside the green, green grass

Swing, swing, swing the spinning step

You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.

The two of them stumbled off to enjoy each other in a bit more private a place. Hiccup made Dagur sway with her to the faintly heard music. She leaned up for more kisses, feeling flirty and playful, enjoying the atmosphere.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance

Silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me

Hiccup gave a small shriek as Dagur scooped her up to go to an even more secluded spot so that they could actual privacy that didn't rely on everyone being drunk (on mead or each other). Plopping down into some soft grass, their kissing continued. The couple started getting more and more handsy.

There ain't no reason you and me should be alone

Tonight, yeah, baby! (Tonight, yeah, baby!)

And I got a reason that you're who should take me home tonight (Tonight)

I need a man that thinks it's right when it's so wrong

Tonight, yeah, baby! (Tonight, yeah, baby!)

Right on the limits where we know we both belong tonight\

Somewhere along the way Hiccup's hair came out of its crown braid, so it hung completely loose around her, letting her hair be as wild as her spirit tonight. Things were going further than Hiccup could have dreamed, but it felt so right, even as clothes seemed to get misplaced.

It's hard to feel the rush, to brush the dangerous

I'm gonna run right to, to the edge with you

Where we can both fall far in love

"Hiccup, are you sure?" Dagur asked in a moment of sobriety. Gods let her say yes.

"Of course…" Hiccup assured, leaning up to kiss him.

I'm on the edge of glory, and I'm hanging on a moment of truth

Out on the edge of glory, and I'm hanging on a moment with you

I'm on the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge,

I'm on the edge of glory, and I'm hanging on a moment with you

I'm on the edge with you.

Dagur cuddled Hiccup afterwards, feeling the rush of content feelings.

"Marry me?" No way was he letting her go.

"Of course," Hiccup sleepily consented.

Just as sleep started to claim the couple, there was a moment of panic as they gathered up their clothes and went to rush home, lest they be caught in an awkward position.

~~~A few Weeks later~~~

There was a rush as everyone was packing to go to the Thing while Hiccup was packing to go home to Berk after the Thing. She would be staying with her father in the month or so leading up to her coming of age ceremony and then her and Dagur's wedding. It hadn't been decided where she'd live afterwards. Brenna had dubbed her training satisfactory, so Hiccup was hoping for Berk, but with Dagur soon to be chief, it might not be quite possible.

Brenna was eyeing the girl suspiciously. The shy looks passed between Hiccup and Dagur were huge red flags in her opinion. She'd notice it ever since the night after Frigga's festival. A few days later had been when Dagur brought up requesting Hiccup's father for permission to wed her. She just knew they'd had sex. Especially since Hiccup had that smile on her face and wrapped her arms protectively around her midsection. It might be early yet, but Brenna was sure Hiccup had missed her monthly bleed (given how much misery the girl was in during the previous one). Given how her baby brother wasn't fawning over her in his over the top manner, he probably was not informed yet. That will be interesting to see. A twinge of jealousy did fill Brenna, but only a mild one. She, herself, hadn't bled either for a few months, so even without symptoms she might be expecting as well. Since she was a warrior, her bleeding always came and went so it was hard to say.

Both women's trains of thought were interrupted as they rushed to make it to the ship taking them to the sacred grounds the Thing was held on. All their things were loaded aboard and soon they were off on the three day long voyage. Oswald, being smarter than he let on, had assigned Dagur and Hiccup a joint room, stating it'd be a waste of space for Hiccup to be given a room that'd be left empty. That earned snickers from Brenna and blushes from Hiccup. Both of Hiccup's guards looked mortified at realizing they'd failed in their secondary duties as chaperones.

Time passed slowly aboard the ship. Brenna spared with her husband, Hiccup read, and Dagur was getting cabin fever very rapidly.

"Talk to Hiccup," Oswald suggested.

"Read a book," Hiccup barely glanced up, "or go spar with your sister."

"Go harass your lover," Brenna had her husband pinned in a very awkward position.

"Dagur, I love you, but I've been dying to read this book for ages,"

"Father! I'm bored."

"Go fishing,"

Thus was life aboard a ship.