Wedding Day

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A sequel to the engagement oneshot. There is some kinda sexy stuff near the end. Nothing super graphic but I did include the start of their consummation just be she's irs an important milestone for them considering they were both virgins until marriage. Also, happy Independence Day! I'm uploading this now because I don't know what my schedule will be like the rest of this holiday weekend.

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Hiccup grinned as Astrid's arm brushed against his. They were currently sitting in the Great Hall, enjoying the feast that was the first part of their wedding ceremony. Valka had wanted to cook, but thankfully the young chief had talked her out of it, and so the bride, groom, and the rest of the village were eating lamb chops, sautéed cabbage, potatoes, and yak butter parfaits - all of which were made by Fishlegs and his parents. Mead was the beverage of choice. After all, what would a Viking feast be without mead?

However, the soon-to-be newlyweds had more on their minds than the feast. Hiccup couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful Astrid looked in her wedding attire. She was wearing a sleeveless, pale blue dress that hugged her body in all the right places and grazed the top of her moccasins, which had been bleached white. She'd left her hair down, and Valka had helped her put in a small braid on each side of her head. The two braids had then been pinned together in the back, allowing them to intermix with her loose, wavy blonde locks. She always looked pretty, but at this moment, she was downright gorgeous.

The young chief's mind then wandered to what would happen after the ceremony. He and Astrid would be escorted to the Haddock house by a few select Vikings - Valka, Gobber, Fishlegs, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, and Snotlout. The escorts would watch them go into the master bedroom before leaving them in peace. After that, he and his new wife would consummate the marriage - a concept that was both exciting and terrifying to him.

He didn't want to mess anything up, and most definitely didn't want to hurt her. He'd heard that the first time was always painful for the woman, but that didn't make him feel any better about the possibility of causing her discomfort. And what about undressing? Was he supposed to undress first? Was he supposed to help her slip out of her dress? Also, where was he supposed to touch her? Did he need to ask before he put his hands on her skin, or would she be expecting that?

Little did he know, Astrid was also thinking about consummation. She very much wanted to give Hiccup her virginity, but the idea of undressing in front of him made her nervous. If she had to pick anyone to see her body, it would be her best friend and soon-to-be husband, but that didn't stop her from worrying that she wouldn't meet any expectations he might have. What if she was too flat-chested? What if he'd expected her to wax, like so many Viking women did?

She was also scared that she wouldn't know what to do to him. She knew that he'd probably stroke her down there in preparation for when he entered her, but she wasn't sure how to please him. She didn't know if heated kissing would satisfy him, or if he'd expect her to give him pleasure in places other than his mouth. But how would she go about that? And then there was the most pressing concern: what if he was too big for her? How embarrassing would it be if he couldn't slide all the way in? She quickly took a sip of her mead, hoping that no one had noticed her blushing cheeks.

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"Let it be known," Tuffnut began. Hiccup and Astrid were standing before him, facing each other. Toothless sat beside them with a grin on his face. A crowd gathered around the four, waiting in anticipation of the officiating of the union. "Let it be known that Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, son of the deceased Stoick the Vast, and Astrid Hofferson, daughter of the deceased Freya..." He paused. "Wow, so much death."

Hiccup glared at his friend. "Just keep going, Tuff."

"Let it be known," Tuffnut restarted. "That Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, son of the deceased Stoick the Vast, and Astrid Hofferson, daughter of the deceased Freya, are now joined together in marriage, a union that cannot be broken except for in the depths of Valhalla."

At the completion of those words, Hiccup quickly bent down to capture his new wife's lips with his own.

"You may continue kissing the bride," Tuffnut said.

The crowd cheered. Valka, Gobber, and Snotlout wiped a few tears from their eyes.

"Are you crying?" Ruffnut asked Snotlout as she narrowed her eyes.

"No. Maybe. Don't judge me!" responded the dark-haired Viking. "It's just...I'm sad that Hiccup got married before I did." He sniffled. "Yeah...that's it."

"Shut up!" Tuffnut shouted.

Everyone grew silent.

"And now, may I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Hiccup Haddock." Grabbing the newlyweds' shoulders, he turned them around so that they were facing the audience.

The crowd let out another cheer. This time, their cheering was accompanied by dragons firing into the air.

Toothless gave his rider's arm a friendly nudge before licking his face.

"Toothless!" scolded Hiccup.

Everyone laughed.

"And my husband has dragon slobber all over his face after less than five minutes of marriage," Astrid said, speaking quietly enough so that only the young chief could hear.

"Oh, come here, you." Grinning, Hiccup drew his wife into another kiss before wiping some of the saliva off of his cheek and smearing it onto Astrid's.

The crowd cheered at the kiss.

The blonde narrowed her eyes. "You're gross."

Hiccup simply chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He'd done it. He'd married his best friend, the girl he'd fallen in love with, the girl who used to have her heart set on being a shieldmaiden. He prayed to Thor that he'd do a good job of making her happy. If he messed up, and she ended up regretting her decision to marry, he'd never forgive himself. After all, Viking unions were forever. If she'd decide that she wanted to escape from the marriage, she wouldn't be able to. Not to mention, after she lost her virginity, she could never change her mind about her lifestyle and become a shieldmaiden - even if he died.

Similar fears haunted Astrid. She loved Hiccup with all her heart. After all, she'd given up the idea of being a shieldmaiden for him. But there was only one problem - she didn't have the skills to be a good housewife. She couldn't sew, she could barely cook, and the idea of becoming a mother terrified her. Kids were cute and all, but she had no idea how to care for them. The fact that Valka had never mastered cooking gave her some comfort, especially since Stoick had clearly loved her until the day he died. But it didn't completely erase her fears.

"And now, we dance!" Tuffnut's voice cut into the newlyweds' thoughts. "So, find a partner and let's go!"

Hiccup gazed into Astrid's eyes before taking her hands and attempting to lead her in a dance. Neither of them really knew how dancing was supposed to be done, but they had to try. Otherwise, they'd never hear the end of it from the villagers, who were obsessed with keeping traditions. Sure, Hiccup had broken a lot of traditions in his lifetime - and would most likely break many more in his years as chief - but the wedding tradition was one that nobody would ever let him move away from.

"Congratulations, son!"

The groom stopped dancing at the sound of his mother's voice behind him. "Thanks, Mom," he grinned.

"I just can't believe that my little boy is all grown up!" Valka exclaimed with teary eyes as she wrapped Hiccup in a tight, motherly embrace. After she finally released him, she hugged Astrid. "And my daughter-in-law! Congratulations to you, too, dear."

"Thanks, Valka," Astrid said.

"It's Mom," corrected the older woman, pulling away from her. "Call me Mom."

"Okay, Mom."

"That sounds much better." Valka smiled.

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After a few hours of dancing, more feasting, and celebrating, most of the guests had either left the celebration or were too drunk to care about what was going on.

"I...I think Astrid and I are gonna head home," Hiccup told Valka with a yawn. Astrid was beside him with tired eyes.

Valka smiled. "Alright, dears. Go ahead."

"You're not walking with us?" He raised an eyebrow.

The Viking woman shook her head. "No, you and Astrid love each other. Whatever's gonna happen between you two will happen on its own."

"Bye, Hiccup!" Snotlout shouted. "Have fun getting it on tonight!"

"Snotlout!" Hiccup scolded before leading his wife in the direction of the Haddock house. Their home.

Astrid sighed as she stepped through the door. "I'm so tired," she announced, kicking off her shoes.

"Well, if you don't wanna do anything tonight, we uh...we don't have to," Hiccup said. He rubbed the back of his neck.

"No, I...I want to." She blushed.

The young chief rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh...okay. Well, let's...let's go up to bed, then."

Astrid bit her lip. "Yeah, let's...let's go."

Placing a hand on her back, Hiccup walked upstairs alongside her.

"Wow," the blonde said upon catching sight of her husband's bedroom - well, she and her husband's bedroom. "You...you got a bigger bed."

"Yeah, I figured we'd need the extra space. You know, because there's two of us." He walked to the bed and, sitting in the edge of the mattress, pulled off his boot. "Well, what are you waiting for, milady?"

Astrid made her way over to join her husband. "Are...are you nervous?" she asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"No, I'm...well, okay," he sighed. "I am a little nervous."

She smiled. "Good. That makes us even."

After exchanging loving glances with one another, Astrid leaned in to kiss Hiccup's lips. The kiss led to another, then another, then another, each one more passionate than the last. Eventually, she dared to slip her hands beneath his top, running her fingers along his stomach and chest while their tongues explored each other's mouths.

"Let me help you with that," the young chief mumbled through the lip lock. Breaking away from her, he lifted his tunic over his head.

"Oh, gods," she said, taking a deep breath as she took in the sight of his lightly defined abs and freckled shoulders. "You're...you're sexy." A light blush covered her face.

"Thanks. I'm...I'm sure you're sexy, too." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"I don't know about that." Astrid placed a palm on his chest, while the other hand traveled down to unfasten his metal leg.

"Well, let's find out, then." Smirking, Hiccup motioned for his wife to turn around. Once she did so, he gently gathered her hair and draped it over her left shoulder before struggling to unbutton her dress. He then slipped the material off of her shoulders, but stopped when he felt her trembling. "What's wrong, Ast?"

"It's...it's nothing."

"You're shaking. Are you...are you still nervous?"

"A little," she admitted, looking into her lap.

Hiccup leaned over her shoulder to kiss her cheek. "Do you wanna stop?"

The blonde shook her head. "No. I...I want this." She twisted around to look him in the eye.

Nodding in acknowledgement, he continued to slide the sleeves of the dress off of her arms, then proceeded to unknot her breast bindings with uncertain fingers. "So uh...can I...erm...could I unwind them?"

Astrid smiled and guided his hand to one of the loose ends of the fabric.

"Oh, Thor," Hiccup remarked as he began to undo the bindings. "How much of these are there?"

"Enough," she shrugged.

When the last of the cloth was finally removed from her body, Hiccup stared at his wife's chest with wide eyes and a pounding heart. "Sexy...sexy is right," he finally mumbled, gently pushing her onto her back. Bending down, he briefly brushed his lips against each of her rosy nipples.

In between kisses and gentle caresses, the two fumbled to finish undressing each other. Once that task was complete, they finished off the consummation with red cheeks and awkward stammers. It wasn't the wonderful thing that everyone had claimed it to be. It was painful for Astrid - who bled - and Hiccup finished too soon. However, knowing that they had the rest of their lives to perfect the act, they didn't dwell too much on the less-than-amazing first time they'd just experienced.

"Come here," Hiccup murmured, crawling beneath the furs and wrapping his arms around Astrid's bare middle from behind. After kissing the space beneath her ear, he rested his chin on her shoulder. "You sure you're okay?"

The blonde nodded. "I'm fine. Are...are you okay?"

"I'm not the one who was bleeding," he responded.

"It was nothing. All women bleed their first time." She twisted around to face him. Running her fingers through his hair, she kissed his jaw. "Stop worrying."

"I'll stop worrying when you're in Valhalla," Hiccup grinned.

"Be quiet, babe." Flashing him a playful glance, she gave him a gentle slap on the chest. "Now, let's try to get some sleep." She yawned and cuddled against him. "We gotta be at the Great Hall early tomorrow for the morning gift."