Happy Family

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Merry Christmas! Here's some Christmas fluff for you. It's not completely edited so it's still a bit rough, but it's still fluff nonetheless. Also, I'm updating Imperfections soon in case anyone was wondering - hopefully this week.

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Hiccup smiled as little Stoick grabbed the baby spoon out of his hand and began shoveling pudding into his mouth. "What, you wanna feed yourself, bud? Daddy wasn't doing a good enough job?"

The ten-month-old baby responded with a messy-faced grin before sticking both his hands in the bowl of pudding that sat before him.

"Don't do that, Stoick," groaned Hiccup.

Stoick laughed and placed his fingers in his mouth, allowing the pudding on his wrist to fall into his lap. "Aba!" he babbled.

"What, bud? What are you trying to say?" Hiccup reached over to ruffle Stoick's hair.

"Mamama."

"You want Mama?"

Stoick's clear blue eyes met his father's green ones. "Mama!"

"Well, Daddy's gonna put you in the bath with her when you're done eating. You're a mess."

Laughing, Stoick put a soggy hand in his hair.

"Come on, munchkin. Use your spoon." The young chief picked up the spoon and tried to feed his son, but Stoick simply grabbed the utensil and shoved it into his mouth himself.

"Dada aba," the baby said.

"What about Daddy?" asked Hiccup.

"Aba ba ba Dada!" Stoick threw his spoon onto the ground.

"All done?" Hiccup carefully lifted his messy child out of the high chair and carried him into the washroom, where he was met with the sight of a pregnant Astrid scrubbing her hair in the bath. "I have a bath buddy for you," he said, placing Stoick on the ground and beginning to remove his stained clothes.

Astrid looked over at her son. "What happened?"

"I let him feed himself pudding," explained Hiccup. Once the baby's things were discarded, he handed him to Astrid, who cuddled him against her chest and began splashing water onto him.

"And you got all messy?" the blonde asked Stoick. Propping him up on her knees, she lathered her hands with soap and started to scrub his messy red hair.

Stoick wriggled a bit and let out a few small fussing sounds.

"What's wrong, sweetie? Are you cold?" crooned Astrid, pressing Stoick to her chest again as she rinsed both the soap and the pudding out of his hair.

"Well, I'll just leave you two -" Hiccup began to walk towards the door.

"Don't leave, babe," interrupted Astrid. "He's almost done, and then I'm gonna give him to you so that I can finish my bath in peace."

"Okay," the young chief agreed, coming to sit beside the tub.

"Mama!" Stoick exclaimed. He then looked up at his mother's face and reached out a hand to grab a chunk of her wet hair.

Astrid caught her son's hand. "No," she scolded firmly. "That hurts Mama."

The baby whined.

"Be nice," she said, kissing Stoick's forehead before continuing to bathe him. Once finished, she passed him to Hiccup.

"Alright, bud. Let's go get your pajamas on," Hiccup said. He carefully wrapped the baby in a towel and exited the room, briefly looking back over his shoulder to give his wife a smirk and a wink.

"Don't forget, babe, put socks on him. It's cold," Astrid called after him.

Hiccup carried Stoick into his bedroom, which he'd just started sleeping in a month ago. Up until that point, he'd slept in a cradle beside his parents' bed. "Aww, you're shivering, munchkin," he remarked as he felt his son's body shaking beneath the towel. Kissing his head, he brought him close to the fireplace, where he dried him off and dressed him in warm pajamas.

"Aba Dada!" shouted Stoick.

"What? What do you want, bud?" the young chief asked. "Do you wanna hear a story? Let's hear a story." He grabbed a blanket and Stoick's stuffed Night Fury before carrying the child to his rocking chair and sitting him on his lap. There, Stoick eagerly grabbed the toy and started to chew on one of the dragon's legs as his father tucked the blanket around him.

"Aba ba," the baby babbled.

"Yeah, you have your stuffed dragon," Hiccup crooned, hugging Stoick. "Well, while you eat his foot, Daddy's gonna tell you a story." He went on to tell his son about his first Snoggletog with Toothless. When he was finished, he looked up to see Astrid standing in the doorway, a smile on her face. She was in her bathrobe, and her damp hair was draped loosely across her shoulders. Her feet were bare, and her arms were crossed in front of her chest in an attempt to warm herself.

"I think you put him to sleep," the blonde said gently.

Hiccup looked down at Stoick, who was snuggled against him with his eyes closed. He then turned his gaze back to Astrid. "Go get dressed, milady. You look like you're freezing. I'll be there after I put him to bed."

"Okay. Thanks, Hic. Just make sure to give him an extra blanket," Astrid responded before walking away.

"Come on, bud. Let's get you into bed." Hiccup gently carried Stoick to his crib, tucked him in, kissed him, then blew out the candle that was burning before making his way to the master bedroom.

"He's okay?" Astrid asked, slipping her nightgown over her head.

"Yeah, he's fine," the auburn-haired Viking replied. He took off his tunic and tossed it aside. Then, sitting on the edge of the bed, he removed his metal leg before settling in beneath the furs.

Astrid followed her husband's example of climbing into bed. "You gonna be warm enough, babe?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Hiccup replied, blowing out the bedside candle and rolling over to wrap his arms around the blonde and kiss the sensitive space beneath her ear. "You alright? And the baby's okay?" He rested a hand on her baby bump.

"Mmm-hmm."

"You tired?"

"Yeah. Stoick was a handful today." She sighed. "Thanks for hanging out with him tonight, though. I needed that little break. I know you're tired from chiefing, but -"

"I love father-son time whether I'm tired or not," insisted Hiccup. "Just like I always love spending time with you." He bent his head to press a sloppy kiss onto her lips.

"Mmm." The blonde wriggled out of his arms and turned around.

"What?"

"Turn around and let me be the big spoon, please." Astrid didn't mind being the little spoon (and she was usually stuck with it), but that night, she wanted to be able to press her cheek against the bare skin of Hiccup's back, and trace his faintly defined muscles with her fingers.

Hiccup complied, and smiled as his wife wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into his back. As usual, she fell asleep within minutes, the sound of her quiet snoring giving away the fact that she'd slipped into slumber. He knew that he'd go to sleep shortly after to the noise of her mumbling something or other while she slept, and wake up with her limbs hopelessly tangled with his. She'd try to pull him closer in her sleep when he attempted to free himself, then wake up to give him a good morning kiss when he won the little battle. If she was in the mood, she'd initiate love-making after the kiss. That was how things always went, and he liked them that way. He liked her love, her touches, her efforts to make him feel loved.

But above all, he liked that he had a family. A whole family. No missing parents, but a complete trio of a father, mother, and son. And soon, a fourth little one would be added, and he couldn't wait.