Perfect

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** DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS **

Finished Season 4 and it was freaking amazing. Best season yet. This is based on episode 11. I get the feeling that Hiccup wants all his "firsts" with Astrid to be perfect, so this is about him worrying that their wedding night didn't go perfectly. And judging by the last two episodes, if their honeymoon phase in dating is anywhere near as sweet/cuddly as their honeymoon phase after marriage...well, this kinda also deals with that. Also, I am working on my other story as well so I'll update as soon as I can:)

Also, quick disclaimer: I've gotten several reviews from various people on both my stories stating that I'm not being accurate to Viking culture in my stories. I normally ignore stuff like that but it's happened so much that I'm kind of fed up with it, so I just want to announce that I don't try to be accurate. I'm already aware that 90% of this stuff isn't correct, but also, the HTTYD universe doesn't have 100% pure Viking culture, either, so I'm just having fun making cute Hiccstrid stories.

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Hiccup wrapped his arms around Astrid's bare waist from behind and pressed a kiss into her hair. The newlyweds had hardly left their bed since the morning gift ceremony the previous day. Instead, they'd spent almost the entire time since then naked beneath the furs, alternating between sleeping, cuddling, and trying to figure out sex.

Twisting around, Astrid placed a hand on her husband's chest and looked up at him with a gaze that was full of love.

"You okay?" Hiccup asked, taking her hand in his and lacing their fingers together.

The blonde nodded. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I just...I just thought that since you bled, and you said it hurt -"

"I don't think it's supposed to be comfortable at first, babe. Isn't that why we have a honeymoon, so we can figure things out?"

Hiccup's eyes darted to their hands. Astrid's wedding ring was glistening on her finger. She'd never been one to wear jewelry, so seeing it was strange, yet satisfying. He would've looked at his own, too, if he didn't still have his left arm around his wife, and wasn't rubbing small circles on the soft skin of her hip. That ring signified that they were bound together until one of them was called into Valhalla. But as wonderful as that was, he was worried. Worried that he wouldn't be a good enough husband for Astrid. After all, he couldn't even make her feel anything but pain when he tried to be intimate with her. If he couldn't even give her good sex, how in Thor's name was he supposed to be a good husband? Wasn't intimacy a big part of marriage?

Every time he'd imagined their first time, it had been perfect. In fact, he'd been preparing for it since they got engaged. He'd even gone to Snotlout and asked him for some tips, as he knew he and Heather had started having sex only three months into their relationship (waiting until marriage wasn't really a thing in the Jorgensen family). Snotlout had been more than happy to brag to him about his "accomplishments" with his girlfriend. Admittedly, he'd given out a lot more information than Hiccup was hoping for, but, omitting a few disturbing details, his advice was helpful.

The young chief had carefully thought out the scene many times, and everything had gone wonderfully in his head. But what he didn't realize was that even just looking at each other naked for the first time would be awkward. He'd suddenly become concerned about all his scars, especially on his left leg, and poor Astrid had blushed and covered herself with her arms when he'd undone her breast bindings. After they'd gotten somewhat through that awkwardness, they'd both been shyer about touching each other than he'd imagined. And then, worst of all, when he'd tried to enter her, she'd bled, and although she hadn't say anything at first, the look on her face had told him she was in pain. The next morning, she'd admitted that she still felt a burning sensation between her thighs, although she insisted it wasn't his fault. This initial pain didn't make their second and third times much better, although they had been more enjoyable than the first.

"I...I just wanted our first time to be perfect," Hiccup eventually said.

"You need to stop stressing yourself out over trying to make everything perfect," Astrid told him. "Remember how long you waited to kiss me? I mean, I think it's really sweet that you care so much, but some things just aren't going to be perfect right away." She brushed her husband's hair out of his eyes and cuddled in closer to him.

Hiccup smiled at her actions.

"I...I was worried about our wedding night, too," Astrid began. "So I talked to your mom about it last week." Since Valka's return to Berk, she and Astrid had grown as close as a mother and daughter. "And you probably don't want to hear this, but she said that it took her and your dad a few weeks to figure everything out."

"Yeah, I could've done without that image," the young chief admitted with a laugh.

"I know, but I just want you to realize that we'll get there eventually."

"But Snotlout never told me -"

"Wait, you talked to Snotlout about this?" Astrid raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't know who else to go to!"

"Hiccup, we both know Snotlout exaggerates, leaves out details, and tries to make it sound like he's never failed at anything in his life. I highly doubt that he and Heather had a perfect first time."

"Okay, you're probably right. But still, Ast, I wanted it to be perfect for us. For...for you."

"You've already made things perfect just by marrying me," the blonde insisted. She freed her hand from her husband's and, wrapping her arms around him, rested her head on his chest.

Smiling, Hiccup hugged her waist and leaned down to kiss her lips.

"Mmm." Astrid drew one of her legs over his. Before she knew it, they were hopelessly entangled in a deep snuggle, warm skin against warm skin. He was dropping occasional kisses onto her face, and the way he rubbed her back relaxed her so much that her eyelids began to grow heavy.

Hiccup let out a contented sigh as he watched his wife doze off in his arms. She was right. Everything was perfect. Perfect because they were married, bound together until they were called into the depths of Valhalla. He could now fall asleep at night without worrying that she'd gotten home safely because she now slept beside him. He could now look forward to coming home to her after a long day of chiefing (although, more often than not, she'd probably be out there helping him, which was even better than coming home to her). And, awkward as it was right now, he was now free to show her love in the most intimate way possible. But again, she was right. They would get better at it.

After all, they had the rest of their lives to figure it out.