So...people want me to continue this for some weird reason? Your wish is my command :) Not satisfied with it, though. Basically planning to do short segments of the wedding and Hiccup and Astrid's interactions.

Weddings were actually something Astrid quite enjoyed. And she liked being part of the main party, the special people that got to see the bride before she came out. It made her feel nice. She had a cousin - Rosie, and they were constantly trying to upstage each other. They were both the same age, but it always seemed like her cousin was a step ahead at all times. Astrid's grades were good, but Rosie attended clubs for them. Astrid couldn't draw at all, while everyone admired Rosie's quick drawings. Astrid couldn't play any instrument, only dance, but her family seemed to care more about where the music came from, and not how one reacted to it, so Rosie being able to play the viola and the piano was great for them. So, finally, finally, after talking to that cute boy and downing a glass of cold water, she pulled a Troy Bolton and got her head in the game, because for once, she knew more about what was going on. More than perfect little Rosie.

She had other cousins too, all of them had something about them. The younger kids were easier to get along with. Astrid was the oldest after the girl who was getting married, but Rosie and a few other were her age. And they were coming in now. Only she didn't feel like talking to them just yet. Instead, she hurried to the bathroom to check herself in the mirror. Dress not ripped? Makeup not falling apart? Everything good? Yes to all three.

Still, as she rushed out, she hesitated. Her line of vision caught Rosie, who, as always, looked splendid. Her fists clenched in frustration. It wasn't right to care about this, this night wasn't about her or Rosie, it was about the bride and groom. Her cousin, Felicity.

But she couldn't help it. Astrid had always had a very competitive nature. She wanted to be the best, she wanted to be better than her cousin.

"You okay, ma'am?"

She looked to her side. The bathrooms were only a few steps away from where the drinks were. So Hiccup was there now, looking at her with a bright smile. He gestured for her to sit down on one of the chairs in front of the counter. She bit her lip, because her mom would want her to greet everyone, but she wasn't ready for Rosie just yet. So she took the invitation, slipping into the chair.

"I'm fine," she responded with a sigh, "I...you know, just...stuff. I don't suppose you could break the rules and give me a drink?"

"I can give you fruit punch." He grinned, holding up a jug with a pink drink. "Trust me, it's really good."

"Yeah, that'll get me wasted," she deadpanned, giving him the most sarcastic look she could muster.

Hiccup laughed, and she smiled despite herself. He was about to say something to her when a couple came up to get a drink. He held up a finger, before he gave them what they wanted.

It was a quick process, but Astrid couldn't stop the slightly dejected feeling in her stomach. Of course he couldn't just talk to her the whole night, he was about to get really busy. And so was she, for that matter.

When he turned back to her, he said, "Anyway, Astrid, I'll have you know that I made this punch, and it is the best in the world."

Astrid rolled her eyes. "Fine. Hand it over, sir chef."

"Right away, ma'am," and she couldn't stop the grin spreading across her face at his pleased expression as he poured her the punch and at his continued use of the word "ma'am." Very obvious flirting, and she didn't half mind, really.

She took the drink he offered and took a slight sip. It was good, better than anything she could make, but she didn't tell him that. Instead, she pretended to think mockingly, and critiqued. "You know, I think it could be better."

"Oh, really?" he played along, putting a hand on his heart. "I thought I had found the absolute perfect recipe." He leaned forward, his grin matching hers. "I guess I'll just have to perfect it until you find it acceptable, milady."

"Astrid!"

The blonde and the brunette leaned away from each other and Astrid bristled at the interruption. "Mom?"

"Rosie's family is here. Come say hi." She pulled Astrid away from the counter and the girl shot Hiccup an apologetic look, mouthing an apology.

He shrugged, waving his hand.

And even before she started talking to Rosie, she knew she preferred flirting with the drink server. At least he didn't make her want to pull her hair out, she thought grudgingly.

"Hey, Astrid."

Oh dear.

I am basing this off how life is right now. Obviously, the wedding has not happened yet, but two other parties for the wedding have, another one is coming, and then there's the one after the wedding and aghhhh I'm still trying very hard to keep everyone in character. (Rosie is based off a real person too *sighs*)