I don't own How to Train Your Dragon.
A big sorry for everyone who was waiting for the end of this story. I truly apologize. I was really stuck on how to end it. Then, only a few nights ago I saw in a dream. It was crazy, a little odd, especially after so long but I just couldn't keep it inside me and wrote it. I didn't do much of a spell check and I am not sure if I will write another one. I might later, but I am unsure at this time. I hope you enjoy it.
The Switch (Part 3)
Run… run… run!
Dagur the Deranged reached the Skull caves, said to hold the biggest, wildest group of hogs in the whole island of Berk. He stopped for a moment listening for anything suspicious. He was not so worried about the wild hogs, but Astor. He didn't fear the Hooligan Viking but he had to admit he had skills that rivaled his own. Before the whole dragon training thing he had thought of recruiting him into his own tribe, but then Hiccup had to step forwards and change the whole game. He detested her for that.
No one dared going against the Hooligans now because of their dragons. He always knew he was meant to rule the whole Viking archipelago, but for a long time didn't know how to go about it. That was until that summer he spotted her showing some little kids how to train some Common Garden dragons. He realized in his mostly demented mind that she was the key to his empire. He would marry her and have her train a whole dragon army to take over every single Viking tribe.
Of course, it didn't hurt that she was pretty little thing. She was too small in the chest for his taste but still pretty, soft, and most of all… very breakable. He could appreciate pretty things, but only enough to know he loved to break them. Knowing Hiccup, she was still a pure damsel. He wondered if could capture Astor and make him watch the whole while.
His guards stepped back from him when they noticed his sick smile. They didn't know what was going through their young chief's mind, but they were sure it was nothing good.
Astrid and Astor felt a shiver through their body. They were not sure if it was because they had made up their minds about killing Dagur, or that sweet and gentle Fishlegs was going to help them, or maybe it was something else. Astrid thought the girl was a lot like the Fishlegs she knew; smart, polite, and a good friend. But a cold blooded killer… well, not really. Astor felt the same way, but he guessed when Hiccup's life became endangered something else clicked in.
Fishlegs strode through the woods with her shield and sword held tightly. She was afraid, but determined.
"I heard him bully someone to give him the location to the Skull caves" Fishlegs said as they ran.
"Then we might not need to kill him ourselves"
"If only," said Fishlegs stopping for a moment before turning to face him, "then we wouldn't need to worry about war either"
Both Astor and Astrid didn't know what to say to that. They knew war would start after they killed Dagur. The other tribes would not stay quiet about it, specially the Berserkers.
"What we are doing is very selfish," said Fishlegs stopping for a moment, keeping her eyes ahead, "but Hiccup is also my friend, and I will do everything in my power to keep her from falling into that monster's hands"
"Thank you Fishlegs," Astrid wanted to hug her, but Astor recommended her not to. Fishlegs was not very used to male affections and usually freaked out when she got any.
"That's very sweet and all, but it's not your place to decide" they turned back to look a rather upset Hiccup getting off her dragon, "go back now and I promise I won't have you locked until the wedding is over"
"I don't think so," said Fishlegs stepping forwards with her shield and sword, "you are making a big mistake if you think Dagur will just take you as a wife to have you around as trophy"
"I AM NOT STUPID!" Hiccup shouted, her face turning red with anger and embarrassment, "of course I know what he wants" she admitted taking control of her emotions again. He wanted her knowledge and her flesh. She didn't know which one scared her more, "and I will not let him start a war one way or another"
The little voice inside her mind told her that she had to find another way. She could not give herself up like that, though he understood perfectly where she was coming from, but that her solution wouldn't really assure their tribe would be safe from Dagur.
"I…" she bit her lip trying not to listen to the voice.
"Hiccup, I love you," Astrid felt Astor take over his body again and say the words he had wanted to tell her for the longest of time, "please, let us…"
"NO!" she shouted doing her best to hold her tears back and then drawing her sword and lifting her shield, "it's too late Astor! Now stand out of my way before you regret it!"
"Go Astor," Fishlegs said as she prepared to fight her best friend, "I don't know if I will be able to hold her back for long"
He nodded without another word and ran.
"After him Toothless!" he heard her shout.
Astrid didn't dare look back as they zigzagged through the trees. They could hear Toothless perfectly as it broke through the branches and bushes after them.
'We are so done for,' thought Astor, 'it's impossible to lose Toothless in the woods'
The dragoness was even more determined to go after Astor, or whoever that was. She felt something very different from this so called Astor. It was necessarily bad, but it started to bother her more when she felt the same sensation coming off Hiccup. She kept saying she was fine, but he could see she was struggling to contain that sensation back. Astor, in the other wand seemed to accept it fully.
With a magnificent leap Toothless pinned the Viking to the ground and growled very closely to his face. Of course she wasn't really going to hurt him. Hiccup would be very upset if she hurt the male she wanted. He tried to free himself many times, and tiring of his threats she decided to lay her whole weight at top of him, for exception of his head.
"C'mon Toothless, you know she is doing something very stupid!"
The dragoness growled curiously. Actually, Hiccup had been very vague about what was going on. She only understood that she was trying to prevent a war.
"She didn't tell you?" neither Astrid nor Astor could believe it.
Toothless stood up and sat on her rear legs before staring at Astor expectantly.
Both Astrid and Astor were relieved before launching into their explanation.
Meanwhile, Fishlegs was having a lot of trouble holding Hiccup back. She was a sword master, the same or more skilled that even Astor. It didn't make it any easier that she was left handed and she had to readjust her blows. Hiccup tried not to be so surprised. He had become okay at the sword since he learned he favored his left hand, but not as good or ferocious as this little female version of him.
"I AM NOT LITTLE!" shouted Hiccup enraged, startling Fishlegs for a moment. Realizing she had spoken out loud she added, "You can't decide my life for me!"
"I am your friend!" shouted Fishlegs back, which made Hiccup stop for a moment. She had heard her friend raise her voice before, but never at her, "you are my friend, and I won't let you throw your life away where the man you love, loves you back to the point where he is willing to kill and start a whole war!"
She froze for a moment, taking those words into her heart. Of course Astor knew what he was doing, but he didn't care because he loved her. He had said so only a few moments ago and she had wanted so badly to say she loved him too.
"I can't be so selfish," she repeated before launching at her friend, "I am sorry!" and with that she swung her arm and hit her friend on the side of the head knocking her out. After making sure she was just unconscious Hiccup pulled her friend towards the bushes. The last thing she wanted was some Berserk finding her friend unconscious. She listened for Astor and Toothless but couldn't hear either.
You know, said the male voice in her head that called himself Hiccup too, I think you don't believe you will be able to stop Dagur even if you marry him. What do you really have planned?
I am not talking to you, she said stubbornly. She knew exactly what she would do and she would have to make a few sacrifices, but that would be just fine. She was going to kill Dagur herself after he had bedded her. Then she would take over the Berserkers. None of them would dare go against her as a dragon rider.
That's not just a few sacrifices; you are talking about your own happiness. Don't deny you believed Astor was the one from the moment you saw him. He had felt about Astrid since he could remember. For the longest time he thought she was out of his reach. He believed the same was for this petite Hiccup.
There are more important things than my happiness.
That's not what your mother would have wanted.
WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW! YOU ARE NOT EVEN REAL!
BUT I AM! I know father is very worried about you right now and mother would have begged you to change your mind and marry a man you actually loved; just like she married the love of her life.
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
She cried as she ran in search of Toothless and Astor. Her mother used to tell her of how she fell in love with her father. It was romantic under Viking standards.
Stoick and Valhallarama
He had saved her in battle and she returned the favor not liking to owe anything to anyone, but then he would save her again and again she would try to return the favor until she couldn't find a chance to anymore. She had asked him rather upset what he wanted as repayment and he had said…
I want you to accept my love, you insufferable woman! Hiccup knew that story just as well; I want you to stop throwing it back at me every time I save you.
Why didn't you say anything before! Her mother had shouted back, how she was supposed to know the son of the chief was infatuated with her.
Because I am a Viking! Hiccup remembered how red his father's face would turn when his mother told him that story. He was pretty sure he had turned just as red when he told her those words, I am brave Viking warrior and fought many battles, but I have never tried to give my heart to someone!
What would you do if I say no? Valhallarama didn't think he was serious.
Then I will take my ship and sail to the end of the world. His father had said without a second doubt, and with that he had left Valhallarama standing in complete shock.
The following morning Valhallarama had awaken very early in the morning with a bad feeling, only throwing a blanket over her shoulder she had ran towards the pier where she spotted Stoick's massive figure readying a boat to leave.
Where are you going? She asked curiously. She knew the fishing crews wouldn't be up for a few more hours and there were no plans to go on raids to the mainland.
Where do you think?" Stoick had said looking towards the west.
You were serious! She realized in amazement.
Of course I was! Now go a break someone else's heart.
I don't love you, Valhallarama had said with honesty, but I am starting to really like you Stoick the Vast.
Really? He stopped and stared at her like a lost puppy. At that moment Valhallarama had known she also loved him.
Yes, now come here and walk me home. I am really cold. She said hugging her blanket tighter around her shoulders before Stoick had walked her home.
Hiccup couldn't stop the tears anymore. Since she was a little girl she had dreamed of love like that. She was thankful to the gods that her parents never considered to arrange a marriage for her, and instead gave her the freedom to love. Oh, but it hurt so much now. She felt as if she was tearing out her own heart!
She found Toothless sleeping on a small meadow.
"Where is Astor?" she asked confused. Her dragon only growled softly before turning her head to the side and giving a big yawn.
I think she is on their side, Hiccup tried not to laugh.
"You are not serious!" she said before trying to make her dragon stand, but Toothless only rolled to her back and continued to bake under the sun, "you traitor!" but Toothless only chuckled. She hadn't understood all that was happening until recently. The Astor that was not Astor had told her that Hiccup was doing something very stupid and was going to become Dagur's mate. Once she had understood this, she had let him go and gone to find a warm place to rest until her partner found her. She would get him as much time as she could.
"Fine! You useless reptile, I will find him on my own" she said turning around from her dragon.
Big mistake, added Hiccup before his female version was pinned to the ground by her dragon.
"Toothless!"
Astor heard Hiccup's scream as he neared the Skull caves. And oh to behold, he also spotted Dagur and his guards. He readied his bow and arrow. They wouldn't even need to get close. Soon his Hiccup would be free to be with him, war or not.
Huh huh huh…
Hehehehehe…
He knew those laughs. Before he had a chance to react, two bodies fell at top of his pinning him to the ground.
"It's not a boar but I guess chief will be happy with it" said Ruffnut as Tuffnut tied a gag around Astor's mouth.
"Uh, I didn't know you knew those words," Astrid was cursing them with all she had but the gag only made it half understandable.
The twins tied Astor's hands and legs together before taking a nearby log and using it to carry him away as if he was a beast they had just hunted. To say the least, Astrid invented a few new words to call the twins.
It didn't take them long to reach Stoick's camp where Astor and Astrid saw the two largest hogs they had ever seen in their lives.
"I can't believe I am saying this, but good job you two" said Stoick before the twins dropped Astor to the ground and bumped helmets together.
Making sure he remained tied up Stoick helped Astor into a sitting position before removing the gag.
Astor didn't say anything; he only glared at his chief.
Stoick sat across from him before signaling to his companions to leave them alone for a while.
"You really love her, don't you?"
Astor turned his head to the side not answering. Of course he loved her; he wouldn't be doing such stupid and crazy things if he didn't.
"Are you really willing to start a war for her?"
"Yes" and Stoick thought for a moment that would be all the young man would say, but then he turned to Stoick with a very serious face, "I would die for her in that war too"
The chief was silent for a while. This boy reminded him of himself when he was young and ready to sail to the end of the world for Valhallarama.
"But you know she would never forgive herself if you or anyone died because of her," Stoick said bursting Astor's brave bubble.
"But…"
"There is no one more in the world than me that would like to see you run a rusty sword through that bastard's heart, but Hiccup would only feel guilt and every death of the war would weight on her heart. You know how she is"
Astor did, she would lose herself in grief and she would never be happy again.
Stoick didn't say anything as tears started to run down the young man's face. He tried mutely to stop them but they wouldn't stop. Stoick untied him, since Astor (and Astrid without his knowing) had finally understood. He watched the young man swipe at his tears in vain. Then a strangled sob of despair and helplessness escaped his lips, it started very quiet as he did his best to hold it in. He fell to his knees and gripped the earth until his knuckles were white. He couldn't save her. Then the sob turned into a moan of despair and misery. It could be heard through a good part of the forest.
Not too far the rest of Stoick's party was setting another camp. They knew this would take a while. Most of them ignored the painful sound of Astor's lament, others couldn't.
"I never stood a chance, did I?" said Snaily as she sat next to Fishlegs by the newly started fire. She had been found by the twins a while ago and brought there. She held a wet cloth to the back of her head, where Fishlegs had hit her with her shield.
"Not that it matters anymore," said Fishlegs also holding a wet cloth to where Hiccup had hit her with her shield, "sorry about…" she said pointing to her head.
"Forget about it, you got what you deserved anyways," Snaily tried to laugh, but was hard to when they could still hear Astor's mourning weeping and moans.
Not far from there Hiccup sat against the side of her dragon listening to Astor. She allowed herself to cry as she buried her face on her hands and knees. She was so sorry for causing him so much pain.
The following morning everyone returned to the village with their catch. The story they had agreed on was that Astor had gone with them to the hunt and brought down the largest of the hogs. A rather sleep deprived Dagur was very upset, not just because he was beat but because he had waited all that time expecting Astor to attack him and nothing happened. Still, he had some satisfaction from seeing that Astor hadn't sleep too well, just like himself.
He didn't say anything as he delivered the largest of boars to the kitchen. He got pats on the back and congratulations, but Astor didn't acknowledge any of them.
Astrid wanted to tell him to cheer up, but she knew it would be fruitless. She felt the same. They had lost. They were not used to losing but this time it was so painful that it was a miracle that they were still standing. She didn't realize when they made it to their house, but only acknowledged the soft mattress before falling into a deep slumber.
In this dream, Astor and Astrid faced each other, neither said anything but looked at the ground. Astrid felt the pain of losing her love, just as if it was her Hiccup.
"You can probably still go home and be happy with him" said Astor not feeling bad just for himself, but for her too. He didn't know why, but he didn't feel right sharing this pain with her who still had a good chance with the one she loved.
"I am afraid," she said, "I am afraid he will say no. I don't know if I could continue…"
"But isn't that better than never knowing? Isn't it better than watching him sharing his life with someone else? I waited too long Astrid, don't make the same mistake"
And when they woke up, Astrid was no longer at the reins. She had felt her hold slip away over the previous day, but now she was helpless. She and Astor agreed that she would only be a spectator from this point forward, not that it would make much difference anymore. Night was falling when he left his home, but he could already hear the celebration going on the great hall. His heart skipped a beat, tomorrow the ceremony would take place there, for now they would celebrate on part of the feast they had brought. With lead feet he made it to the hall, entered quietly and went to sit with his friends. They were all pretty much in the same mood, even the twins who were not playing with their food or daring each other to do stupid things.
Most of the time they had their eyes set on little Hiccup sitting in front of the hall between her father who placed a gentle hand over hers, and Dagur who whispered on her ear every once in a while almost bringing her to tears.
"I will leave tomorrow," said Astor.
"Where?" Fishlegs asked worried.
"I don't know, I just can't stay here," he said looking down at the table and at the food which looked absolutely delicious, but he had lost all his appetite the night before.
"It sounds like an adventure, count me in," said Tuffnut.
"With me too!" said Ruffnut.
"Why the heck not!" said Snaily with a pained smile.
"She needs us," said Fishlegs breaking them away from their reality escape, "tomorrow we have to be there for her"
All excitement left them; they knew Hiccup would need them at least for moral support. All of them wanted to escape, but only Hiccup couldn't.
"If only that bastard slipped!" cried Ruffnut allowing a few tears escape.
"Yeah, anything to stop…"
Snaily stopped listening and turned to watch Hiccup and Dagur. If Hiccup was out of the way, then maybe she would have a chance with Astor. She saw a small tear go unnoticed by everyone escape her cousin's green eyes. Gently Hiccup cleared it away so no one would see it, but Snaily already had.
The following morning, Astor and Astrid felt the weight of the worst hangover of their lives. They had tried to drown their despair in ale, but no matter how much they drank they could not forget those sad green eyes.
Are we really going to the ceremony? Asked Astrid as Astor got dressed in some of his best clothes.
"Yes," he said aloud to encourage himself.
Astrid didn't ask anything else. She could feel Astor's heart drying up as the moment approached more and more.
"ASTOR!" their father barged in looking around the room frankly, "is he not here?"
"Who?" a surprised Astor asked, as he followed his father outside.
"Dagur," he said as they entered the kitchen where the chief and Hiccup were standing worried. The Berserkers were not happy.
"No," he said wondering if he had been so drunk the night before that he had done something to the bastard.
Stoik and Hiccup saw he was speaking the truth and left with apologies to the Hoffersons.
"I wonder who would be brave enough to try stopping that wedding," said his father as his mother started to serve breakfast. The preparations for the wedding were delayed due to the missing groom.
"Don't look at me," said Astor serving himself a full plate, he was ravenous, "I already tried"
"Well, I hope he shows up dead," said his mother surprising everyone in the kitchen, "what? Everyone from the tribe does too"
"Won't argue with you on that one love," said his father with a chuckle.
After eating, Astor went outside to find out Dagur was yet to be found.
This is very strange, commented Astrid as they got together with the twins and Fishlegs.
"Hey, where is Snaily?" asked Fishlegs before they noticing that Ruffnut was fidgeting and looking around worriedly.
"What did you do?" asked Astor to the female twin.
"Ehm… I think…" she looked around before a scream of fury was heard through the whole village. It came from Snaily's home, and the voice belonged to Spitelout Jorgenson, "I think Snaily might have done something to Dagur last night" she had been very drunk, but she did remember in her foggy memories that Dagur had left the great hall along with Snaily.
By the time they reached the Jorgenson home, almost the whole village was there. They could hear pots breaking, furniture been overturned. The Jorgenson dragons escaped the home in panic, which told the Vikings outside that whatever was going on inside was not good at all. Finally, things became quiet and then Spitelout slammed his home's door open.
"STOOOIK!" shouted Spitelout before Stoik stepped forwards.
"What's going on Spitelout?"
"You and your daughter need to come in here," he said through greeted teeth before glaring at the rest of the crowd "AND THE REST OF YOU NEED TO GET OFF MY PROPERTY!"
But not one left, soon after the chief went in they heard him scream with rage. Oh, this was going to be good.
"Ehm, Ruffnut? What did you mean by Snaily doing something to Dagur?" asked Astor.
"Well, I think she gave him that drug that she prepared for you"
"Drug?" asked Astor wondering if he had evaded a big arrow.
"Yeah, the kind that makes you forget what you did the day before" she said.
Stoik the Vast slammed the Jorgenson's door open before calling out "THE WEDDING IS OOFFFF" his face was red with rage, but Astor could also see a smirk trying to make its way across his face. The chief was trying really hard to look upset, "NOW LEAVE BEFORE I CUT EVERONE'S HEADS OFF!"
It didn't take long for the word to run of what had happened. That fine morning Spitelout had gone to see if his dearest, only, and pure daughter was ready for her cousin's wedding when he opened her door and found Dagur the Derange on his daughter's bed snuggling his face on her breasts like a baby. The head of the Jorgenson didn't take too well and had awaken both of them with the scream that had been heard through the whole village. After trying to kill Dagur for a while, he made him seat on a chair and gone to call the chief and his daughter.
Snaily claimed not to remember anything in sobs before she showed Hiccup the blood tainted sheets. From that point, Hiccup said she could not marry Dagur as he had shamed her and her cousin in front of everyone. Dagur tried to protest, but Stoik and Spitelout would have none of it. He would either have to marry Snaily, to which the girl only weep more, or pay the Jorgenson family for the shame he had brought them. According to Spitelout, if would very difficult to find Snaily a decent husband now.
Dagur took the second offer. He could barely stand Snaily, especially after a whole morning of listening to her cry. Dagur cursed under his breath when he realized this would make him lose all credibility with the other chiefs. That very same morning, after delivering many chests of riches to the Jorgenson, he left Berk and wouldn't be back for at least ten years.
Now, Astor and the rest were completely surprised to hear all this, but even more when Hiccup and Snaily told them of what had actually happened.
They sat around the Jorgenson kitchen as Snaily counted her treasure.
"She drugged him and yes, she undressed him and herself but nothing besides that happened" Hiccup said trying her best not to turn beat red. When she and her father had gone into the house Dagur was still in state of undress.
"I kind of regret that," said Snaily with a wicked smile "That Dagur has a nice body"
"Ewwww, get that image off my head," cried Fishlegs.
"Then what about the…"
"Chicken blood," said Snaily snuggling into a long piece of silk, "nothing really happened. He only touched my breast and then fell asleep on them"
As they left Snaily's home together, Astor and Hiccup were very quiet. They didn't think things would be fixed by Snaily of all people. They thought that the following years would be filled with tears and hardship, now it was as if the gods had given them a second chance.
"Ehm… well, see you later Astor," Hiccup said as she started her way home.
Don't let her go! But Astor didn't need to be told twice. In less than a second he had Hiccup in an embrace.
"Astor?" He could feel Hiccup's heart beating fast against his own.
"Marry me Hiccup," he said before petit Hiccup looked up at his kind face.
"If you insist," she said with a smile before leaning forwards. Astor too leaned forwards and kissed her softly.
Astrid woke up startled and looked around for Hiccup, but she was not there. She was back in her room. Then she noticed she had her lady parts back. She turned and looked outside. It was about midday and she could feel the remains of a hangover in her head, but the happiness that she had felt when Astor and his Hiccup had kissed overwhelmed all that. She laid on her bed for a while wondering if it had just been a silly dream, or maybe it was a sign. Not wasting another minute, she got up and dressed. Then, she ran all the way to Hiccup's house. Stoick the Vast told her he was at the smithy and there she found him sleeping in his work room.
She shook him gently.
"Ehm? What?" he sat up slowly with a piece of paper stuck to his face.
"Morning" she said removing the paper from his face before taking a look at it. It was the plans for a beautiful ax.
"You… you aren't supposed to see that!" Hiccup said taking it back from her.
"Why?" she asked unable to hold her smile back.
"Be… because," but then he saw her eyes and couldn't keep it inside him anymore, "it was supposed to be a surprise for you"
"That's for me?" she asked in amazement looking at the plans again.
"Yeah, for your… your birthday! Right, your birthday"
"My birthday is until next spring," they were in plain summer.
"Ehm…" Hiccup didn't know what to say.
"I had a very strange dream," she said feeling a little silly telling him about it, "and I think I learned a few things from it. I came looking for you because there is something I want you to know," she took his hands on her own, "I want you to know that I…" she felt her cheeks redden. She knew she couldn't waste any more time.
"Me too," Hiccup said, his face just as red "me too" and he leaned forwards and kissed her. They didn't need to say it, they could feel it every moment of their lives. Hiccup let go first before taking her cheeks on his hands before bringing his lips near her ear. He whispered "Astrid, I plead you to please allow me to make you happy" he kissed her reddened cheek then continued, "Please become my wife"
**** The Conclusion ****
Hiccup sat by the fire of her home reading a letter from her cousin Snaily. She had taken all her riches, a small crew and gone to search for love about two years ago. She had found it somewhere in the mainland with a man that could barely understand Norse, but it was love nonetheless. The room was warm as Astor prepared dinner in the kitchen. It smelled so delicious that their dragons were very tempted on stealing it. Her husband was the best cook in all of Berk, and she prided herself on tasting his cooking every night.
"So, do you think they ever realized it?" asked Astor as he started serving their plates.
"Probably not," laughed Hiccup; a few days after their wedding night she admitted to Astor that she had been hearing a voice in her head until they kissed. He admitted right away the same had happened to him. After talking some more about it, they both realized they were the other them belonging to the other Berk.
"Need help?" Astor asked her as he offered a hand.
"I am not there just yet," Hiccup said standing up, but then took his hand as he guided her to the table. Though it was very small, one could already see Hiccup's little baby bump.
"Scared?" he asked her.
"A little, but you will be there so I will be fine," as long as they had each other they had nothing to worry about.
And they knew that when their little one was born, boy or girl, they would love them very much.
****Small Talk****
Stoick the Vast looked from his son to Astrid Hofferson and their holdings hands. The young couple waited intensely for his answer. The Hoffersons had already said yes, and now it was his turn. He had known for the longest time that his son had a crush on the Hofferson girl, but never did he expect that it would get to this so soon. He had thought his son would wait more before asking the big question. They were so young. He could still remember them as little kids getting into trouble.
"Father?" asked Hiccup starting to worry.
"Alright," said Stoick with a sigh, "next spring, it should give you two enough time to truly make up your minds and start building your own house" Like heck he was going to have a couple that was yet to reach twenty under his roof.
"Actually," started Hiccup, "we just wanted your approval"
"We don't plan to actually marry until a few more years" added Astrid.
Stoick stared at the two of them in wonder. They were really good friends and they trusted each other. If it was a year or two it didn't matter. Their feelings wouldn't fade, but actually grow more and more. He couldn't ask something better for them than that.
**** The end ****
…maybe.