To Guest 1- Calm down! :P It's all sorted now! :D

To madhuntr- I don't know what I'm doing half the time, so it's easier for everyone just to go with it :P Sorry for any mistakes though, I don't think things through D: And thank you! :D

To Guest 2- Hey, no dying! More Hiccstrid on the way! :D

I'm going to use that pre-written chapter I've got- it's not as bad as I thought, but it's still not the best. And I'm lazy, so going to skip the wedding because I don't want to get it wrong- Viking-style wedding and all- but they get married! No complaining! :P


"You make this look so easy." Hiccup muttered, struggling to braid her hair. She just hummed, watching the sun rise through the window. Hiccup grumbled and her hair fell in tangles about her shoulders. "Don't like that." He huffed. "Breakfast?" He offered in a much happier tone.

"In a minute." She turned back and lay down, feeling like a lie-in this morning. Hiccup brushed her hair from her face, kissing her forehead. "Where are you going?"

"Toothless." As if on cue, the Night Fury started bouncing on the roof, calling for his rider. Another thud and the Stormfly's familiar squawk. "Looks like you have company too." She complained, pulling the blankets over her head. Yes, she loved her dragon, but she was in a lazy mood today.

"Leave the dragons." She said from beneath the bedding. "It's our honeymoon." Hiccup had been excused from chiefly duties for two weeks. Stoick was in charge for now. And he was very insistent on grandbabies.

Pulling a tunic over his head, Hiccup debated between appeasing the dragons and appeasing his new wife. "Hiccuuuup…" She complained. Toothless and Stormfly jumped about the roof of their new home, incessantly calling for their friends. The Hoffersons had provided the house, a little way out of town. The view from the window was amazing; sea and sky, currently soft pinks and oranges.

He recalled how Astrid had beaten Drago into the ground- literally- less than a week ago. He didn't particularly feel like joining the mad man.

Toothless called again, getting impatient. Hiccup called back and he heard the dragons leap from the roof seconds later. They ran off to play Tag and steal food, no doubt.

"There." He turned back to the lazy lump under the blankets. "Better, your highness?"

"Mmm…" She hummed. She was sound asleep when Hiccup settled next to her, her arms trapping him there.


They went flying later. The idea had come up to have an uninterrupted picnic, but the beach was more popular. Snotty Nose hadn't really recovered.

"Stormfly, drop!"

"Hiccup!" Astrid scolded, clinging to the saddle desperately. "I'm going to kill you!" Her dragon, under Hiccup's orders and Toothless's happy murmurs, kept trying to tip her off. "Stormfly, spines!" Hiccup ducked before he was impaled.

Toothless reacted before Hiccup issued instructions. He flew into Stormfly, nearly unseating Astrid.

"Oh, look!" Hiccup called. "The beach!" He urged Toothless into a dive, Deadly Nadder spines whistling over his head.

When Astrid landed, she tried to bury him alive. The dragons thought that this was a game and joined in. Soon, only Hiccup's head could be seen; his hair so sandy, it appeared blonde. "Treason!" He objected, shaking his head and displacing the sand.

"Really now?" Astrid smirked, cooing with mock sympathy. "I didn't bury you completely." She studied him curiously, all fake compassion gone. "Although…"

"I'm your chief!" He paused. "And your husband!" She pouted, something Hiccup had only seen a handful of times- it was adorable.

"You're no fun anymore."

"I'm a very busy guy, being chief and all." Her eyes widened and she bit her lip, looking sheepish. "What?"

"Your dad wanted to see you." She mumbled. "I only just remembered."

"Memo to me; sack you later." He got a firm glower then and she refused to unbury him until he apologised and promised a promotion- not only was she the chief's wife; she was now going to help him keep organised. "My right-hand lady." He smiled, dusting himself down.

"I prefer left-hand." They both looked down at his mismatched feet.

"So you can knock me flat?" She nodded smugly. "OK, fine."


"What is it with you and that beach?" Stoick laughed, swiping sand from Hiccup's back. "Go and get yourself cleaned up and then we'll talk. And it's nothing too important, before you say anything," He added upon his son starting to speak, "so it won't interrupt your honeymoon."

"OK then." Hiccup grinned at his father and then left to wash. Sand was everywhere and it wasn't at all comfortable. But- of course- Astrid had nothing to do with this. She was perfectly innocent, as always.

He had tidied up considerably half an hour later. He would try and scrub his clothes down later.

"Much better!" Stoick beamed, waving Hiccup over. Valka and Astrid- who was completely sand free- sat nearer to the fire, talking quietly. Astrid kept smirking at Hiccup and he knew she was going to cause him more trouble. "Hiccup."

"Dad."

"You've been chief for a month now. It hasn't been easy for you, I know, but you have done and will continue to do me proud." Hiccup wasn't sure how to react, smiling bashfully and nervously drumming his fingers on his leg. "Which is why I wanted to give you something." Hiccup noticed the two women watching from the corner of his eye, both silent.

Stoick shed his fur cloak and swung it easily about Hiccup's shoulders, clipping it deftly at the base of his throat. Valka started laughing.

"I told you it'll be too big!" It was too big, weighing as much as Hiccup, maybe more.

"But it suits him!" Stoick grinned. He ruffled Hiccup's hair and laughed. "You'll grow into it."

"That'll be the day." Hiccup murmured, tugging it over his head. It covered him completely, much to their amusement.

Righting the cape, he smiled. "Thank you, Dad."

"You're the chief now, son, you get to wear it." He clapped Hiccup on the shoulder, glowing with pride. Hiccup couldn't help but grin.


How do you feel about a one year time-skip so I can get to my next idea? :D