One year time-skip 'cos I really want to update this one! :P

To Guest- Bear with! :P


"Ow!" Astrid remonstrated. "Can't breathe!" Hiccup hastily mumbled apologies and started loosening the straps. He had spent the last few months making and perfecting her own flight suit, with her favoured fur-lined hood and boots.

"That should be the right measurements though." Hiccup mused, frowning at the stomach casing as he buckled it together looser than usual. "It fit just fine last week."

"Well, I don't know." She grumbled. "Maybe it's your cooking."

"I thought you liked my cooking?"

"Oh, I do, it's just fattening."

"I don't think I've gained weight." She glared at him over her shoulder and he dutifully decided to shut up.

"This will work, right?" She asked once he had finished suiting her up. "I won't fall?"

"No. I based it on the schematics for my own one; just changed it to fit you." He beamed at her. "Matching outfits." He teased, gesturing to her and then him. "We look awesome."

"Are you sure I won't fall?"

"I won't let you fall." He promised, kissing her forehead. She relaxed a fraction and smiled.

"Let's go flying then."


He jumped first to demonstrate, flipping over to watch her jump from Stormfly. Fearless Astrid Haddock, eager to fly by herself. Hiccup smiled to himself. That was his wife.

"I'm doing it!" She yelled happily. He tucked in his arms and fell until he was level with her. "I'm flying!" She shone a dazzling, excited grin his way.

"Told you we look awesome!" He called back. She shook her hair from her eyes and stared ahead, beaming from ear to ear. She dived and then looped and spun, as though she had been flying her whole life.

They had to land soon though as she had a sudden urge for the bathroom.

"And don't look!" She warned from the bushes.

"Oh yes. 'Cos watching you pee is highly attractive." He replied sarcastically, his back to her and his hands over his eyes. Their dragons landed, chattering away in their own little fashion.

"Shut up, Hiccup!" Toothless butted Hiccup, mewling. Hiccup peeked at him through his fingers.

"Hey, bud." Stormfly hopped over, nuzzling him affectionately. "Hello to you too." He petted the two dragons until Astrid returned. Then they ran off to play. "What would you call a Deadly Nadder and Night Fury hybrid?"

"Trouble." He rolled his eyes, but that only gained him a large bruise and a dead arm.

"Deadly Night Nadder Fury?" Hiccup tried.

"Night Nadder?" They glanced at each other, eyes sparking with an idea. Simultaneously, they exclaimed: "Deadly Fury!"

She hit him. "That was my idea!"

"We said it at the same time!" Another hit. "OK, OK, your idea." She whacked him again to make herself feel a bit better and then smiled. "That'll be one weird looking dragon though." She rolled her eyes at him. "Hey! Why do you get to do that and I don't?"

"Because I'm your wife and I will bury you alive otherwise."

"You're deceptively sweet, it's scary." She gave a honeyed smile, her blue eyes glinting mischievously. "You'll also be the death of me."

"I plan to." She raised her arms, cutting off his reply. "What do I do about these wings?" She asked, waving the material around. Hiccup got her to hold still and showed her how to tuck it away properly, ready for the next flight.

He just about finished when she hurried off and threw up in a nearby bush.

"Are you alright?" He asked, moving forward to hold back her hair. Once done, she nodded. "Sure?" Another nod, partnered with a stern frown. "Let's get you home."


Her sickness continued, striking randomly. He monitored what she ate and the water she drank- he ate and drank the same, but he was fine.

Valka checked her over as well, despite Astrid's protests. Other than the spontaneous vomiting, she was perfectly healthy.

"See, I told you!" Astrid scolded smugly. "I'm fine!"

"Then why are you sick so much?"

"I'm allergic to you, clearly."

"All of a sudden?"

"Marriage is rather infectious."

"I must be immune then."

"You always were a weird one." He gave an incoherent protest, turning back to face her with flailing hands. "You still do it." She flapped her hands too. "When have I ever done that with my hands?" She mimicked teasingly.

"I don't sound like that!"

"You do too!"

"I like to think I sound a bit more masculine than that." She scoffed. "Oy!"

"Oh, what are you going to do?"

"I'll take your axe from you."

"I'll break your legs then." She glanced down. "Well, leg." Hiccup gave a very sarcastic, false laugh and then sulked. "Uh, where do you think you're going?"

"I'm hungry."

"Do we have any pie?"

"Might." He looked back at her curiously, hovering on the top step. "I thought you weren't that keen on pie?"

"I just really fancy pie for some reason." She shrugged. "Get me pie." He nodded slowly, giving her a final bemused look before disappearing.


"You've gained weight." Valka observed. Astrid blinked at her. "I'm not being horrible, dear, but you have."

"It's all that pie she's eating." Hiccup hissed, ducking Astrid's punch and sidling over to his father. He pulled a face at her, safe by Stoick.

"Pie?" Stoick frowned. "You don't like pie."

"Apparently she does. She has literally eaten nothing else for… three days? Maybe four, I lose track." His parents were both staring at Astrid questioningly, but she paid them no mind, glaring at her husband. "Just saying." Hiccup smiled, raising his hands in surrender.

"Astrid…" Valka began carefully. "Are… are you…" She glanced at the two men pointedly. They quickly struck up a loud conversation about chairs. "Are you late?" Valka quizzed quietly. Astrid tried to keep her expression neutral, but her cheeks burnt. "And… how long have you been craving pie?"

"Last few days." Astrid mumbled in reply, wringing her hands nervously- a habit she had picked up from that infuriating husband of hers.

Valka beamed at her and then quickly concealed her glee. "What?" Astrid asked warily.

"Yeah, what?" Hiccup called. His mother turned stern and secretive and he huffed. "Fine. So, anyway, that chair-" Astrid zoned out from their chat and looked back at her mother-in-law.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm not saying anything, but… but I think… I think you might be pregnant."


There. That's why I needed a time-skip :D