Chapter 2
"I love you, Astrid," he hissed in her ear, his slick body moving above hers, "I have always loved you."
Astrid closed her eyes, clinging to his words and curling her arms arounds him, pulling him even closer in their passionate embrace.
"And I will never stop."
She could feel him everywhere. Against her, inside her. Above her.
"Never!"
"Hiccup!" she shouted, and heard him groan in her ear and-
Astrid's eyes fluttered open at the loud wailing coming from the crib. It was at the peak of dawn so she must have overslept again. Cursing to the Gods under her breath, she rushed over to Finn. Even though they had not found a routine for the feeding, she suspected her son was especially hungry in the mornings.
"Shh, I'm sorry, my love," she cooed at him. "I'm here now. There you go." Finn calmed down instantly.
Her dream had already soured her mood for the day and looking into her son's forest green orbs, she felt her heart clench painfully. No matter how much she tried to forget Hiccup, she would always have a constant reminder of him in their son. Her son, she mentally corrected herself. As far as Hiccup knew, Finn didn't even exist, and it would be for the best that way. He didn't love her anymore and the last thing she wanted was to be an inconvenience to him and his wife.
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"I think you are getting obsessed here Thugg," Milo commented, trailing after his friend cautiously.
Thuggory ignored him, continuing on the foreign path ahead. They had been walking for what felt like hours with little to no success in coming across any dragons of their interest.
"I swear to Odin I saw it lurking over there!" Thuggory accidentally stepped across a thick layer of mud, smearing it on his boots and nearly slipping down on the forest floor if it weren't for the tree in front of him. "Thor dammit!" he cursed.
"Maybe we should head back?" Milo suggested. "It's getting dark."
Thuggory shook his head. "No, we will keep searching until night falls," he decided firmly.
Milo sighed. The Meadhead heir had always been a stubborn and uncompromising man. He would not rest until he got what he wanted, that much was certainly apparent.
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Hiccup stared up at the ceiling of his roof, feeling restless and incapable of falling asleep.
It had been going on like this for months now and he just couldn't escape his spinning thoughts and the heavy guilt lingering within him.
His wife slept peacefully beside him, unaware of his struggles.
Her snores were light and breathy but didn't sooth him or lull him to sleep as they usually would.