Carl Solo - I appreciate your reviews, I do, but fuck me what do you have against pregnant characters? My stories aren't meant to be just smut, theres progression of relationships or difficult situations. If it ruins the action or whatever for you, don't read my work?

With any luck... this and the next chapter will bring this particular story to a close. It's been wild! I've discovered I love Valstrid fluff, and I already knew I liked a triad fic (I will be writing more in future but probably Hicretstrid not Valcupstrid). Plus this might well be the least angsty thing I ever wrote.

More time jumps to come.

-HTTYD-

Despite their concerns and Eret's still-valid offer, Astrid found that it took the better part of four more years for anyone to realise just how Haddock Raider looked. Perhaps Astrid and the others simply knew to look, as they knew who his parents were.

The questions were quiet at first, but soon enough the chief was expected to explain the lie. Hiccup had been their leader for near a decade by then, and gods had he grown into the role. Astrid could see the confidence in his posture, loved the surety of his voice. The calm way he dealt with things. The wisdom in his eyes.

"I opted not to punish anyone for one mead and grief-induced mistake. Raider is my son, and that's all that counts."

The Vikings pushed for more details until the 'sordid tale' of Eret and Valka sharing an illicit night of passion came out, but by then it was such old news. Raider was five and called Hiccup and Astrid his parents in public. Eret was betrothed to Wilka, a woman of questionable virtue and proper Viking stature, who didn't care about his 'fathering' Raider so long as there was nothing going on between he and Valka any longer.

Astrid was the one to back up her mother in law there, swearing Eret had never been in the Haddock home without Hiccup's invitation. And personally, Astrid was very much certain it wasn't Eret Valka spent her nights with.

Within a month, nobody brought it up any more. Vikings were like that. Stubborn and could hold a grudge, but since technically nobody had been hurt by Raider's conception story, nobody cared.

"Momma!"

Raider pottered up to Astrid, his cheeks patterned with freckles and shoulder length hair in a scruffy ponytail at the back. His big green eyes were full of worry.

"What's wrong little man?"

He held up his arms; Astrid leant down and picked him up.

"Daddy hurt his hand."

Astrid tried not to laugh, imagining the terror the boy had for Hiccup's injury as she carted her son out to where Valka and Erica sat 'helping' Hiccup. Mostly they passed him things that Toothless couldn't pick up, like the nails he needed. Two were sticking out of his mouth, holding them ready for when he needed them.

"There you are Raider. He ok?"

"He said you were hurt."

"Bumped my hand. I'm all good kiddo, promise."

Hiccup held out his hand, only a pinkish mark to show where the hammer had accidentally got him. Astrid leant forward and pecked a kiss on the terrible injury, enjoying the gentle light filling Hiccup's eyes. Seeing mom kiss it better soothed the young boy watching, and he dropped back down from her arms to plop next to Erica.

"Need any help babe?"

"Uh, you can go check the forge and see if our doors are finished?"

Astrid nodded, leaning up expectantly and Hiccup managed to remember the nails in his mouth needed removing, then came closer to kiss her. He still gave her butterflies years later. Valka's soft, knowing smile did the same. There was a more liberal sprinkling of silver in her hair than when they first welcomed her into the Haddock marital bed, more lines creased her face when she smiled but Valka was every bit as enchanting and beautiful to her lovers as she had been then. Her cheekbones could still cut sunshine, her mouth stoll curved into that wicked half-smile.

Hiccup had grown his hair longer and taken to tying it back, but he rarely grew more than a weeks scruff on his face before it was shaved off. Astrid knew he still had compunctions about looking too much like his father, but other than the sharpening of his jaw Hiccup had kept the resemblance to Valka that had shown itself in their son too.

Astrid herself had put on a little weight but kept fit and sprightly, spent as much time as she could doing aerial acrobatics with her mother in law. Valka was an obliging teacher - Astrid could fly standing up with impunity now.

Taking the walk down to the forge - Gobber was making them a couple of doors to go on the extension - Astrid amused herself with thoughts of Hiccup's reasoning for building the extension.

"Someone is gonna click that we're a room short since they don't know moms room is the kids room."

They hadn't even considered it until someone asked the chief mockingly how he and Astrid were in the bedroom, since their kids obviously shared their room. Hiccup mumbled something about sleepovers and silence and the next day, Astrid had found her husband sketching plans to expand their hut a little. Because of the placement of the chiefs hut, they weren't short of room to the side or back in which to build outward.

"Astrid!"

Bigger, blond moustache greying and with an even bigger collection of arm attachments, Gobber greeted her as happily as ever.

"Hey Gobber. Hiccup sent me to see if the doors were ready."

"They are indeed! Frames and all. Lockable too, since I know they are for the kids."

"That's awesome Gobber!"

He nodded, gesturing to the completed sets and looking for something to aid her transport. Grump was sleeping, and Astrid didn't fancy waking him. However, Gustav and Fanghook happened to be passing, and the Monstrous Nightmare was only too happy to help Astrid carry her stuff. Erica hopped up to greet the dragon eagerly, climbing all over him and thankfully he was most agreeable as the girl hung off his neck with a giggle.

"Hey chief."

"Hey Gustav. How's the A-Team?"

"Oh yanno. Flourishing under my intelligent, masculine guidance. A-Gustav!"

Astrid had to fight not to burst out laughing as Gustav flexed in Valka's direction. The woman was beautiful and that had not gone unnoticed, plus she was brimming with dragon knowledge and exciting stories. Gustav could often be found hanging on her every word when Valka was talking about the Bewilderbeast or rare breeds of dragon to the youth of Berk, now the Haddocks took at least one meal a day in the Great Hall.

It was good for their kids to socialise, to spend time with lots of other kids and other dragons. Their 'quirk' of often calling Valka mom had been put down to them picking it up from Hiccup, and so Valka got to hear them refer to her properly while everyone thought it cute. And it meant Gustav could indulge his hilarious crush. While Valka clearly wasn't averse to younger lovers, Gustav wasn't her type.

"You ready to get these doors put in babe?"

Hiccup tapped his chin with a charcoal stick, hmming to himself.

"Just gotta finish measuring the gap needed there. And then we'll need some roof paint. I wanna get that done before the wet weather comes back soon."

"A roof is good for keeping out the rain."

Hiccup threw his mother an eye roll which she matched with a wink. Only Astrid heard Hiccup's faint growl, knew it meant Hiccup was thinking of how they might wind down after a hard days work. They had fitted the doors before dinner beckoned hungry Haddocks to the Great Hall, where thick yak broth and surprisingly fresh bread awaited.

Raider and Erica were messy but thankfully not picky eaters, somehow the meal ending with bread in Raider's hair and yak chunks stuck to Erica's tunic. Hiccup laughed as he cleaned them up, managing to combine that with Svenson complaining about the lack of apples being traded that time of year - it wasn't the season for them so Astrid wasn't that surprised herself.

"As soon as the traders bring them again, you'll be the first I tell Svenson. Promise. Chief's honour."

"Hmph."

Svenson stamped off heavily, the mans grizzly temper waned only in the face of his dragon - a scrappy little Hackatoo that could often be found 'helping' the loggers by taking the heftiest logs. Trouble was, nobody knew where he put them.

Hiccup handed off the kids to their mothers while he joined the older Vikings for a couple of ales - he abhorred it, hated sitting drinking when he could be home with them but it was just one of those things that often solved problems not brought up at council meetings. She and Valka took the two young ones home, tucking them into their fur wraps and sitting around the fire with warm yak milk.

They'd not settle until Hiccup came home to bid them goodnight, often ending up in bed with their mothers when Hiccup was away doing chiefly duties overnight. It was sweet, if a little frustrating that they lacked the chance to ease each others missing Hiccup. Still, their babies undoubtedly came first.

An hour or so later the father in question ambled through their door, smelling more strongly of alcohol than his steady gait suggested he had imbibed. Raider and Erica leapt up, knocking over thankfully empty cups to hurry toward Hiccup.

"Daddy!"

"Hello little monsters! What are you doing up? It's past your bedtime."

"Waiting for you daddy!"

"You put us to bed daddy chief?"

Hiccup beamed at them both, then scooped one up in each arm and held them tight. He had maintained that wiry lean frame, but his muscles were undoubtedly more finely tuned than as a boy, and he was stronger for it. Astrid enjoyed admiring his matured body; Valka had taught them that appreciation herself, with her body that told a hundred stories.

"Say goodnight little monsters."

Raider bid his mothers goodnight while Erica giggled and shook her head.

"Goodnight little monsters!"

Hiccup's mouth quirked in a fond smile, hugging them to his body and carrying them to their room. Valka's room, Valka's bed repurposed into two smaller, though Hiccup had made each of their kids individual headboards with names and their chosen pictures carved in. Astrid had helped put the Nadder and Deathsong on Raider's, while Erica had a Stormcutter and Nighy Fury carved by Valka. Toothless often slept in their room, his stone bed in the middle of the floor.

She listened as Hiccup tucked them in and told them to go to sleep, chuckling at how Erica denied tiredness. It would have been infinitely more convincing had she not yawned as she said it. Astrid and Valka shared a smile, curling together on the sofa to listen to their shared lover-son-husband with their kids.

Hiccup came back out a few minutes later, eyes crinkling warmly as he smiled at the sight of the two together. Rather than instigate himself between them, Hiccup opted to sit Astrid's other side and ensconce them both in his arms. It was a tight fit, but if there was one place Astrid didn't mind being a little squished, it was between those two.

"Babe, I love you dearly but if you expect to kiss me tonight you gotta do something about the breath."

Hiccup's face pressed to her shoulder as he laughed, Valka's tinkling giggle joining it.

"Fair enough."

Effortlessly indulgent of her, the wonderful husband produced cocoa from the secret-kids-can't-know stash and they shared warm chocolate yak milk, blissfully changing his breath from bitter ale to thick and sweet. Astrid got to find out first hand when Hiccup slid an arm around her lower back and captured her lips. Warmth lanced down her spine to settle in her belly, hands slipping under her clothes and she knew Valka was joining in.

"Bed?"

Hiccup growled against her ear, nipping the delicate skin beneath it.

"Bed."

Astrid couldn't help but gasp out her answer as a hand curled over her breast, slipping beneath bindings she hadn't noticed being loosened. The trio made it upstairs to their bed, a stark breeze whistling through the dragon hole in the roof and raising goosebumps on her heated skin.

Despite what most expected in men and women when it came to sexual relations... Astrid knew different. Valka was the primal one, the feral one who was reduced to grunts and groans before anyone else. Tonight was little different as her teeth grated over Astrid's skin, making her words catch as Astrid tried to point out the open dragon hole that ultimately anyone on a dragon could see them through.

Hiccup reluctantly left the bed to close it, then crawled back on behind Valka, twisting her head to kiss her while Astrid watched, breathless as they fumbled and groped and rutted together. There was a three-day scruff decorating Hiccup's jaw and cheeks, sharpening his features further and seeming to add to the feeling of him sucking at Valka's neck and collarbone, hand bunching her tunic up around her hips.

Long-practiced meaningful tugs and fiddling soon left the three naked, Hiccup's metal leg dropped to the ground alongside his leggings but he was more than adept at moving with his knees, tackling each of them to the bed in turn to kiss the absolute senses out of Astrid, then Valka. How the two coordinated silently was beyond her, but by the time Valka was biting wetly at Astrid's inner thigh while Hiccup pressed inside his mothers body she didn't care.

"Oh yes, gods you feel good son."

Valka growled out, the arousal between them easily transferring to Astrid as eager hands gripped her hips. Valka's nails, kept short by scratching dragons so often, sank into the softened curves of Astrid's waist and hips as a knowing tongue delved between her spread thighs. Her eyes fell closed as Valka licked and sucked at and around her clit, eyes falling closed but Astrid could still picture Hiccup's thrusts, knowing they were in time with the hungry moans vibrating against the delicate skin beneath Valka's mouth.

Her hips bucked up to grind against Valka's tongue, greedy for the heat and strength of her lovers mouth and lips, working Astrid to a frenzy of need. Her hands curled into fists, one on the bedframe and the other within Valka's gloriously untamed hair. A glorious haze of sounds and feelings and muscle spasms connected the three at the peaks of pleasure, where mere mortals could taste the bliss Valhalla offered only to come crashing back to earth in a messy tangle of limbs. Hiccup licked his mothers lips, tasting Astrid there and letting out little sounds of pleasure for that fact.

It didn't take Hiccup, long accustomed to satisfying two women, much time to regain his erection. In the interim he had been tormenting Astrid to a state of hungry to be fucked, sucking at her nipples and stroking her belly, her hips and thighs. Valka joined in the sweet, sinful torture by capturing Astrid's lips, kissing her deeply and scraping nails along her scalp just hard enough to send shivers down her spine.

Hiccup's cock dripped sticky precum on her thigh as he straightened up, observing the quivering mass of need she was there amongst the bed furs. He leant down and kissed her sweetly, soothing after all the rough and biting from them both that had left her lips swollen. He nuzzled at her before penetrating fully, the stretch and fit as perfect and breathtaking as ever.

"Love you."

He muttered it against her lips, a near-silent oath of emotion just for her. One of those little things Hiccup naturally did to ensure neither woman felt second best or pitted against each other. Astrid returned the words, speech catching on each deep, glorious thrust that Hiccup buried himself inside her on. His rhythm was practiced, his knowledge of her body only comparable to Valka's as he fucked her slow and sure.

Astrid reached up to clasp his shoulders, hug him closer as her legs met around Hiccup's slim waist. Hiccup obliged, tilting back and taking Astrid with him until she was seated in his lap facing him. It was powerfully intimate, eye contact unavoidable unless she buried her face in his neck but why would she waste such a chance? The pleasure and lust and heat burning in his eyes could be enjoyed so well up close, and Hiccup's every motion hit Astrid deeper and deeper until she could scarcely tell where he ended and she began.

Hiccup kept his hand against her lower back, supporting Astrid's weight for her as they ground against each other. It was too much, too good and Astrid finally felt her eyes close and her head drop against her will as climax overtook them both. Hiccup clutched her tighter, shaky thrusts leaving them as close as two could be through the spikes of molten pleasure until they were a shuddering mess of shaky limbs, tumbling to the bed with soft smiles.

They dug for the last vestiges of their energy together, pouncing on Valka as one to ensure she too experienced the heights of pleasure after their erotic display aroused her so. Lazy clean ups were all they could manage, probably to regret in the morning but Astrid couldn't find it in her to care as Hiccup spooned her back, Valka somewhere behind him as she felt a second hand come to rest on her sweaty hip.

Their kids had long learnt not to come into the grown ups room without permission unless it was an absolute energy.

Unfortunately for the system, breakfast was an emergency to young hungry Vikings and Astrid was cruelly torn from sleep by Erica charging into the room, demanding they get up and make her and her brother breakfast. Valka banished them from the room to allow them to dress; nudity wasn't too uncommon for their kids to occasionally glance but when Hiccup had his usual morning erection and all three were still messy from the night before, it was something neither Erica or Raider should see.

Astrid couldn't exactly say nudity between parent and child was never sexual - she shared a bed with her husband and his mother.

"I'm up I'm up! They are lucky they're cute."

Hiccup clambered out of bed and reattached his leg, stumbling sleepily to the bathroom. Astrid shivered with the loss of his warmth, shuffling into his vacated space and Valka's welcoming arms for heat. He chuckled sleepily at them, voice rough with the early hour as he pulled on leggings and a tunic - probably to hide the bite marks on his chest - before stepping into his boot and venturing down to feed the kids.

"Bed is comfy."

Valka chuckled in her ear, kissing Astrid's bare shoulder and the two nuzzled closer. Unfortunately both stomach and bladder had other ideas, organs demanding that Astrid leave the bed to pee and obtain breakfast. Valka chuckled again as Astrid's stomach growled, the two reluctantly venturing from the warm cocoon of furs and blankets to chilly morning air. Astrid purred as Valka happily braided her hair for her, returning the favour before they ventured down to freshly cooked yak bacon and bread warming by the fire.

"Morning."

Hiccup greeted both with mugs of their preventative tea, which despite the failings shown in them having two kids, had as such held up to their energetic sex lives. Valka insisted she was likely too old, but her moon cycle had yet to stop completely so they took no chances.

Astrid did sometimes ponder a third child, but not enough to broach the topic with her lovers. They were plenty busy anyway with the two they had.

"Ok! After breakfast you two have dragon class" there were excited sounds from the kids "and I gotta finish the extension. Astrid, I think the Berk Guard wants you to help out with training drills, and mom you would be the biggest saviour ever if you were to help out in the dragon nursery today."

Both women agreed to the schedule, so after breakfast they parted ways for the morning. Astrid picked up the kids on her way back from training, finding her husband in the Hall with paint on his cheek and yak butter on bread in his mouth as he waved them over. Raider and Erica immediately joined him in stuffing their faces, giggling as Toothless and Cloudjumper playfully fought over the Icelandic cod and smoked salmon in their bowls. The Stormcutter eventually bowed to the alpha and nudged the good stuff over to Toothless.

Stormfly had set up with her own some time ago, staying out of the boys scrapping. Astrid was faintly amused by the similarity of her and Ruffnut, who often wondered off and ignored her two boyfriends herself.

"Is it done?"

"The extension? Yep. Once the waterproof roofing paint dries we'll have... space again."

Astrid nodded, dunking her bread in a bowl of watery vegetable broth and transferring it to her mouth with relish. She had had a hard mornings work. Her stomach continued to grumble at her despite the meal, culminating in a horrible sensation before Astrid was making a dash outside only to vomit into a bush.

Valka had run out after her, Hiccup and the kids close behind. Astrid began counting days as she wiped her mouth, redoing the numbers before turning to her assembled family with a hand over her stomach.

"Are you-?"

"I think so."

They looked down at the two five year olds, who peered back up in confusion.

"Here we go again."

-HTTYD-

Wheeee this story is almost done and I'm so happy to finally be closing one. It's hard to juggle so many different timelines and dynamics in my head.