Alright, so it has been a while since my last update, but I finally got around to getting this chapter hammered out. Not as much Hiccup and Astrid dialogue here, but a bit of story and a little Viking mythology thrown in. I hope you enjoy!
Snotlout was a true Viking to the core. Every moment of his life had been spent training his body to handle the everyday life of his people. Violence was second nature to him and he even used it on his friends, in small doses of course. Every woman that lived and walked Midgard was fawning over his overly massive arms and his outrageously burly chest. Except for one. Astrid was an enigma that just escaped Snotlout's understanding. One moment, she was totally into him and the next she was beating his face into the cobblestone. And while that particular greeting may be commonplace among men, specifically what he did to Hiccup growing up, it was troubling to think that Astrid treated him more like a brother than a potential husband.
Admittedly, she was engaged now, but he was almost positive that he could still convince the chief that he was the better match and have her all to himself. So her betrothal shouldn't have caused her to treat him like one of the guys. Snotlout's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he continued to drag his admittedly light load across the stone walkway to the chief's house. Hiccup was an unconscious rag doll scraping the ground behind him, unwittingly making Snotlout's day just a tad bit better.
It wasn't that he hated Hiccup, he actually liked him as far as people go. Hiccup was the one Viking that always made Snotlout feel better when he was around him. After all, compared to his spindly figure and girlish actions, all he did was make Snotlout look like a better Viking around him. For all his faults, he still held in there and accomplished something that no one thought was possible. Hiccup ended the war between Vikings and Dragons. Snotlout scoffed a little as he thought that he would have eventually did the same thing, but he was just too nice of a guy and let Hiccup do it before he did.
However, he had to respect Hiccup. Astrid was one of the heaviest hitters on the island, only losing to the chief and Gobber when it came to inflicting pain on others. Snotlout knew from personal experience that when she hit you, you felt it. After his unexpected beating that he took earlier, he thought about how many times she had actually hit people. So he started counting people with bruises. Astrid always left a mark, with or without weapons. Strangely enough, the person with the most bruises inflicted by Astrid was Hiccup. Sure, everyone had seen how many times that Astrid had 'hit' Hiccup, but Snotlout had always thought that it was just a soft tap that you give to a friend. Apparently, according to Hiccup's arms, they were not as gentle as he had imagined. A small bit of respect had been added to Hiccup's growing Viking qualities in Snotlout's eyes. Not that he'd ever say it out loud. That's just the kind of Viking he was.
Surprisingly enough, it was Hiccup's head hitting the stone steps that snapped Snotlout out of his reverie. Toothless had went ahead of the duo and was waiting inside the house for his rider to be brought to him. A smirk made its way to Snotlout's face as he purposefully walked up the steps, letting Hiccup's head rap against each step on the way. After reaching the inside of the hall, a snarl was the only warning that Snotlout got before a tail smacked him in the back of the head and sent him sprawling into the floor. Toothless growled at him as he wrapped the previous weapon around Hiccup's figure and drug him closer to himself.
Snotlout shook his head and stood up, readjusting his helmet. "Stupid dragon. I totally let you do that." He started to dust himself off with his hands, removing the layers of dirt that had piled onto him. After all, only true Vikings were able to avoid Laugardagur while everyone hunted you down to wash off the dirt and grime that accumulated from doing other Viking activities. Toothless continued to growl at him as he slowly made his way to the door. Unfortunately, that put him dangerously close to the dragon and Hiccup. "You're welcome!" With that, he left the house, but not before another smack to his rear made him move a bit faster away from the chief's house. "Ow! Stupid lizard!" Snotlout went to go back and teach that ungrateful pet not to mess with him when the door was shut in his face and knocked him back on his butt. Dazed and slightly confused, Snotlout moved away from the door, grumbling to himself all the way.
No one knew what he did to help. No one appreciated his awesomeness. Astrid was the closest one to show him how much she cared. After all, Vikings loved violence and if you beat someone up a lot that obviously means that you have to like them. Otherwise, you'd just issue a duel to the death and kill whoever you didn't like. That was the Viking way. Now he just had to think of a way to get Astrid to marry him instead of Hiccup.
While walking away and talking to himself, Snotlout ran into the twins, specifically Ruffnut. Unfortunately for both of them, their balance wasn't the greatest in the world and the world rushed up to greet the both of them as they fell together. Ruffnut landed on her back first and Snotlout landed on top of her. Snotlout expected a bony elbow or rib to collide with his beautiful face, but instead it was a soft texture that he bounced off of. Curious, Snotlout lifted his head to see what he had landed on, only to see the bust of Ruffnut two inches away from his face. He didn't have time to think of anything other than 'When did she get these?' before a fist slammed into his right cheek at a tremendous speed.
Snotlout went flying off of Ruffnut who was red in the face and screaming at him. His ears were ringing, so he couldn't make out what she was saying, but it was a little strange. His face felt a little numb from the impact, but he could still feel the softness that he had felt earlier. His mind moving at a tumultuous speed, the only thing he could think of was 'I just touched her…her… boobs! I touched boobs before Hiccup did! I'M THE VIKING!'
Of course, it was then that Tuffnut decided to step in and tackle Ruffnut like Snotlout did when his hearing came back. Ruffnut pushed Tuffnut off of her and punched him in the mouth. "Wow! Tackling pisses you off that much? Sweet! Let's do it again!" Tuffnut replied, before his sister kicked him in the stomach. The two started fighting and rolling on the ground, fists and feet flying in every direction. Snotlout didn't care, he had to go tell his dad. He had done the impossible! Sure, Hiccup killed the Queen Dragon, but he touched a girl's boobs! No one could say that but him! So he got up and ran to his house a quickly as his feet could carry him, thoughts of Ruffnut and her bust clouding his mind and making him forget all about his earlier thoughts of Astrid.
Stoic walked with a purpose towards his battle brother's forge. He had been ready to take Hiccup home when he had heard small giggles coming from down the street. Only one Viking had the audacity to 'giggle' and when it happened, it never ended well. So, after ordering the nearest Viking around that wasn't a Hofferson to take Hiccup home, he went to investigate the noise that always precluded disaster, Gobber's giggling.
After finding him talking with some fishwives, he turned to leave, but Stoic stood directly in front of his exit, both arms crossed and an angry scowl in place. "Just what are you doing, Gobber?"
Gobber chuckled nervously and tried his best to look innocent. "I was just uh… talking with the womenfolk so I can get a uh… meal?" He looked a little guilty at that last part and Stoic judged it was there that the disaster lay.
"And what exactly did you exchange for the meal? After all, those fishwives don't go cooking for anyone but their own family unless it's through a trade of some sort." Stoic scowled a little to add extra emphasis on his questions.
"Ahh… uhh… well, you see, the thing is… I was just kind of talking with them about recent events. You know how they are about weddings and such, so I thought if I gave them a little to think about, I could get a meal out of it before they thought about it." Gobber took a small shuffle step back at his glowering battle brother and sheepishly started scratching the back of his neck.
"What did you tell them, Gobber?" Stoic intoned in his chief voice that brooked no argument, something that he rarely used with his friend, unless he was being unusually skittish about a subject.
"I may have just pointed out what has happened between the two soon to be weds recently. You know, Astrid and Hiccup going into the woods, then a little while later, she's beating him with her axe. Just things that they would have thought of sooner or later, so I thought I'd get a meal out of it." Gobber tried to smile, but his tooth popped out and he took a couple seconds trying to catch it before Stoic reached out and grabbed it in midair.
Stoic reached out and grabbed Gobber by his beard. "By Thor, Gobber! You know what they'll say! Hiccup's life could be in danger! Do you want to see this village without an heir? Angnir doesn't know and he wouldn't have found out until after they were already married! Now, he might hear of it before they wed! Odin help us! We have to start right away! Come here, Gobber, you are to blame for this mess, so you help me clean it up before it gets too dirty." Stoic finished his loud whispering and shoved Gobber's tooth back into his hands, then turned and started marching toward his home.
Gobber popped his tooth back into his mouth, then shrugged before hobbling after Stoic. Stoic himself was running through the list off all that must be done and how to get it done the fastest way possible. "Gobber, we will need the wedding ring molds ready to use and another mold for a sword, just in case Hiccup can't find one in the tombs. Get the fires hot and ready for this evening, the sooner we get this done, the better." Stoic dismissed Gobber and picked up his pace until he arrived at his hall.
Shouldering his way through the door, he was slightly surprised to see Gothi standing in front of his fireplace with a bunch of different herbs surrounding her as she intently watched the flickering flames. Still, he had a purpose to fulfill and he ignored her presence and ventured into Hiccup's room upstairs. Normally, he would wait for his son to wake up in his own time, but time was something that they simply did not have after Gobber's little stunt with the gossiping fishwives. So he went to his son, who was curled up on his bed with Toothless wrapped around him.
Stoic liked the dragon, he truly did. Not only had he saved his son's life before, but it seemed to be responsible for the growing maturity in Hiccup. Still, if it was going to get in his way of protecting his son, it had to be moved. So when Toothless saw him approach Hiccup with his scowl in place, he visibly bristled and tightened his hold on his once again unconscious rider. "I don't have the time to wrestle with you, dragon. I need to wake him up and talk with him, it's important."
Toothless seemed to understand most of what people told him and that was the only reason that he continued talking to him. His intelligence proved itself when Toothless uncurled from around Hiccup and licked his face, trying to wake him for the chief.
With a little sputtering and groaning, Hiccup batted Toothless off of him with protests of gross and the inability to wash certain stains out. Stoic saw his opening and cleared his throat to get his attention.
"Dad! Uhh, hey dad! Why are you here? In my room?" Hiccup tried to sit up, but seemingly just noticed that he was in pain and grabbed at his left eye. "Oh gods, why does this happen EVERY time?"
"Son, get dressed, we need to hurry." Stoic brought him back to the present.
"Hurry? Why? What's going on?" Hiccup's confusion was easy to see on his face, but Stoic had to keep him moving.
"I will tell you on the way, now follow me, son." Hiccup was a little slow to follow him, but the steady clunk-step that followed behind him made Stoic aware that he was being followed. After they got to the bottom of the stairs, he saw Gothi standing there waiting for the both of them, her staff barring their way. "Not now, elder. We have to leave as quickly as possible." Stoic began to move past her, but she moved further in front of them and pointed at the fireplace with her staff.
Sighing, Stoic nodded and moved towards the fireplace with Hiccup in tow. Gothi moved in front of them and then pointed at Hiccup while looking at Stoic, then shook her head from side to side. "Listen, Gothi, I know you don't want him to marry right now, but he doesn't have a choice. I don't have a choice and the village doesn't have a future if he doesn't. I won't stop the marriage from happening, even if you say he can't." Stoic didn't even glance at his son, but he heard his reply instead.
"Wha-what!? Ahh…uhh… dad, she is the village elder, maybe we should listen to her?" He asked in a questioning tone.
"Son, I already told you that you're getting married. I can't change that anymore, not with the coming of the other tribes, no doubt trying to set up a match of their own for you. You have to get married, it's the only way to keep Berk strong and the elder knows it." Stoic motioned at Gothi accusingly. "So instead of trying to stop the wedding, why don't you help it along? Whatever dangers that might come, it's better if we prepared for them rather than run from them." Stoic was starting to get heated, but Gothi just sighed and shook her head. She walked over to Hiccup and placed a single bone in his hand before looking him in the eye and then patting his now closed hand. After that, she moved back to the fireplace and started to gather her herbs.
Stoic nodded gruffly and motioned Hiccup to the door. He looked confused and overwhelmed by what he had just heard, but Stoic wouldn't let him think on it too long. With a firm hand, he grabbed Hiccup by the arm and dragged him outside. "Enough of that, son. We have bigger issues to deal with. We have to get to the tombs as quickly as we can." He released Hiccup and continued walking, not noticing Toothless fall in step behind his son.
"Tombs? Why would we want to go to the tombs?" Hiccup stumbled a bit, then moved closer to his dad.
"It's what you wanted, son. A proper traditional marriage." Stoic continued walking, looking for the path that lead to the tombs.
"Gee thanks, dad. You're already expecting to bury me after I marry Astrid. Not a bad idea, actually." Hiccup's snarky response cut through Stoic.
"No, son. I'm not picking out a spot to bury you. It's tradition!" Stoic moved off into the path towards the tombs and started looking for the Haddock's burial mounds. "Every Viking, before he gets married, has to retrieve his ancestral sword and take it to his wedding. I still have your great grandfather's sword in my room, but you'll need another. So we are going to the burial mounds of the oldest Haddocks to get yours." Stoic offered nonchalantly, purposefully trying to avoid making a big deal out of it.
He remembered when he had to do this before he married and it scared him then. A dragon he could face, another Viking he could fight, but the supernatural always gave him the chills. How do you kill something that's already dead? Should you kill your own ancestor to protect yourself? Those thoughts ran through his head as he tried to muster up his courage to do exactly what he was expecting Hiccup to do now.
"Well, that's not gross at all. I guess I'll just walk up to my great great great grandfather and say 'Hey, I think I'll take your most treasured possession now. No hard feelings, I hope. After all, someone is going to take it from me when I die too!' I can see this ending well. I think I'm just going to go home now." Hiccup made to turn around, but Stoic's hand found his shoulder without him even glancing back at him.
"Oh no you don't. You asked for this and we have to do it now." Stoic found what he was looking for and maneuvered his way around the gravesite to get there, again dragging his reluctant son behind him.
"Why do we have to do this now? Why is it so important that we have to do it so soon? I mean, how about we come back here when it's early in the morning and go then, instead of late during the day, right before nightfall?" Hiccup's voice was cracking a little, but he still sounded a little braver than Stoic did back when he had to do it.
Stoic reached the door that descended down into the tomb and brought Hiccup around in front of him and in front of the door. "Well… you know… if Astrid's father found out about… you know… that…. you could be… well, you understand!" Stoic felt a bit flushed, trying to talk with his son about it, so he did what his father did, he opened up the tomb and pushed Hiccup into its gaping maw. "The quicker you get the sword, the quicker you can get this over with!" And then he reached into the hallway and removed a torch from the wall, lit it, then handed it to his son.
Stoic stepped back and went to shut the door when an overly large night fury scurried into the opening, knocking him over into the doorframe. The resounding crash shook the building and Stoic watched in horror as his son disappeared behind a curtain of falling dirt and rocks. "SON!"
After the debris had settled, Hiccup was swallowed in darkness…again. This time, he managed to stay awake, though. His eyes didn't work, but his best friend could easily see in the dark for him. Still, it didn't settle his nerves at all not being able to see his own hand in front of his face. "A little help here, bud?" Hiccup motioned at the old torch that his dad gave him, but had went out at the sudden rush of air following the collapsing entrance.
A quick burst of energy later, it was lit again and Hiccup looked at the wall of earth that now blocked his only known escape. He stepped a bit closer after he heard the muffled cries of his father. "SON! Are you alright? You've got to be alright! Say something!"
"I'm alright, dad! Is there another way out of here?" Hiccup hated to yell in such enclosed areas, but he really had no choice.
"I don't know, son. I'm going to get some help and we'll dig you out of there! Be careful, son!" And with that, there was no more noise.
Hiccup sighed heavily at his dad's remarks. No 'stay where you are!' or 'don't go anywhere' from him. Figures that he still wanted him to go and find the sword. "Well, bud. We better get moving. We're already here and I don't want to come back, so let's get it over with." Toothless narrowed his eyes a little, but moved to walk with his rider.
Hiccup held his torch up in front of him lighting the path and dodging large rocks that scattered the decrepit tomb. That is, until he saw another door. It was an iron door with runes engraved all around the doorframe. Hiccup had read about these doors. They guarded the land of the living from the residents of the dead. Called a corpse door, it was the only thing that could stop a draugr from escaping its resting place.
Hiccup gulped and slowly tried to open the door. Unfortunately, it was much heavier than he could hope to budge, so he looked at Toothless and his dragon obligingly pushed with him on is next try, forcing the aged door open. A horrible smell assaulted them both as air was sucked into the room. After moving the torch into the room, Hiccup saw that it came from the many different bodies lying on shelves, lining the walls. There was one corpse that laid in the back of the room and with it, a large double edged sword rested between dead hands on it's hilt.
A cold shudder moved its way down Hiccup's spine as he slowly inched forward, with Toothless at his heels. "I think that's the one, bud." He pointed at the sword, his hand shaking with chill or fear, he couldn't decide. Boy and dragon moved to the back of the room, the only source of light, his torch, casting a pale glow on the dead bodies that lay all around them. The stench was near overpowering, but Hiccup soldiered on. He definitely did not want to do this again.
When they had both finally reached the corpse holding the blade, Hiccup was at a loss as to what to do. He couldn't just up and take the sword, it was too big for him to carry, much less lift. Toothless couldn't lift it from the body without harming it in some way, either. So he stood there, trying to come up with a solution. Finally, after a nudge from his best friend, he mustered up the courage to test how heavy the sword was, exactly. He reached his hand out and saw the hands he would have to touch to retrieve the blade and almost puked. Still, he steadied his resolve and moved closer… only to be stopped by a cold and very dead hand that grabbed his wrist.
In a wheezy, but deep baritone voice, the corpse that had quite unexpectedly moved addressed the frightened heir. "Who dares bring a dragon into my burial chambers?"
Hiccup saw his life flash before his eyes, fear gripped him wholly and froze him on the spot. He couldn't even think, much less answer a question. Toothless shrieked in fear, then started to growl menacingly, which shocked him back into action. "No! Bud, no! Uhh… Hi, errr… hello, sir. My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. Uhh… Nice to err… meet you?" It was awkward, full of surprise and fear, with more than a little curiosity thrown into the mix, but it was definitely something that Hiccup had done.
"Haddock? One of mine?" The corpse released his hand and moved to stand in front of him. Hiccup realized that the entire room had started to rouse itself when his attention was moved back towards the…thing… in front of him. He remembered the old stories that Gobber used to tell about these creatures, these haugbui. Undead Vikings that lived in their tombs. He never thought that he would actually meet one, heck, he thought they were just stories! Then again, befriending dragons was much harder to believe then as well, so Hiccup stemmed his denial of the events and focused on trying to get out of the corpse door alive. It was the only thing that could stop them from harming him or Toothless…
"Why would a Haddock bring a dragon into his own family's burial tomb? Do you wish to disgrace your own clan name?" A little anger was seeping through his voice and the temperature started to drop some more as the rest started to stand around him. Murmurs of "Dragon." And "Betrayal" caught his ears as he listened to the growing number of awakening corpses.
"No! No! I came here because I'm getting married! And the entrance collapsed in on itself, so Toothless here, came to save me! Yeah!" Hiccup was slowly inching his way back to the hallway while talking.
"A dragon? Save a Viking? Never! I was killed by a dragon! My family burned around me in one of their attacks! They are the scourge of our people! And you brought one here! Bah! I'll end my own line before I accept 'help' from a dragon! Hrothgar the bold will never bend his knee to a dragon!" He grasped his sword in both hands and raised it above him, it barely scraping the ceiling.
"Wait! It's true! Dragons were our enemies! They killed hundreds of us in the war! They burned down our houses, stole our food, and killed our loved ones. But! Now the war is over! Dragons and Vikings are working together! We help each other rebuild halls, hunt more food, defend our homes, and make us stronger! Having them as allies is better than having them as enemies! I'm sorry that you were killed by a dragon! I really am! If I had been born earlier or if someone wanted to try to learn more about them earlier, then maybe it wouldn't have happened! But it did! I can't change the past! But I can change the future, if you'll let me. Toothless here is helping me make our tribe the strongest tribe in the archipelago. No other tribe has the same help that we do from dragons. We are not the strongest yet, but if you give us the chance, we can become that way! Berk will be the most prosperous and strongest Viking tribe that lives on Midgard. Isn't that what you want for our family? A good chief looks after his family and tribe, and we can do that if you will just let us." Hiccup did not know how or why this struck such a deep chord within him, but he couldn't stop talking. He had somehow stopped inching back towards the door and instead took a couple steps up at Hrothgar the Bold.
Silence filled the room. Dust fell from the ceiling a little as everything stood still. Hiccup's heavy breathing and Toothless's low growl the only things that pierced the room. That is, until a sword lowered to the ground and a thoughtful hum came from Hrothgar. "Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. I'll remember the name. If what you say is true, then the war is indeed over. Come closer so that I may look at you. Tell the dragon to stay. I want to see only you." His raspy breath echoed off the walls.
Hiccup shivered a little, but set his shoulders and motioned for Toothless to stay still. Then he took three strides forward and stood in front of the undead chief. On his way there, a tugging sensation came from his pocket, where he had put the bone that Gothi had given him. He ignored it and stood perfectly still, letting Hrothgar scrutinize him.
The old chief had no eyes, his skull was barely covered with any skin and what little that was there was a black color. His fingers were all but bone, but had enough skin and muscle to keep them all together and intact. Remnants of his old armor had rusted and most of it had been left on the shelf that he laid in. However, he still stood almost the exact height of Hiccup's father, his gaze just as piercing and his countenance just as harsh.
"Your words ring true and your courage is surprising. When I was a lad about to be married, I trembled at the mere thought of a haugbui, yet you stand tall in front of an entire room of us. I will bless your union by sparing your life and your dragon's. However, I wish to barter for my sword." Hiccup relaxed a little at his reply, but confusion etched across his features.
"Uhh… sure? What do you want?" The fleeting image of them demanding his other foot flitted across his mind before he shook it away, hoping against hope that it was not what Hrothgar wanted.
"I sense an old treasure of mine on you, lad. It was a bone that I wore around my neck while I was still alive. I wish to have it back. If you would trade me that for my sword, then you may have it." Hrothgar motioned at his overly large weapon.
Hiccup's eyebrows furrowed in thought as he remembered Gothi giving him the bone. She must have seen this happening! That was why she stopped them before him and his father left! He was definitely going to thank her when he made it back to Berk! "Uhh… sure!" Hiccup reached into his pocket and grasped the bone. Unfortunately, in his haste and clumsiness, he pricked his finger on the bone and jolted at the sudden pain. Then a bit more carefully, he pulled it out of his pocket, wiping the blood off of it before handing it back to Hrothgar.
Hrothgar curled his left hand around the bone before handing the sword over to Hiccup. "Then our deal is done. You may leave us, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. However, you will find leaving through the entrance difficult. So let us help see you out." He motioned towards the left wall and the haugbui there began tearing at the dirt into the wall and in an ascending tunnel. "Follow the path that they finish and you shall be free. I thank you for the news you brought us from your time, Hiccup. Until we meet again." And with that, he moved back onto his shelf and laid still, as did most of the others. When the digging was finally done, the others also found their own shelves before laying in them.
Hiccup and Toothless looked around, unbelieving. Hiccup shrugged his shoulders and went to lift the sword. As he expected, it was insanely heavy. Luckily, he had Toothless's help and he strapped it onto the saddle. Hiccup whispered to Toothless in a hushed tone, "Let's go home, bud. Dad won't believe this one." And the two made their way into the small tunnel that the haugbui had dug for them.
Snotlout was in the middle of telling his dad about his amazing act of bravery and skill when the chief had bellowed out a call to arms, interrupting his heroic tale. Just like everyone else, Snotlout left his house to see what the emergency was. Turns out, Hiccup was buried alive with a bunch of old guys. Oh yeah, he was definitely the better Viking. Hiccup gets trapped with old dead Vikings and he has to have the entire village help dig him out. He, on the other hand, could accomplish the impossible and touch a girl's boobs with his face!
Walking with his chest puffed out and a little flexing to improve his image of perfect Viking-ness, Snotlout strode with the confidence of a man who had no fear and in front of all the other Vikings that had grabbed a tool to help dig Hiccup out.
As he started to move around the side of the burial mound to get to the entrance, a hand rose from the ground and grasped Snotlout's ankle, causing the once great Viking to scream louder and in a higher pitch than any girl had ever dreamed of. Kicking and screaming in terror, he finally got the hand to let go of his ankle, then ran as fast as he could back to the village, screaming the whole way.
Ok, I am pretty sure that some have questions and I will gladly answer them. Just PM me or leave a review with a question and I'll answer it there. On a little interesting note, the particular zombies that I listed in this story are called haugbui because they do not leave their burial site. Some of the more savvy gamers might actually mistake them for draugrs (Skyrim shout out!), which are the same thing, but they leave their burial sites. Just a little interesting tidbit of information! Some might see this as moving a little far from the story, ie: 'Zombies? Really?' Hey, if there are dragons in this world, why can't there be viking zombies? And I'm not turning this into a zombie apocalypse story, I just really like having unique things happen to Hiccup. I think they help develop his character. I cannot promise that I will do the best job at covering a traditional Viking wedding, but I'm going to give it my best shot. I'm researching a ton of stuff about it and I'm absolutely sure that I will get some things wrong, but please overlook it for the story value. If you are indeed curious to see how a proper wedding is done, I'll gladly point you in the right direction. Well, that's all I got this round! I hope that you enjoyed it! Please review!