Dragons: The New Chief

Chapter 32: A Painting of Hiccup and His Family

The next day went by just about the same as they day before, without the snide remarks from Spitelout or the taunting jokes from the gang. Besides that, everything was back to normal, if not better. Sure, it was embarrassing for Hiccup to admit, but everyone understood, nobody teased him. He had never killed someone before, but Odin he was close two days ago.

Spitelout wasn't seem at the next and final feast, and neither were Snotlout and Heather. Njord was brought with his grandparents, who said that Heather excused herself as feeling ill. Astrid begged to differ. She and Hiccup both knew that she and Snotlout were together, perhaps even falling in love. They had never admitted it before, but the way they looked at each other and how they acted around each other reminded the newlyweds of themselves.

After the feast they shared another dance. Astrid was getting the hang of it, tapping and moving her feet to the tune and following Hiccup's lead. They denied any drinks that were handed to them, mostly because Hiccup wanted to remember everything that would happen that night, unlike his wedding night which came fuzzy to him.

When they left, Valka excused herself yet again. Astrid and Hiccup had protested once again, but Valka found another excuse to cover up her real reason for staying away, so that her son and his wife could have the house to themselves for a few days.

That is what lead to this moment, the morning after the last feast.

Astrid was just now sitting up in bed, looking over to her snoring partner. She snickered, he was a loud one. All she could hear was the snorting air being pulled through his nose and open mouth. She pushed his auburn locks out of his face, revealing the young, goofy, freckled face of the one she loved. Before standing, she leaned over and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

The blonde padded over to the dresser and pulled out the dress in which Hiccup said would be perfect for today. After pulling her leggings up, she went to tie her breast bindings. That's when Hiccup woke.

He silently rose from the bed and tied his prosthetic. Being as quite as he could with a metal leg, he walked behind Astrid and grabbed the fabric she was trying to tie and tied it for her.

She jumped at the touch of his cold fingers.

"Relax." He said, giving her a kiss on the jaw. "It's just me."

She did as told and put her arms down, letting him tie the white fabric. Her mind was elsewhere when he finished and pressed himself to her back, laying his head on her shoulder. She turned her head to the side, gazing at her husband from the corner of her eye.

"Do you think we did it?" Hiccup asked as he slid his hand down her side and along her stomach, where it settle on the flesh just below her belly button.

The blondes stomach fluttered as Hiccup kissed up and down her jaw. The feeling was surreal, the possibility of her carrying a child seemed like a dream to her. She raised her left arm above her head, where her hand found it's way into Hiccup's messy, auburn locks. Her hand slid down the back of his head until it found his neck, where it stopped.

"Only time will tell." She replied.

Hiccup chuckled and kissed the corner of her lips before moving on to get dressed himself.

He pulled on the loose cotton clothing that he wore underneath his flight suit before putting the leather and metal armor on over it. It didn't take him long to get ready after that, just combing his hair, pulling his boot on and clipping his cloak into place.

As for Astrid, when Hiccup was all finished, she had just finished tying up her bodice to the dress. Hiccup looked over his shapely wife. The dress was a foresty green color, the same color as the tunic he wore at the wedding, and fell down to her ankles, giving way to her boots. The sleeves were long and tight, but seemed to only go to her elbow since she was pulling on her dark fur bracers that matched the antique brown cloak that she had just clipped on earlier. The corset bodice laced up from her waist with a black cord to where the collar of the dress lay, giving way to a slight amount of cleavage. But from the waist down, besides the flowy green skirt, was the jagged chainmail that reminded Hiccup of his fathers kilt-skirt thing and a strip of black cloth that wrapped around her waist, synching in her already slim figure.