A Hiccstrid Story | When worlds collide

Self-conscious

"Astrid?" Hiccup panicked.

"Astrid?!" Heather joined him, hopping out of bed.

"What's wrong?! Are you okay?!" Hiccup gasped.

Astrid remained motionless for a few seconds more and then let out a small chuckle, rolling her eyes.

"Hiccup, give me your hand." She reached her hand out, grasping his hand and leading it under her sweater, landing on her stomach.

"Astrid, what are you-"

"Shhh... just wait." She hushed.

Hiccups face lit up with a fatherly glow.

"Is that what I think it is?" He gasped.

Astrid chuckled.

"What's going on?" Heather wondered, capturing Hiccup's attention.

"The baby's kicking." He said.

"What?!" Heather perked up. "He is?"

"She." Hiccup corrected.

"He." Astrid glared.

Hiccup rolled his eyes.

"Well, boy or girl, they seem to take after you." Hiccup chuckled.

"What makes you say that?" Astrid wondered.

"They enjoy hitting me." He joked.

"Oh, Thor." Astrid cringed. "Don't say 'they'. It makes it sound like there's more than one. And one is more than enough."

Heather couldn't help but chuckle.

"You guys are really starting to sound alike." She teased.

"Wanna feel?" Astrid asked.

Heather smiled from ear to ear.

"I'll take that as a yes." Astrid giggled.

Hiccup maneuvered himself until he was stationed behind his girlfriend. She leaned back, laying between his legs, rolling her sweater up. She took Heather's hand and placed it close beside Hiccups.

"Incredible," Heather whispered as she felt the slightest movement. "Does it hurt?"

"A little. But, I've had worse." She noted. She wriggled in Hiccup's lap.

"Hey, are you sure you're feeling okay?" Hiccup asked, using his free hand to sweep the bangs from her face. "You're feeling a little warm." He said as he placed the back of his hand against her forehead.

"Peachy." She fibbed.

"Astrid..." Hiccup glared at her knowingly.

"Fine, I feel nauseous and sweaty." She admitted, breathing rapidly.

"Here," Hiccup sat her up and tugged at the rim of her sweater, lifting it over her head. "Better?"

"Better." She confirmed, leaning back into his chest.

Knock Knock.

"It's me," Fishlegs called from the hall, before peering into the door. "Woah, sorry!" He quickly turned around as he noticed the scene on the inside of the door.

"Fishlegs, it's okay. You can come in." Astrid called. Fishlegs was hesitant but soon joined them in the room.

"So, is there a reason you're all touching Astrid's stomach?" Fishlegs wondered.

"They baby started kicking. We all got a little excited." Heather shrugged finally stepping away to engulf her boyfriend in a hug.

"Oooh, that is so exciting."