Hiccstrid One Shots

Nappy

*A couple of years after the Hiccstrid wedding*

Hiccup POV

The early dawn was barely stretching across the cloudy winter sky.

I stretched my long arms and rubbed the thick stubbles of my cheeks. I was silent, however, due to a tiny slowly breathing soul just 2 feet from my side of the bed.

I slowly rolled over and saw my Astrid's perfect little nose poking out from the furs. She doesn't like to be cold when she sleeps, so I always have to fight for the blankets.

I quietly pull her poor tired self into my arms and I feel her cold hands and feet against my skin, sending goosebumps all around.

My sweet wife was beyond tired as she is a new mother. Judging how my embracing of her entire body didn't wake her, I'd say she's hard in a slumber.

I cuddle my bride closely as I rest my chin on the top of her soft blonde head. I lightly scratched the back of her neck, as she likes, and it deepens her snoozing.

I thank Odin for Astrid who has been my strength for so many years. Even to the point of the dragons going back to the Hidden World, she has been by my side since the beginning.

But now, I have a more pressing and precious matter on my hands. Not the new island of New Berk or being chieftain.

But I have...

Suddenly.

A soft little cry emerges from the cradle at the foot of the bed we shared.

"Mmm. Hic... the baby...", Astrid is snapped from her REM sleep like a spark. Her motherly instincts are new, but sharp as the blade of her axe.

"Shhh. Don't worry my love, I got her", I insist as my delusional wife rolls over and knocks back out.

I quickly get out of bed, but stumble to the ground when I realize that I forgot I took my prosthetic off. I probably woke up Astrid...

"Leg", Astrid sleepily, sarcastically says from the bed.

The baby girl cries harder at the terrifying sound of her father falling into the wooden floor.

"Yeah yeah I know", I say quickly snapping it in place and getting up.

I do my best to ignore my giggling Astrid as I finally get to the tiny bed.

"Hey... shhhhh. It's okay Zephyr", I hush my babe as I hold her close to my chest.

A mere two weeks old and unbelievably tiny in my large hands. Her small fists are balled and tucked under her precious cheeks as the scrunched face predicted eminent cries.

"Shhh Zephyr. Let mommy sleep", I try hard to keep her quiet but I hear Astrid mumble something from under the furs.

"Hm?", I ask her.

"Nappy...", she lazily shouts.

"What? No? She just woke up?"

She giggles at me again, "No knucklehead, a nappy. A fresh nappy on her bum"

I am humiliated at my twisting of those words. Oh Thor I must be tired myself... or just completely and utterly terrified to change a dirty nap.

My little Zephyr is now screaming loudly in my arms as I lie her down on the cloth on the changing-table. I open a drawer where Astrid had neatly folded dozens of those little thick diapers and a bowl of pins.

I then unwrap the frail newborn and her little dirty nappy had a faint smell. I sneered at soiled material, gently took it off and threw it in a little bin.

I notice that the baby had some cleaning up to do around her bum....

But... what with?

I don't know what the Helheim I'm doing here.

Oh Thor I don't want to wake Astrid... again... but what do I do?!

"Uh... Astrid?"

"Mm?"

"What do I wipe her with?", I sheepishly ask her and she groans again.

"The dresser.... water... clean rag...", she instructs from half-sleep.

A light finally goes off in my head and I wet the rag and gently clean the area of her little bottom and I put the fresh, clean diaper on her and secure the pins.

The little angel is quiet now as I lift her head and bring her back to my chest. Wrapping her silky blanket around her body, I carefully rock her side-to-side as I hummed, "For the dancing and the dreaming"

I can't believe I am a father. I am a father to the most beautiful little girl in the entire world. And I get to show her all I know and teach her all I can about dragons. But she will do so much more than I could ever know. What a Chieftess she'll make one day.

I notice that my bride has sat up in bed and her back rest on the headboard.

She's smiling at me with such a warmness and longing I am not accustomed to.

"I love how much you adore our daughter", she cocks her sweet head sideways.

I smirk and make my way back to our bed and climb in to sit next to her. I am careful as I adjust so Zephyr can lay fully on my chest comfortably.

Astrid kisses my shoulder ever so tenderly and lays her head on it.

"All clean?", she asks gently stroking our baby girl's back.

Then, we heard a little rumple and... Zephyr spits up all down my chest. I can feel it fall all down my torso as I try to keep my composure after the smell.

"...Yup. All clean", I say through clenched teeth as my wife laughs uncontrollably at me.