Hiccstrid One Shots

Spooked

*Years after the Migration to the Hidden World*

*Hiccup POV*

"Daddy! Tell us a story!", my sweet daughter Zephyr begs by pulling on my arm.

"Zeph... it's time for bed", Astrid says from the other side of the moderately sized bedroom. My son was sleepily smiling in her arms.

"Just w-one stowey...?", Nuffink rubs his eyes upon behind laid in bed.

"Mommy and I have to get back downstairs to your aunt and uncles", I rub her little head full of hair.

"I've got a SPOOKY story!", I suddenly hear Tuffnut shouting from behind me, making the hair on my neck stand up.

"Oh uh... no. No scary stories", I awkwardly chuckle.

"Oh come on! It's not that scary! Snotlout likes this one!", Tuff snickers.

"HEY!", I hear my cousin coming up the stairs now.

Oh Thor... might as well make it a party. I'm just trying to put my children to bed.

"Spooky story!", Zephyr chants underneath my struggle to tuck her in.

My beautiful wife is now giggling, "Well if it's not scary for Snotlout, then how bad could it be?"

"You're condoning this...?!", I whisper to her.

She shrugs her shoulders, "It is that time of year, one story won't hurt"

I exhale deeply as I roll my eyes away from all of the gang that is now huddled in my kids' bedroom.

"Alright, one story and it's lights out for you two", I smile at the two perfect little creations of Astrid and I.

"YAY!", they clap their hands together. I kiss Zephyr's cheek and Nuffink's forehead as I join my bride on the end of his bed.

Tuffnut is seated on the end of Zephyr's bed as Ruffnut is close behind, "YEAH! TELL IT BRO!"

Fishlegs sits on the floor with Snotlout in between the little twin beds, then Eret behind them.

My left leg with the prosthetic has its knee popped up and Astrid hooks her arm around it and lays her head on my shoulder; planting a tender kiss on my cheek before settling in.

"Alright! This is a tale of insanity, chaos, and a fair mixture of LOKI!", his voice growls in a bear tone that has my poor children gripping their covers. But the curiosity never ceased to emerge from their innocent eyes.

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"Okay, but you have to admit that my son didn't look the slightest bit of scared", my sassy wife says as she pulls off her armor.

"Oh is that so?", I snicker.

"Yes. He's strong like his momma", she continues to change out of her day clothes.

"True...", I trail as I watch my bride who is now only in her breast bindings and leggings. She's facing the opposite direction as she combs through her long, blonde hair that is still a radiant golden glow. A mother of two, a wife of nearly ten years, and she still looks as beautiful as our wedding day.

I watch her as I throw on a cotton tunic with shorts and I keep my prosthetic on.

I then get an idea that will probably earn me a few bruises, but I want her to feel for our poor Zephyr who ended up hiding her face in my chest by the climax of Tuff's story.

Astrid was humming now as she counted the usual 100 brushes of her hair to get the tangles out.

I slowly approach her diagonally, careful not to be seen in the reflection of her tiny mirror. I cautiously step lightly so that the metal of my leg doesn't hit the floor with it's usual, alarming "clank".

I hold my breath as I near the beauty, who has no idea the devious little plan I have in mind.

With a swift motion and my hands gripping her upper-arms I leap with a, "RRRAAHHHH"

I swear to Odin, Astrid jumps three feet in the air.

"HICCUP!", she growls as one powerful hand grips my wrist. She quickly stands and twists my arm under me and strides forward.

I am thrown onto the bed, following a bony fist into my bicep.

"Ahhhhhh I'm sorry I'm sorry!", I am laughing and crying out in pain.

"What in Thor's name was that for?!", she is hovering over me with her strong fist in the hair. Her hair cascading all around my face, so I could only see hers. I am beyond amused at my fuming wife being beautifully resentful at my childish act.

"I thought you were the strong one", I tease. Astrid is beyond livid as I grow more attracted her her scrunched face. Nose sticking out slightly, she is disgusted at my amusement.

Finally, I can't help myself and I kiss Astrid Haddock on the lips. She's defensive, but my usual act of affection always softens her expression.

"My angry Valkyrie", I poke her nose with the tip of my finger.

"Knucklehead", she sneers as her blue eyes soften.

My fingers trail up her sides as goosebumps form all along her arms. She's still upset, but not near as lethal.

I'm about I pull her down on me and kiss her relentlessly as I hear my daughter's sweet voice, "Why is mommy beating daddy up?!"

Her little face is horrified at the sight of her mother still having a fist in the air. The stuffed dragon in her arms is nearly being choked to death.

Embarrassment flushes my cheeks as Astrid quickly crawls off of me.

"Oh no baby, I'm not beating daddy up... Uh... why are you up?", Astrid brushes off her leggings.

"I... I couldn't sleep... I'm spooked from uncle's story...", she says reaching for her mom.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Zeph... being spooked is no fun... trust me, I know", my bride picks up our first born and cuddles her into her chest.

Astrid shoots me a mean glare before taking Zephyr back to the kids' room.

I can't help but double over in laughter, quite proud of myself; hushed of course due to my children needing sleep.

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Sorry it's delayed guys! I am currently sitting in an airport waiting on my delayed plane to my new home.

Moving is crazy!! Especially when you move far!

I hope to get moving now on my writing! I have more time now!

- k.r.