Fem Hiccup Oneshots (Mostly Hiccstrid)

Holiday Fever

Sorry, I took forever to upload. I've been trying to find the time and motivation to write. But anyway, this one is set just before Httyd 2, when Hiccup and Ash are 20. There is references to sexual activity in conversations, but nothing more.

The Great Hall was buzzing with life and swamped with vikings, all clustered onto wrickety, wooden tables that groaned under the weight. The mass of heads were all downing mead and whiskey, swaying with merriment, whilst drowning in a sea of festivity. Decorations adorned the walls, smothering them in bells, holly and ribbons. Beneath the strings and tangles of lanterns, an array of foods thronged the tables, stacked upon one another in piles. Apples, carrots, cheese, fish, chicken, turnips, beetroots, potatoes and every other food imaginable lay patiently beckoning anyone who dared peek with their siren song.

It was the middle of the winter, as told by the snow that blanketed the ground outside the great, wooden doors - a month past Snoggletog. The dragons and their young had returned home the day prior, calling for celebration among the Berkians, whom had flocked to the Great Hall to feast. It had become a tradition (a holiday in itself) since the first Snoggletog they vanished five years previously. But Ash didn't care about any of that. Not at the moment.

He was trapped on a table with his parents, brothers and the newest addition to the Hofferson name, his sister in law Freya, who had married his brother Calder not much longer than a year ago. Jolly chatter bounced around the table, throughout the time as they shared a jug of mead. Nobody was able to begin the food yet. Although many had arrived at the hall, some were yet to make an appearance - including the Haddock family. Hence, for the duration preceding the meal, Ash's eyes were impatiently fixed upon the door.

Hope sprang up in his heart as he watched the door open, only to be crushed painfully as he watched the Anderson family crowd in, their four daughters all suited in floor length, formal dresses. Every viking was dressed in their best clothes, including Ash himself who had fished around the back of his closet for several minutes to find something to wear, per his mother's request. It was a tunic he rarely wore, dumped at the back to gather dust in favour of his warrior armour. After an hour of beating the garb free of filth outside in the cold of the winter morning, he had lost his patience, just throwing on a bear skin cloak and belt and calling it a day. Before they'd left, Cilla had dragged him over to a chair and combed through the blonde's hair, braiding it neatly over his shoulder (not forgetting a cuff over the head for his slovenliness). Formal attire wasn't really Ash's forte, however he could survive one night.

"Would you like some mead honey?" his mother's voice sounded to his right. Out of the corner of his eye, Ash noticed her offering a mug in his direction, but didn't care to turn to face her. Instead he opted to wave a hand halfheartedly, still distracted by the doors, "No thanks."

"Well if he's not going to have it...," Calder reached forward to snatch the mug from Cilla's hands.

"Manners!" the husky woman smacked his hand away harshly, causing her eldest to pout. Freya laughed at her husbands childishness. Alvis and Tyre joined in the guffaw, widening their brother's frown. Calder turned to snap back at them.

Ash wasn't listening to their squabbling, still eagle eyeing the door. Why isn't she here yet? At this rate she'll be the last to arrive. As that thought crossed his mind, the enormous door flew open to reveal the colossal forms of Stoik the Vast and Gobber striding in grandly. Ash searched among the group frantically. Two large dragons waddled in behind the men. Grump. Skullcrusher. Toothless prowled in behind them. Then he saw her. Despite all the time waiting, Ash was not prepared.

Hiccup was stunning. Red fabric clung to her torso, fitting snugly around her bust and presenting the beautiful curve of her body. A deep crimson, fabric belt was tied tightly around her waist, intricately laced with a golden pattern and hanging in curtains of thread at their ends. A long flowing skirt draped from her hips brushing against the floor elegantly. A deep brown, yak skin cloak swept behind the petite brunette like a waterfall. Two golden pads plated her shoulders, drawing attention to the chained necklace that hung against her chest. Her hair was loose and cascaded down her back in silken waves, a simple braid lay atop. A gold encrusted headband glimpsed through her bangs, glowing in the candle light. Ash was mesmerised.