#astridthenadderqueen

[chiefhooligan]

--- My iPod tried to correct me. astridthenadderqueen

[chiefhooligan]

{ Destroyed }

--- Metal; it was all Hiccup could taste. 

No matter where he shifted to, no matter which feature he decided to breathe through, everything smelled of metal. Twenty years of experiencing the scent and he still wasn't used to it. He still despised it. Gods, how he yearned to get out of that damned helicopter... {Sure, afterwards he'd be thrown back into a whirlwind of it all over again, but at least he would receive a breather.} 

Emerald eyes scanned the rainy expanse of ocean before them, looking for a plot of land. Anything would be better than this claustrophobic hunk of scrap.

[ astridthenadderqueen ]

[chiefhooligan]

[bugabash]

Happy Snoggletog

The day dawned clear and bright with enough chill in the air to make even the hardiest viking want to curl back under their furs and stay there for a few hours more but not for Astrid, she couldn’t sit still, not on a day like today. The previous night, right before their dragons left for their annual migration, Stoick made an announcement that had the whole village cheering. She should’ve suspected it the first time Stoick walked in on them in the forge. The blonde had been teasing the apprentice mercilessly until he finally pressed her against the wall and kissed her until she couldn’t speak, which was the exact moment his father walked through the door only to scuttle off faster then they had ever seen him move.

That hadn’t been the first time Astrid and Hiccup had kissed, not by a long shot, but it had been the first time since dragons became a permanent fixture on Berk. Sure there had been a couple of quick pecks, all initiated by her, that had been seen by others but that was youth and uncertainty. Their relationship had grown so much since then and the passion of maturity had built. That had been the first time someone had witnessed the intensity of the love they’d built together.

A contract. That had been what Stoick and her aunt had been muttering about in hushed whispers, the reason for the pair to have special, private meetings. They knew Hiccup would take far too long to work up the courage to ask Astrid, in fact the girl was likely to lose patience and demand one first, so they’d taken the matter into their own hands and drafted one for them.

The announcement had been met with cheers, a cause for celebration that even the dragons seemed to understand. The dragon-in-human-form was going to mate the girl-who-fought-like-a-dragon, something that made the dragons very happy. In fact the dragons were expecting the pair to bare hatchlings rather than the pink, hairless things humans seemed to produce.

Stoick had called for their best meade, filling the halls with cheer and merriment. Eventually the call became too much and they gave their dragons a viking farewell. Their companions would return but in the meantime they would celebrate the security of their future for the chief had found his son a bride.

Eventually the blonde sighed, she couldn’t put this off any longer, and joined her aunt to head towards the Haddock hall. To be summoned to the chief’s house was an honour and Astrid would’ve relished it on any other day, but this wasn’t an official summons. She had been called to join a Snoggletog meal as part of her new family, facing her future father-in-law. What she wouldn’t give to be fighting a Whispering Death right now.

Hiccup beat Stoick to the door, giving her a reassuring smile as he took her hand. Stoick’s booming voice greeted the blonde, inviting her to take a seat at the table. Once married she would be expected to serve the meal, something neither she nor Hiccup would enforce, mostly because her cooking was terrible and so Hiccup would most likely be doing the cooking, but for now she was a guest and could enjoy the moment.

"You look amazing." Hiccup muttered softly, making Stoick’s mustache twitch, the only sign he was smiling beneath all that hair. Astrid blushed and muttered her thanks. Her aunt had made her wear a dress today, a blue one that matched her eyes. It wasn’t as comfortable as her leathers and armour but she liked the way Hiccup’s eyes kept flicking to her curves, what little she had of them.

The pair sat in embarrassed silence through most of the meal, much as they had the previous night, the fingers of one hand just touching each other’s. Eventually, after a mug of meade, the pair’s stilted behaviour finally began to flow into their easy companionship and they found themselves unconsciously leaning into each other as they laughed. Stoick sat back, regarding the pair with proud eyes. Astrid was the viking he’d spent most of his life wishing his son was, but now he couldn’t be more glad they had grown up the way they had.

Hiccup had tempered her rash anger, pulling her back just enough to keep her head and stick to logic, and Astrid had stoked a confidence in the boy he hadn’t thought his son had. He was the thinker, willing to look at the problem from every angle and come up with the solution that made the most sense and Astrid beat it into their brains until they understood it. His son was a peace-maker and Astrid was his fiercest and most loyal follower, what he couldn’t talk his way through her axe would. Politically she made a good match for his son but thankfully he had never had to force that decision, not when they were so enamored with each other.

The meal over, they moved to sit around the fire, enjoying the warmth and each other’s company. Hiccup gave Astrid a new set of armour, this time with thick, soft furs to keep her warm. He told her it was because her old set was too small for her but they both saw past it. The only belongings she could take into a marriage were the gifts he gave her and giving her armour meant he had no intention of preventing her from fighting. “I’ll make you an axe for a wedding gift.” The apprentice told her softly, thrilled by the way her eyes lit up. Yep, somehow he’d courted the only woman who reacted to new weapons the way most reacted to jewelery. It was a good thing he was a blacksmith.

Astrid flushed slightly, her ears turning pink as she handed over her own Snoggletog present to her betrothed. Stoick’s eyebrows rose as she handed over what looked like a bunch of shiny rocks but Hiccup’s face broke into the brightest smile he’d ever seen on the boy. “I didn’t know what to get you and none of Trader Johan’s blades seemed right but Gobber pointed out these ores, even told me which ones were good.” Gobber, that old man knew far more than he should, in fact he’d seen the two of them ending up together long before anyone else had. Stoicked nodded in approval, metal ore, that was her gift to Hiccup and by the way his son seemed to switch into inventor mode, the boy was probably already considering all of the ways to make use of his gift.

Another round of meade saw Hiccup reclined in a chair with Astrid curled up in his lap. Standing, Stoick stopped Astrid’s aunt from disturbing their rest. “Let them sleep.” he told her softly, laying a blanket over the pair. “I’ll see to it she’s taken care of. She’s a part of this family now.” Yes, he was proud of his son and his future daughter-in-law, and now all he wanted to do was spend the rest of Snoggletog enjoying having one more person in the house.

Submission by astridthenadderqueen

{{Oh my gods! This is amazing, thank you so much for sending this to me, I wasn't expecting this! Merry Christmas for yesterday sweetie! This is amazing! :D}} 

[shadowofthenightfury]

Hey Toothless, Snoggletog's approaching. Got anything for Hiccup yet?

Toothless looked at the rider confused. “But it was Hallows Eve just…around yesterday?” he asked. Although it wasn’t really yesterday, although it only felt that way to him. “At the moment all I have is a pillows worth of sweets, but I am planning on getting him something.” He then returned to question to her. “What about you? Do you have something for him yet?”

astridthenadderqueen

[howtotrainyour-toothless-dragon]

...I have the strangest urge to cover that booty in yaknog

astridthenadderqueen W-W-Why the booty?!No wait… The real question is WHY IN YAKNOG?! Of all the things!!! 

[howtotrainyour-toothless-dragon]

You are adorable and that's not fair!

astridthenadderqueen I am sorry ç_ç/ (?) But I can assure you that a comment like this is adorable as heck x////D ♥ so I don’t think you can complain °w° Thank you *hugs*

[chiefhooligan]

It's all about Genetics

astridthenadderqueen:

Astrid growled at the alarm clock, half-tempted to send a spine through its face just to stop the ringing but sighed with relief the moment the noise stopped. She was so tired these days, it was like she went to bed tired yet woke up exhausted and there was nothing she could do to beat this lethargy. Pressing her face further into the pillow a small smile crept onto her face as warm fingers caressed her stomach.

Legs and a tail entwined with her own bare flesh, a warm body pressed against her bare back to keep the chill from touching her. Lips burned a trail over her shoulder and down her neck. A soft ‘Morning milady’ was heard in her ear, enticing the blonde to roll onto her back to greet the man beside her.

When Hiccup had first brought her to Xavier’s he’d kept her in his room, for her protection. Valkyrie had made too many enemies to trust the rest of the school not to try to get some form of retribution so she stayed in his room, the one place no one else would venture. Eventually they came to see that she had indeed changed and she’d won their trust but by that stage she was too used to Hiccup lying beside her to find new quarters. She’d whined and moaned about moving being such a hassle and Hiccup had relented, not that he’d tried that hard to make her go.

"You’re going to be late for class, Professor." Astrid smirked up at him, knowing he was nowhere near ready to leave her side, not when he hadn’t given a proper greeting. She was banned from doing any form of work, no teaching, no missions, nothing. Hiccup had pulled her from anything he deemed strenuous the moment he knew about…. Of course, she still found a way to act like a drill sergeant and whip the kids into shape.

The Night Fury sat up, pulling the blankets down to expose her swollen stomach. “Not long now.” He muttered, hands caressing the spot where he’d felt a heartbeat. Bending down he pressed his lips to her stomach, talking softly to the life within. It was his ritual, every morning when he woke up and every night before he went to sleep he spoke to her stomach, telling it about his hopes, his dreams, how his day had been. Eventually he pulled away, fitting his prosthetic leg before heading for the bathroom while Astrid eyed his naked derriere. Dressed for work, Hiccup tucked her in and kissed her forehead before leaving the room. He’d let her sleep for a couple more hours while he taught his first class before he came back with breakfast.

{This is an ABSOLUTELY AMAZING drabble, hun! I love it so much!!!}