A drabble about astrid finding out she's pregnant with roan? c:
“For the love of Freya, Astrid Hofferson! Hold still before I stick ya all o’er with these pesky pins.” Ingrid Hofferson lightly smacked her daughter’s hand before giving the girl a stern look. They’d been trying to finish up her bridesmaid’s gown for two hours now and the youngest Hofferson still wasn’t having it. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Astrid crossed her arms and glared off into the distance. “I hate stupid dresses.”
“Oh, I know ye do. But this coulda been avoided if ye hadn’t run off with that little lover boy o’ yers and ruined the dress I made ye for Auda’s engagement party.” While the girl normally would’ve had some sort of snarky comeback, just the mere mention of Hiccup left her quiet. She didn’t want to think about him. Not now, at least, when their argument in the cove was still fresh in her mind. He had been avoiding her for almost a month now and she was surprised her usually nosy mother hadn’t noticed his absence in their lives.
“Now why couldn’t ye have been this still in the first place? We would’ve been done ages ago! “It didn’t take long for her to finish up the last bit of her work and she stood up to admire it. “Well don’t ye just look darlin’!” Ingrid beamed at her baby girl before tugging on the fabric and making sure it fit in all the right places. It was then that she noticed for some reason, Astrid’s chest region was unusually tight. “That’s odd… I used the same measurements as last time and it fit ye just fine.” She remarked, mainly to herself. “Guess we’ll have to do it again.” The mother frowned and tried pulling up the bosom a bit, which resulted in Astrid hissing out in pain.
“… Astrid?”
“What, mama?”
“Now don’t give me that sass, lassie.” Though it was extremely awkward, Ingrid groped her daughter’s breast for a moment and studied her face as she winced yet again. She had been pregnant more than enough times to know the symptoms of pregnancy. When she had been pregnant with Aislin, it was nearly impossible for her to wear her breastplates the first few months and it had been even worse when Auda came along. “Astrid… When’s the last time ye bleed?”
“What?! I- I don’t know.” The look of horror on her mother’s face made the Viking instantly regret her answer and she tried her hardest to think up some sort of explanation for the mysterious pain. “…I probably just bruised myself while training… I pull muscles all the time.” Smiling weakly, Ingrid’s expression hadn’t faltered the slightest bit and Astrid was now feeling more and more uncomfortable. “Mama. Why are you looking at me like that?”
“It’s just… Ye haven’t been behavin’ like yourself lately. Yer more moody than usual, you hardly touch anythin’ on yer plate, yer chest is gettin’ a whole lot bigger...”
“What are you-?”
“It’s just… You and the Haddock boy did stay out pretty late the other night.”
It took Astrid a moment but she realized what her mother was insinuating and she could feel her face turning scarlet. “I’m not pregnant, mama. That’s ridiculous. I-I mean with Hiccup?! Do even think he’d have the guts to? Especially knowing what would happen to him if daddy found out?” As much as she wanted it to be true, she and Hiccup had done a bit more than go for a swim that night. And, the more she thought about it, the more she realized her mother might actually be right. Her chest was constantly aching, especially in the mornings, and she hadn’t been able to eat breakfast for quite some time now without barfing. Almost instinctively, Astrid’s small hand slid to her stomach and she could feel her heart racing as she realized how much it made sense.
“Oh, yer right! I’m just bein’ silly. This whole weddin’ nonsense is goin’ ta my head.” The matriarch dismissively waved a hand before shaking her head and making her way out of the room. “I think Imma take a breather. Ye can take off the dress ‘til I get back.” She had just reached the door when she heard a soft whimpering coming from behind her. Almost instantly she spun around and hurried over to her now emotional daughter. “… Astrid, sweetheart, is everythin’ alright? I didn’t mean to upset ye.” Astrid had never been sensitive and to hear her get so upset over something so silly had Ingrid baffled. “Darlin’ girl, don’t cry! Forgive yer ol’ mother. She wasn’t thinkin’.” Ingrid pulled her into her arms and started to stroke her hair. Astrid buried her face into her mother’s shoulder and just stayed there for a moment; terrified by the fact that her mother was most likely right. How in the world could this possibly work out? The Viking found herself praying to the gods that her mother could just work out everything by holding her in her arms and stroking her hair; which seemed to have made all of her childhood troubles vanish back in the day. But, seeing how big of a mistake she had made, it was unlikely that just a few hugs and kisses could fix this problem.