It’s way too early for that

margarethelstone:

So, here’s another Hiccstrid story I’ve managed to create. Rather sweet and teasing, canon based.

I’d like to dedicate this story to @wilderwestqueen, as a little thank-you for her sharing her incredible talent with us 🙂

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She
was roused by the sun and the screeching of Terrible Terrors singing
from the rooftop.

The
female Viking extended her arms behind her head, stretching
leisurely, exactly like she would do on any other day. She rubbed her
sleepy eyes; although there was nothing she wanted less than to leave
the comfortable bed, which itself seemed to be persuading her to stay
in for a little bit longer, she knew she couldn’t succumb to those
imaginary whispers.

No
matter how much she desired to avoid the meeting she’d promised to
conduct, she wasn’t going to let her laziness win over her natural
sense of duty. Astrid Hofferson would not be late.

Astrid
Haddock wouldn’t either.

She
turned her head, expecting to see her sleeping husband, peacefully
breathing through his parted lips. To her surprise, it appeared the
man wasn’t there at all. She frowned, dissatisfied. Hiccup never
got up first.

Only
then did she noticed the soft pressure put on her own belly. She
raised her eyebrows and smiled piteously as her mind had been
lightened by a few potential explanations of that state. As gently as
she could, she lifted the edge of the blanket that was covering her
and she peeked under it.

Of
course, her intuition was right; arrayed in the most unnatural
position, the young Chief of Berk was lying by her side, with his
head rested exactly at the level of her stomach. Initially, she was
sure he was asleep – it wouldn’t be the first time when, after
the night spent on tossing in his sheets under the influence of the
old nightmares, Hiccup would find solace in her presence, embracing
her petite silhouette, and snuggling onto it. Besides, the way in
which he was lying made it impossible to see his face, only showing
the thick locks on the back of his head; and those weren’t easy to
spot either, as their covering was still separating him from the
daylight.

Astrid
understood her mistake almost immediately. As soon as she raised the
blanket, her husband’s steady breathing stopped, expectantly. It
returned to its normal pace right away, sounding exactly the same as
before – but the blonde woman knew, that it was nothing more than a
window dressing. Her smile widened, and her eyebrows went even
higher.

“What
on Thor’s name are you doing?”

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