"C'mon Hiccup! Hurry up!" The man blustered. Annoyance dripping from his words. It was really getting on his already-frazzled nerves. But this had to be perfect! It was his own fault… But he had been so busy! He dipped the rag in the paste again and started rubbing in earnest.
The gathering had taken a whole ten days… Ten days! Just to basically figure out what his title would be… And also that things would pretty much go on as before. Except HE would be the one to settle the disputes. He would distribute resources, and decide who got what and when. He would decide which trade ships went where. It was hard enough as Chief of Berk. But now as High Chief, or High King… He still was unclear on his EXACT title… Now he had a whole archipelago of people looking to him. It made him feel a bit uncomfortable.
-That aside, he barely had enough time to finish their Hall. Luckily, he had a bit of experience in his favor… He had built one for… Astrid and he, a few doors down from his fathers'. When she died, he'd moved back in to his old hall with his mother. -The memories were fresh and painful. It was now used as a guest hall for the most important visitors. He had learned a few things, and had built the new hall a little bigger. Hulda would have her own little corner in the great room on the coldest nights, and there was room for expansion as their family grew. He also would have his own little corner for his desk and drawing.
Between the hall, and a few trips to the mainland for dress material, and gems for her morning gifts… He had nearly forgotten about the sword. He had cleaned it after the battle, then put it away. He had taken it out a few days ago, and realized to his horror, he needed to work on it! He barely had time to cut the groove for the ring, now it just needed a little polishing…
-And done! The metal gleamed brightly. He sheathed the sword and handed it to him. He put away the cloths and polish, and washed his hands. When he returned, Snotlout had drawn the blade a little and was examining reverently. He fixed him with a forlorn look.
"You're really giving this away? -This?" He smirked.
"Snotlout you muttonhead! I'm giving it to my wife! So it's not like it's going anywhere! Besides, I have it in my mind to make another. You see this line here? I was thinking of extending it. And the handle could be improved… I thought the balance was good, but after using it, I think it should be shifted more towards the point… And, -and…" He looked up. Snotlout was giving him a look, slightly shaking his head. Yep, in one ear, -out the other. The corner of his cousins' mouth curled.
"You really are a hopeless dweeb!" He snorted. He would not apologize!
"That's His Royal Highness -Hopeless Dweeb to you sir!" They shared a laugh. Snotlout placed a hand on his shoulder, -a little less roughly than usual. He opened his mouth, then closed it and smiled.
"C'mon, -unless you want to get skinned by my father, then your loving wife-" He chuckled.
"-Not exactly then best way to start our lives together is it?" He laughed and turned.
"Toothless?" The dragon gave a questioning grunt.
+ Coming! + He stepped up. He offered a fond scratch to his crown.
"Are you ready Bud?" He huffed and gave his gummy smile.
+ You bet! Let's go! + He followed Snotlout through the door and into the sunlight. The Gods had seemed to bless this day so far with mild temperatures, and a few puffy clouds floating on a southerly breeze. It was the kind of day that would make one forget the impending winter. Preparations had started weeks ago, and there was still more to do… But there was this to attend to. -And with their new alliances, and the trade coming in from the south. Some of the tasks were done out of habit, rather than necessity.
The path before them was lined with people. Not just Berkians. -The island was at capacity, and some feared their island would sink under the sheer weight! But then, this wasn't just a Chiefs' wedding… But a Kings, -and Queen! He felt badly, for many of them would not be able to share in the feast, and many of the ceremonies… What with all the guests that had been invited, and their staffs, and the incessant amount of servants that had been brought too. Elsa had brought most of the palace staff to help, a move he thought completely unnecessary… But well… It had started a small rift between them…
Perhaps it was the strain of the preparations in general. The housing arrangements of all of the guests. Getting their hall finished, and her dress completed in time… Not to mention the strain on their relationship… They had been acting like a couple for so long, but still wanting… needing, -to take that final step… It had exploded into a heated argument. He was just thinking like a Chief after all. He hadn't -really considered what this day meant for her…
They continued walking the path. He was an idiot! Why couldn't he… Why didn't… He growled to himself in frustration. They came upon a fork in the path. It led all they way to Fishlegs' Hall. He stopped for a moment to look. Elsa was there, -sequestered two days ago to be bathed and prepared. -Before they had had a chance to speak to each other… To discuss what happened… to apologize…
He sighed. Not the best way to start out either… He was fairly confident she felt the same, -but they should have talked. And now, -well… circumstance had reared its' ugly head yet again. Perhaps later, when they were alone… Good and married… Yes… He brightened a little at the prospect, -but his stomach continued to churn a little. Maybe this was why he felt so nervous. He had been through this before, and had presided over a few in his time as Chief… But this was his wedding, and except for the weather, things seemed to be sliding…
+ So, at the end of this… gathering, You, you and… Elsa -mate? + The dirty-minded dragon! They had discussed this..
"Yes Toothless, after the ceremonies, and the party. Elsa and I… Will be together…" -At least he hoped so…
+ Un… unnecessary! All these humans … Will they watch the… coupling? + He felt nauseous.
"Gah! No! Toothless! Elsa and I will be alone! We humans don't… do… that in front of everyone! I thought we talked about this." It was getting easier. He was slowly developing his ability to actually have a conversation with him… And while he and Hulda had witnessed… Not an actual coupling… Making him understand… He doubted he ever could…
+ Elsas brood… When will she lay her eggs? And will she lay them in the nest… House… That you built? In your… Bed? + The images conjured up made him nauseous again. He really needed to talk to him…
They reached the doors of the Great Hall. Spitelout was standing there scowling. It looked even more furious than usual, -if that were possible. He looked him over, and Snotlout too, checking their appearance. He was wearing his finest tunic. -White, with elaborate embroidery on the cuffs of the sleeves. This one had an actual collar, with more embroidery around it, and down the front. His vest was made of fine rabbit fur. Elsa insisted he wear the sash and tassel… It seemed to contrast well, and made him stand out. He also wore the full bearskin cape, with carved gold clasps. The right held the Hooligan tribal sigil, the left his personal Night Fury sigil. They were linked with a golden chain.
He wore a fine pair of boarskin pants. -Tightly sewn by Elsa- he guessed. And a pair of his finest boots. Topping it all off was a crown… or circlet… Maybe a cross between the two? It was fairly simple. Just a ring of gold, although protruding upwards from it, seven spikes. They sort of looked like dragons' claws… One for each major class of dragon… Elsa had insisted on this too. And although he liked it, he felt it completely unnecessary too. -But maybe, with his new position after all… He had grudgingly conceded under a frosty glare…
After his inspection, Spitelout turned and banged on the door once with his fist. After a few moments, the doors opened. It revealed a wide pathway through the hall, straight to the dais on the other end of the room. Benches lined the way. The people, -everyone was standing and waiting. His stomach dropped a little, but he'd better get used to it. Gustav was standing just inside, he turned a little. His voice rang out clear and loud…
"Presenting His Royal Majesty! -Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third! Chief of Berk! -High King of the Barbaric Archipelago! -Ruler of the Wilderwest! -Dragon Master! Slayer of the Red Death! -Companion of the Great and Ancient Bewilderbeast! -Protector of the Nest! -All Hail! -He who is touched, and beloved of the Gods!" He blanched a little at the last part. Wasn't that a bit blasphemous? -Maybe not. He and Elsa had received boons… They had yet to fully understand them…
They started walking up the aisle. He could tell who was who. The southerners on his left bowed and dipped deeply in respect. The Vikings on the right, -smiles and nods of acknowledgment. Elsas' family, her full council, ministers, and allies she deemed worthy or necessary. And all the Chiefs of the archipelago, Their generals, councils, and elders able to make the trip. He was struck with a thought… All those years ago, as a skinny weed of a boy. Always trying to help… and failing badly. All the events of his life in a whirlwind, -all winding up at this point… He would never have thought it would come to this…
He made it up onto the dais. His mother stood there, her eyes bright and wet. Gobber was there along with Hoark, Brunhilda, and The Gothei. -and also, the General Anfast Hroldstadt, the head of the Arendellian Council. He turned slightly and surveyed the crowd. On one side, -an empty chair, then Isabelle, Anna, Kristoff… Another empty chair, then Rapunzel. A movement caught his eye. Gustav bowed as the Captain, -now Admiral Verschtop took his place at the door. His stomach churned. He wished he could but talk to her before the ceremonies and celebration swept them away… Before he could register another thought, the doors opened. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust. What he saw floored him.
She took a step through and stopped. They locked eyes. Her hair was done in its' usual fashion, but now it sported the bridal crown., and was adorned with wildflowers. The top of the dress was white satin, with a skirt a little larger and longer than typical Berkian design. It was topped with a white bodice, separated into panels by silver ropes. Intricate designs were formed by gold and silver string attached to it. The bodice was topped with a lacy white material that went from its' top all the way to the top of her shoulders. It also formed a high collar stretching halfway up her neck. Her arms were covered by the same lacy material. There were intricate designs in the lace, that upon closer inspection revealed that they were snowflakes. -And each design was different. Her hair and dress sparkled with what he suspected were ice crystals. No doubt her personal touch… And on her chest -a great, sparkling… It was her crystal! It seemed to glow with a faint bluish hue.
It was all topped with a cape. The top was of an animal fur. White, with what looked like uneven black circles in it. He'd never seen it before. It covered her shoulders and the upper part of her arms. The back was a shimmering, shining material dyed a deep purple. The way the dress caught and reflected the light coming through the door, accented by the sparkling crystals… She truly looked like a Goddess had come to visit them. The Admirals' voice brought him out of his stupor.
"Presenting Her Royal Majesty! -Elsa Ellesmyre! -Queen of Arendelle! -The Snow Queen! -Daughter of Winter! -Ruler of the Northern Fjords! -Dragon Master! -Slayer of the Evil Queen Dragon! -Soul-Mate to the great Bewilderbeast! -Keeper and Protector of the Nest! -All Hail! She who is Touched and Blessed of the Gods!" She stood there for a bit longer than he thought necessary. Gregory tilted his head, and they started moving forward. Hulda stepped in a moment later, splaying her wings and squawking.
~ Here I am! ~ The silly dragon. Maybe she thought the gathering was for her… He was just getting his head wrapped around all this. They continued forward, the crowd offering their respects. She was smiling but, something was off. He could tell even at a distance… As she got closer, -yes! She was moving a bit stiffly. -Her smile seemed a bit forced, her eyes were bright. Did she not… Was she… Having other thoughts? His stomach rolled.
They made it to the dais and topped the stairs. They bowed to each other, but she didn't look at him. He barely noticed Gobber as he stepped up to ask the Gods blessing. He looked only at her, willing her to look upon him. When Gobber had finished talking, she managed a quick look through her eyelashes at him, and offered a weak smile.
The Goethi stepped up and waved and rattled her staff. She lifted her arms and tilted her head back. He lips moved in a silent prayer. She stepped back and Gobber stepped up again.
"Who stands for this man?" Spitelout stepped up.
"I, Spitelout Jorgensen! Son of Spitlout! -General of Berks' defense, Member of the council! Brother by marriage to the late Chief Stoic the Vast!" He stepped back. Gobber spoke again.
"And this woman? Who gives her away?" Gregory stepped up.
"I, Gregory… Son of Robert! King of Corona! Brother by marriage to Agnar and Iduin, The late King and Queen of Arendelle!" Gobber stepped up as Gregory stepped back. He offered a speech detailing the traditions and customs surrounding the ceremony. Spitelout stepped up once more and addressed the crowd. He offered anecdotes on Hiccups life from boyhood to the present. He spoke with pride as he came into his own, surpassing his father as one of the greatest Chiefs Berk has ever seen. At this, Elsa seemed to finally straighten a little, and look at him. Her eyes brightened and she gave him a true smile. It warmed his heart and quelled the churning of his insides.
"Not long ago, A young maiden stepped onto our shores… And those that were there knew… There was more to this woman than she let on. Within the first few minutes, she showed herself fierce and brave and smart! And in the following weeks and months, she showed us all the things that make a great leader! She strengthened our ties with our allies, and even took it upon herself ta meet with our rivals! She managed ta bring us all together to defeat a threat to all of us! And she showed her willingness ta do evr'thing it took ta protect us! -And not a care nor concern abou' herself… We are all the better for her coming to us, -all of us!" He paused for a moment.
"Hiccup? Elsa? May the Gods smile upon your marriage! May ye both have abundant happiness! May ye have many strong children ta carry ye name into history!" They locked eyes again and she seemed to brighten even more. He caught a tiny flinch of her shoulder, and swayed a bit towards him. She offered a brighter smile.
Gregory then addressed the crowd, telling of Elsas' childhood. The discovery of her powers, and her struggles with it. The loss of her parents, and her difficult training. Then the trials of being a young Queen to the present.
"Not long ago… A young man showed up on our doorstep. He meant to visit my daughter and son-in-law, whom he had befriended. He mentioned he had possibly captured the heart of someone I have come to love as a daughter. Of course I was skeptical, and a bit protective. But, upon hearing of their capture, he did not hesitate to put himself in harms' way to save them. And with the help of his dragon, thanks to his skill and cunning, he was able to safely return them to us!" He paused.
"Of course, I was very grateful, -and yet, still a bit hesitant to let this woman go. As time went on, I learned more about this young man. His deeds… His bravery… The selfless acts… They bespoke of a man with great character, -a man destined to do great things! -And it wasn't just him! -I also learned of how these two worked effortlessly together… Tirelessly… In the service of those they serve. -Both willing to do whatever it took to keep their people safe! -I realized it may yet be out of my hands!" Elsas' eyes became overly bright. She bit her lip and smiled.
"-And here we are! And while I am still a bit hesitant, -it is only the natural feeling of a parent sending a child into the world. -Of someone giving away a most prized possession… It is tempered with the fact of knowing the one she goes with will look after her, and care for her like the precious thing she is. And that the both of them will perform deeds worthy of celebration and song… By the Gods and men!" He paused again.
"Elsa? Hiccup? May the Gods be good to you both! -May they shower you with blessings! -May your children be many and strong! And may your reign be long and prosperous! -Both for you, and the people in your charge!" Gobber took a step forward and turned to him.
"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock! Do ye take this woman? Do ye promise ta keep her? -And hold her above all others… Will ye provide for her, and protect her? Will ye honor her, and cherish her… As a man… As a husband… As a Chief, -and King?" There was no doubt, or hesitation.
"I DO!" Elsa smiled widely. It lit up her whole face. Her eyes were swimming.
"Elsa Marie Ellesmyre! Do ye take this man as your husband? Will ye honor him? Will ye keep his hall and hearth? Will ye attend to him in health and in illness? Will ye keep him, and hold him above all others? -As a woman… As a wife… As Chieftess, and Queen?" She didn't hesitate and gave a small nod.
"I DO!" She blinked twice and released a few tears. She looked so happy! He wished this moment too would last forever. Gobber took their left hands, and joined them. He clasped her wrist, and she his. She was trembling a little… Gobber sandwiched their hands between his. He closed his eyes and muttered a prayer. He then addressed the crowd. Something twinged against his chest, then, he caught a tiny flash… The crystal she wore started to glow slightly brighter.
"The two shall now exchange swords, rings and vows. As is tradition, from the first Vikings ta sail here until present. A symbol of protection and care, -a symbol of the gift of themselves to each other… And a promise of commitment to each other and their future!" Gobber stepped back. He twisted slightly, and Snotlout handed him his sword. He held it in both hands across his body, then stretched his arms out to her. He bowed his head.
"For our son…" He lifted his head as she took it. Her eyes traveled its length, they were glistening. From the tip to the handle. She took hold, and drew the blade a few inches. Recognition showed as she turned it over in her hands. Their eyes met. She gave a small nod and bowed her head in kind. She turned and exchanged swords with Eugene. She held it out to him and bowed her head.
"For you! -My Husband… My King!" He took it from her. It was magnificent! A tiny, yellow metal ball tipped the scabbard. Its' end encased in the same. Then an expanse of highly polished leather, then a sleeve of the same bright metal. One side held hooks and a clasp. The other three jewels, set down the length of the sleeve. Around the mouth of the scabbard, runes he didn't recognize were carved all the way around. As he looked again, -those weren't jewels! The top one was a Night Fury scale, The next, a small crystalline snowflake, -her doing no doubt, The third was a small Nadder scale.
The hilt was heavy and wide. One side held his sigil. The stylized Night Fury, the other was a, a… Crocus! That's what she called it! It was a symbol of her family and her reign. The handle was wrapped in a rich, dark leather, with gold braid intertwined within. It ended in a ball of the same bright gold. It was an exceptional weapon, but something seemed… off? The weight, -it was…
He grabbed the handle and drew it out. The fit was a bit loose… But he recognized… The light blue tint… The slight unevenness… It was the Bewilderbeasts' ice! About two inches wide and twenty inches long. He examined it for a moment, then their eyes met. He couldn't help the slight curl of his mouth. She bit her lip, and cocked an eyebrow slightly. Her hands had been clasped in front of her, but now she held them out slightly. He had to clamp down hard to keep his smile from widening. He absently held the scabbard out, and it was removed form his grasp.
He gripped the handle in both hands, held slightly below his waist. The tip up, tilted slightly toward her. Her eyes glowed a shimmering, dark blue. She was about to bring her hands up when there was a flash. -Something twinged harder against his chest. -Not painful, but… The crystal she wore glowed brighter. She looked down as it swept her from whatever she had planned… She reached up, and undid a clasp. He reached in to a pocket sewn into his vest and drew his out. It glowed with the same intensity… Her image… Only her… She was holding her hand out and upright, palm out…
He looked up. She was giving him the same inquisitive look, her head tilted slightly. Then, -as one, they drew their hands together, placing their crystals on either side of the spire of ice. There was another flash. They drew their hands to the tip. The crystal dissipated as it traveled upwards, leaving behind a blade, and a tiny snowflake hovering above the tip. His eyes traveled down the blade. He met her eyes. He imagined he shared the same look of awe and wonder. He turned the blade and examined its' side. It was a traditional Viking blade. About four inches across, and thirty inches long. The core could easily be seen at its' center. The blade glowed with a bluish-white intensity.
There was a tiny flash… Their eyes were drawn upwards to the tip. The snowflake blinked again. He looked again at the blade. There was an iridescence to it. It seemed to burn with a cold energy. He could feel it all the way to his shoulders. A bluish-white vapor emanated from it. As his eyes traveled up the blade, the tiny snowflake lifted. It slowly floated to the ceiling and vanished in a small shower of sparks.
His eyes met Elsas'. They both quickly looked, into a sea of shocked looks. He lifted the sword level to his shoulders in his left hand. They locked eyes. He reached back with his left. The scabbard was placed in his hand. He sheathed the sword, neither releasing the other from their gaze. Her lips were set in a thin line. A fiery determination in her eyes… He nodded, -she returned. The deal was sealed… Their fates intertwined…
He turned and held out the pommel. Snotlout shakily placed the ring on it. He locked eyes with him, and gave a small wink. It calmed him only slightly… He turned back and offered it to Elsa… He detected a small disturbance behind and to his left…
"Elsa? A ring I give thee… A symbol of our marriage… That I belong to you, and you to me. An empty ring of metal… As is my heart… It will only be filled with you… Three stones, A symbol of our past, present, and future… My heart, my body, and my soul are yours… From this day, until the end of my days!" She reached out and took the ring, and placed it on her finger. She then turned and took her sword from Eugene. He placed the ring on the pommel. She turned and offered it to him…
"To you, Hiccup… I give thee this ring… A symbol of our marriage, -of our promise to each other… That I belong to you, and you to me… An empty circle, -that will only, -ever be filled by you. Three stones, symbolizing our past, present, and future… My heart, my body, and my soul are yours to command, -my husband… My King! From this day, until the end of my days!" He took her ring and placed it on his hand.
They took a half step and clasped their left wrists. The Goethi stepped up and wrapped their hands in a wispy, silken cloth. It was emblazoned with runes, and symbols of the Gods. She bound them to each other. He felt another small disturbance behind him. He looked into her eyes, and there was only her… Her eyes, -her whole… Being seemed to glow with a radiance he'd never felt before. He felt entirely warm and comfortable in its' glow.
He was struck with a quick thought… All this time… All their time… Their ups and downs… All the delays… It was finally here! They merely had to speak, and they would be there! He looked her deeply in the eyes…
"Elsa? To you I promise… Everything! -Everything that I have… Everything that I am… I devote it to you and your happiness! I will give everything to keep you, and protect you! I will provide for you, and look after you! I will be by your side no matter the storms! I will do everything I must, to be the man, the husband, the father, and Chief you deserve! I pray to Frejya and Frigg, -that we have as many children as you want! I will hold you and our children close to me, as we walk the path of life… Together!" She smiled and blinked. A single tear escaped from her eyes. She drew in a slightly shaky breath. Her voice wavered a little, and grew stronger as she spoke…
'And to you, Hiccup… I promise to do everything in my power to hold you and keep you! I will be your staunchest supporter! I will keep your home and your counsel! I will tend to you in all things! Your happiness shall be my only desire! I will be the woman, the wife, the mother, and the Queen you deserve! Gods willing, I will bear you many children, and I will raise them to walk the world apart from the ordinary! May they carry your name into the future, remembered by Gods and men! I will ever be at your side, as we walk the path of life… Together!" They took another half-step. He gathered her right hand in his as they pressed together, sandwiching their hands in their bodies. They kissed. -long, slow, and chaste. Transmitting their feelings, cementing the bond… They separated slightly, he breathed the words into her mouth…
"I love you Elsa!" She in turn, breathed the words into his…
"I love you, Hiccup!" They separated a bit further still. Her eyes were swimming a few more tears fell. There was a slightly louder disturbance. He barely noticed Gobber step up, and hold up his hands…
"Let all ye know! These two have exchanged vows toward each other! We hold these sacred! Let no man interfere with that which is appointed by the Gods!" -Just then, there was a loud moan, then a soft, squelching noise. He turned to see Fishlegs standing. He was frantic!
"Oh Gods! -Oh GODS! The baby! The baby is coming!" Ruffnut was long overdue. Many had begun to fear… But the child was still there, and as far as they could tell, healthy. Elsa had grown quite attached to his friends wife. She took a step to the side and looked. Her eyes were wide and her mouth dropped open.
She took a step, then turned to him and looked down. He didn't remember their hands being unbound… She looked at him and gave a sheepish look and a shrug of the shoulders. She took a few more steps and stopped. She spun around, darted in, -and pecked him on the cheek. His mother followed her down the steps. The Goethi walked around him. Upon reaching the stairs, she stopped. She turned around and gave him a soft smile. She then bowed, and walked down the steps. Trailing after Fishlegs, with Ruffnut in his arms, and the group of women that followed them.
The hall was silent, except for a few hushed whispers. They were all looking out the door. And then, -to a person, they all looked to him upon the dais. It took him by surprise… It was a few uncomfortable moments before he gathered himself. He cleared his throat shakily…
"Well! Ahhmmm, Let's… Let us retire for a bit, and… Freshen up! The ahmmm, -Hall shall be prepared, and we will have the feast and celebration!" They all seemed to blink as one. His stomach dropped out. Slowly, people began to move towards the door. No clapping, no shouts of congratulations… This wasn't how it was supposed to be, -but… He sighed to himself… This was going to be a long evening…
He leaned up against the column watching the festivities. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. He tried to take heart in that, but it was difficult. It all felt a little hollow. He had put on the face, cheerily greeting the foreigners that had come to visit, and accepted their congratulations, but…
The meal had been torture. The empty seat was a glowing reminder of what had come to pass. He was happy for Fishlegs and Ruffnut sure… But he was worried too. There were usually problems when a woman carried a child for longer than she should. That, and the fact that Elsa wasn't here to enjoy the celebrations she, -they had worked so hard on… It put a damper on the whole thing for him.
He huffed to himself. He should… He couldn't imagine Elsa feeling any better about it. He spied Anna and Kristoff. They were dancing and laughing. They had arrived almost three weeks ago, And while Anna had spent most of her time with Elsa, Kristoff had shadowed him for most of their visit. They had taken most of their meals together, and even managed a picnic flight. They had also acted as a host when he and Elsa had been busy.
He looked around and saw Heather and Timothy. They looked to be enjoying themselves, but he understood their relationship had hit a rough patch. Perhaps it was just the stress… Her council was still being difficult. Between accepting the dragons, and deciding if he was an acceptable match for her. Now that he was King, he would make it a point to visit them, and straighten them out. -Or ship them off…
He saw Gobber and Gregory, and Isabelle and Spitelout taking. The seemed to be having a merry conversation. They had arrived about a week ago. They had managed to get on dragon-back thanks to Eugene, Rapunzel, and Tindr. Fishlegs and Gjaflaug had given them a tour of the stables, Imparting the knowledge they had. Gregory was fascinated by them. He vowed to send scribes up, so the knowledge could be put down on paper, to be saved for future generations.
He was about to get a drink, when someone grabbed him forcefully by the arm. He couldn't do much but stumble after. His gaze followed its' owner… Short brunette hair, -pink dress… Upon reaching the floor, she spun him around… Yes, Rapunzel! She gave a respectful, and somewhat cheeky curtsey.
"Forgive me, your Highness! -But my husband will not stop coming up with excuses on how he shouldn't be dancing!" He narrowed his eyes a bit, but couldn't help the slight curl of his mouth. She bit her lip, and scrunched her nose. And without preamble, grabbed his hand and placed it on her waist. She took his other hand, and they danced off. He already felt a little better, just being near her. Seeing her smile, the tiny glint of mischief…
"Congratulations Hiccup! I know you two will be very happy!" He nodded half-heartedly.
"Thank you, I, -I know we will…" She picked it up right away. She pouted a little, and gave his hand and his shoulder a squeeze.
"It's alright Hiccup! It's not like she's going anywhere soon!" She was right, of course. He nodded and smiled a little more genuinely. The danced a few more steps…
"So, -have you found out anything?" She shook her head.
"No, not really… We have a few stories, and legends… But nothing solid. I have asked for any kind of map I can get my hands on. That should help a little…" He nodded. She continued.
"As far as the people, I can't really say… They will just have to make it up as they go along. I imagine such a change will be difficult, But I'm sure you'll manage!" She sighed heavily.
"It's all… Sad, -really! We, -we're just finding out how wonderful the dragons can be, -only to have them leave! But I suppose it's for the best. I have spoken of this with teachers and scholars, -they all agree…" He nodded.
"Believe me, when you see some of the looks they get… When you have those questions asked… Questions I'm sure you will have posed to you… You'll understand even better! I'm afraid… I'm going to make some people, -unhappy, -once we come back south…" She paused for a beat and gathered his attention.
"Don't worry Hiccup! You know we will support you! -In anything you decide!" He smiled. He had one more question.
"And how about the law books? Did you find anything?" She shook her head.
"No, -it's quite unprecedented! Except in cases of senility, or some other medical factor… But Hiccup, You and Elsa are King and Queen… Certainly a solution can be found…" He nodded.
"I just… I don't want this to become violent… It's Anna that will have to deal with the fallout." She stopped again.
"Hiccup!" She admonished. "Anna has done quite well in Elsas' absence! -And she has more support than she knows!" She stopped herself and looked down. She gave him an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry Hiccup! -And I'm sorry I couldn't be more help to you…" He gave her hand a squeeze.
"It's fine, -really! Just knowing you're behind us helping is enough for me!" She smiled widely. The music stopped a few moments later. She wrapped him in a hug. Someone cleared their throat. He turned to see Lady Catarin. Gjaflaug just behind her. They both dipped respectfully.
"Your Highness, -Princess! -Hiccup-" She turned her head slightly, then back. He smiled.
"-My Lord, I have been asked to fetch you to Master Fishlegs' house." He nodded.
"How is Ruffnut?" Gjaflaug spoke.
"She is exhausted, -we're not sure… We have been asked to fetch the doctor as well." He nodded and with a look to Rapunzel, he made for the door.
The sun had set some hours ago. Fishlegs was sitting on the steps as he arrived. He stared at the ground, looking lost and forlorn. -Barely acknowledging his presence. The door opened and Elsa came out. She rushed to him, taking his hands in hers.
"Hiccup! I, -I'm glad you're here!" She looked down. He looked her over. Her hair was a mess, and her dress… Her dress was ruined. She gave him a sheepish look.
"I'm… I'm sorry Hiccup, -but…" He gave a tug on her arms and squeezed her hands.
"Hey! It's alright, -really! -How, how is she?" She cast a sidelong glance and lowered her voice.
"She's very tired… Exhausted! But, the baby, -the baby won't come out…" He tugged on her arms pulling her in. He kissed her on the forehead.
"It'll be alright, Elsa." She nodded absently. Her eyes darted from one side to the other, then quickly at him, then down. The doctor came striding up carrying a satchel. Elsa glanced over her shoulder, then back. She wouldn't look at him. She gave his hands a squeeze and leaned in and kissed him quickly on the cheek. She turned and followed the doctor in. There was an undignified yelp and a thud.
"Good Gods Woman! I am a doctor! I'm here to help!" He heard Elsas' voice ring out.
"PLEASE! Ladies!" The door closed. He would rather face a whole pit of angry dragons than be in that house right now. He plopped himself down next to Fishlegs and tried to comfort him. After a while, he was able to get him to at least calm down and take some food and drink. There had been no word for a while, and more than once, someone left the house to return a few minutes later. Carrying supplies or a fresh bundle of cloths.
After a while longer, the door opened. Elsa appeared, wiping her hands with a cloth. She looked a mess, but gave a small smile after a few moments.
"Master Fishlegs? -Come in and meet your son!" He jumped up and headed for the door only to stop. He looked at Elsa for a moment. She put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Ruffnut is fine, But she will need time to recuperate." He brightened immediately, and wrapped his massive arms around her. He could swear he heard her spine pop.
"Oh! Thank you! Thank you!" He then disappeared inside. Elsa smiled after him as the door closed. She looked at him, then down at her hands. She then cast another look at the door, then back at him, then down. Something was wrong. Her eyes seemed to flit to him, then back down. He approached her cautiously, as he would a wild dragon. She worried her lip a bit.
"Elsa?" Something was bothering her. He looked, if her dress was bad before, well… It was completely ruined now. -So much blood- and something else… He held out a hand as he got closer. She seemed to consider for a moment, opening her mouth once and closing it. She then came down the stairs. He gently took her arm, and walked her away. She wouldn't look at him. Only focusing on the ground, occasionally worrying her lip.
When they finally reached their hall, she looked up. She considered the structure in front of them. She then looked at him quizzically. She then looked back. It seemed she came to realize where she was. She looked again, and pain seemed take over her features. She looked down. Before she could say a word, he scooped her up. She didn't resist. He kicked the door open and carried her inside.
A fire had been lit at his request, and a tub filled with steaming water was placed near it. He set her down between the fire and the tub. He walked over and bolted the door. Then he pulled out a curtain to shield the tub from the front door. He walked up to her slowly. She was taking in the new, -Their- new hall. He placed his hands on her upper arms and squeezed. She jolted at first, then relaxed a bit.
His hands came up over her shoulders. He started to work his thumbs and fingers into the muscles. He took her bridal crown off, then took her braid and draped it over her left shoulder. He then proceeded to untie her dress. -A tie here, a button there… Soon the dress was open revealing her neck and back. He couldn't resist… He kissed her longingly at the point where her neck met her shoulders.
"Elsa?" He called gently. He had to focus though, -something was bothering her… She still hadn't spoken… She sagged a bit against him. Releasing a breath. She the straightened and started pulling her arms out of the dress. It was soon pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it. He took it and folded it the best he could. He placed it on a table. When he turned back around, she was shaking her hair loose. It was one of his favorite things about her, and awoke something primal in him… He stamped it down for now…
She was out of her underthings and in the tub a moment later. She relaxed against the side. He grabbed a short stool and sat behind her. He gave her a few minutes before he wet a cloth and started working the soap into it. She sat up, pulling her knees to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her chin on her knees. He washed her back, digging his fingers gently into her muscles.
"-So much blood…" She said quietly. He almost couldn't hear her. Was that what was bothering her? -Maybe… He felt it wasn't the only thing.
"Hiccup? -I…" She sighed heavily. A thought occurred… Yes, with the kind of life she'd lived…
"Elsa? -That was, -your first… That was your first birthing you saw, -wasn't it?" She turned her head and nodded. He could see the worry even from his angle. She looked forward again. He placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Elsa? -Yours will be different, -Annas' will be different, -Rapunzels' will be different… They are all different, -from what I understand… And you will be surrounded by people that care for you… And I will be there too!" She turned her head and looked at him Through the corner of her eye. She smiled a little. He coaxed her backwards with a tug. He took a basin and wet her hair. He started working the soap in, using stiff fingers to massage her scalp. Finishing at the top of her neck with his thumbs. Her shoulders sagged and she hmmm'ed breathily. He then worked the soap through the rest of it, being careful not to tangle it.
He grabbed the basin and with warning, rinsed her hair. She ran her fingers through it getting the soap all out. She then leaned against the side of the tub. He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her tenderly behind the ear. She reached up and took his hand and squeezed. After a few moments she straightened and turned sideways. He had to fight to keep his eyes above her shoulders. Her brows peaked.
"Hiccup? I'm, -I'm sorry I snapped at you! I, -I just wanted everything to be perfect and… You, -you were worried about all the new people and the dragons… You were thinking like a Chief… And, -I'm sorry!" He took her hand in his.
"Elsa! -No! Hey! -No! I, -I was being stupid! I wasn't thinking on what this day was… What it meant for you! I, -I… I'm an idiot… Please forgive me!" She nodded and caressed his hand with her cheek. She spoke a moment later…
"We… We're not off to a very good start, are we?" She leaned her head against his arm and brought her other hand up and started tracing circles on his hand with her fingers. He turned his head and kissed her on the top of her head. He tried to focus on that… Just the top of her head… Not the rest of her… All wet and naked and… He sighed and huffed.
"We… We should be used to all the delays by now! -The distractions… Maybe we should even expect them?" She huffed and nodded. All of a sudden, she bolted straight. She turned to him fully and sat on her feet. A horrified look on her face. -Her face… Yes! Focus… Just on her face…
"Hiccup! The wedding… The ceremony… Are we… Do, -do we have to do it all over again?" Her face fell. She curled into herself as the implications seemed to dawn on her… He thought for a moment.
"Well, -we… we exchanged rings, and said our vows… The swords… There is the morning gift. But… Technically… Yes! We are married now!" Her whole… self seemed to brighten. She smiled widely. She looked down at herself. Her gaze slowly raised to look him… There was that look, -That smoky, totally alluring… She smiled wickedly…
"Well -SIR!" She raised her arms to just above waist level. She rotated her wrists as she spoke. "If you don't want all… This ! To go to waste… I suggest you get busy!" -He was undressed in seconds…