Hiccup looked at the razor in his hand and then at himself through the mirror. How was he supposed to go about this? Bottom to top or reverse? It was one thing shaving, - more like trimming - his pubic hair cause the electric razor never left a clean, hairless surface but this?

He had been a very late bloomer and had hit both puberty and growing spurt between 18-19 and had only been able to grow a very fuzzy stubble he never really needed to shave.

However, things had changed after he had turned 23.

A short, dark auburn beard was lining his jaw and upper lip and he didn't like the way it felt or looked. Furthermore, his wife was complaining that it was pricking her shoulder and back whenever he hugged her from behind.

He loved being the big spoon and he absolutely adored the quiet sighs coming from her as he pressed kisses from her cheek to her shoulder blade.

The beard simply had to go!

He looked at the razor in his hand once again before bringing it up to his neck where the beard started just before the lining of his jaw.

Barely moving the razor, he already felt a sharp, short pain and knew he had nicked himself. Looking up at himself, he shook his head at seeing a small droplet of blood run down his neck.

He grabbed a piece of toilet paper and sauntered out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where he had seen Astrid last time.

The blonde looked up from behind her laptop and laid eyes on her husband.

Hiccup was standing in the doorway, razor in one hand while the other was holding a piece of paper to his neck and he was giving her puppy eyes.

He didn't need to say anything for her to know what was going on. Her dorky husband had never shaved his face and now he was asking for a little help.

Dorky indeed.

She stood up with a laugh and a small shake of the head before walking towards him and dragging him to the bathroom where she sat him down on the closed toilet.

"You didn't use anything?" She questioned when looking around the bathroom. "Was I supposed to?" He questioned her question.

Astrid shook her head and plugged the sink before filling it with water. "Yes. You're supposed to use water and shaving cream," She said as she crouched down to open the counter under the sink and take out the shaving cream.

"You're not mad at me, are you?"

Oh, bless his lovable soul.

Standing up, she turned off the water and looked at him with a small smile. "Of course not. I'm just wondering how I got to marry such a clueless idiot," She told him, taking ahold of his face and leaning down to plant a kiss on his lips.

"Great," He said sarcastically and rolled his eyes. Astrid straightened herself and took the razor from his hand, dipping it into water and the grabbing the shaving cream.

Her slightly protruding stomach was just at an eye height for him and he wrapped an arm around her while pulling her shirt up.

Astrid paused and set down the can. Her hands landed on his shoulder and hair and she smiled as she watched him press kisses against her stomach.

She had gotten pregnant around a year and a half into their marriage and was now in her 23rd week. They were expecting a tiny baby girl and she had never seen Hiccup be more excited for anything more than knowing he was getting a daughter.

She loved seeing him so loving towards something they had only seen a few times though ultrasounds. She knew without a doubt that Hiccup would be the best father ever and she honestly couldn't wait until they could be a proper family.

"Gods, I can't wait to meet you," He whispered against her stomach before pressing a kiss above her belly button.

Astrid ran a hand through his hair and gave him a big smile when he looked up. His lips turned upwards and showed a lopsided smile that made her heart skip a beat.

Shaking her head, she pulled away from him and fixed her shirt before grabbing the can again. "Okay, lets do this," She said and opened it, spraying a big ball of shaving cream into her palm before rubbing it into his beard.

Hiccup inhaled loudly when she grabbed the razor and brought it up to his face. "Calm down you big baby," Astrid said and grabbed his chin, turning his head to the side.

"But what if something happens? What if I die, Astrid? What would happen to the baby? To you?" He asked, panicked.

"I'd be fine you drama queen. I'm literally just gonna shave your face," She said, rolling her eyes.

"But what if-"

"Hiccup, I swear to god, I will kill you if you don't stop!"

"...sorry."

"Good. Now, sit still and let me do my magic."

Hiccup winched through the entire process whenever he heard the razor scraping against hair and skin. When Astrid was done, she applied a little Nivea cream and pulled him up so he could check out the final product.

Hiccup looked at himself in awe, twisting and turning his head to check it out. "Astrid, this is..." He trailed off and pulled his hand over his chin, feeling the smooth skin under the pads of his fingers. "Not even a scratch," He said as he turned to her. "And you didn't kill me!" He exclaimed as he hugged her.

"Obviously," Astrid answered sarcastically as they pulled away. "See? There was no need to overreact so much now was it?" She questioned and raised her eyebrows at him.

"No, you were right. Sorry for doubting you," He apologized and kissed her cheek. "You're amazing," he added after, earning a smile from his wife.

"I know."

Days later, he had asked her again to help him and they had continued doing it for it had been relaxing.

(A/N: Thanks haddockthethird for the prompt. Sorry it took so long. I hope y'all like it.)

- Toothless_NightFury1.