marriage?!

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also, i posted the live action fic

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and you know how everyone wanted a sexual scene after the last chapter??

if we get one hundred votes on this chapter, when i write my special chapters, i'll write a sexual enough scene (im not writing proper smut for hiccup, but there will be making out and touching)

ALSO, my exams have started now!! no more updates until like june 

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authors pov

12:38 PM. BERK, THE ISLE OF BERK

y/n walks into the great hall, her long red dress kissing the floor even though she holds parts of it up. it has long wide sleeves, with golden accents around the opening's. her hair, which hiccup helped with, is in it's braids and is covering most of her neck. for obvious reasons. if you don't understand those obvious reasons, it is because he gave her hickeys on her neck. and there isn't really a need for her to show it to everyone. 

around the great hall, dragons and viking's are both scattered around. the viking's sit at the tables whilst the dragons sit on the tables, reaching for their food with their mouths. 

midnight trails behind, but she does not like being here. but y/n and hiccup and toothless are here so it makes it slightly more bearable. toothless looks around, seeing all of them, mixed together. in some kind of chaotic harmony.  

hiccup and gobber are walking infront of y/n, hiccup looking back every second to make sure that she is okay. and she is.

"point is, you can't keep bringing dragons back here," gobber says, motioning to everything around them.

"mind yourself," y/n says, ducking her head as a cluster of dragons flies over them. hiccup ducks, shaking his head with a smile. y/n makes it to hiccups left, the two standing close. 

"come on, boy!" snotlout laughs in front of them, playing with a fish as he runs by.

"you're just asking for trouble," hiccup puts a hand out to gobber stopping him from going on as a man and dragon run past, in front of them. "those trappers are getting closer by the day," the two males lift a large dragon tail, letting y/n go under it first. they're both gentlemen.

"we can handle them," hiccup replies to gobber, snagging two red crisp apples as a woman walks by with a basket of them. "we have the alpha and the beta. ain't that right, buds?" hiccup smiles, turning back at his favourite dragons. midnight wrinkles her noise as toothless lets out a happy rumble. being the beta is fine...just too many dragons coming to her when toothless is doing something. "and we have the beautiful mother of dragons," he says with a cheeky smile, giving y/n one of the red apples. she rolls her eyes, smiling none the less. 

"thank you, my love," y/n says, taking the apple from him. 

"i mean, look at how happy they are here," hiccup says, motioning around. they walk past valka who is hand wrestling spitelout and she wins, slamming his hand on the barrel. of course, she would win. why wouldn't she?

"you're awesome," snotlout breathes out as he holds a fish whilst lifting his helmet from his eyes as, valka shaking her head as she rises.

"hiccup, i do not wish to be against you," y/n starts, looking around properly. and she never will be. "but i do think that gobber has a point. berk is big but we will need it to be much bigger with the amount of dragons that we bring everyday. and the trappers are gaining upon us,"

"beautiful, relax," hiccup softly says, tossing his apple over to toothless who catches it in his mouth and eats it as y/n puts the apple out to midnight who sniffs into before eating it. "it's fine. we did it. the world's first dragon-viking utopia. our dream became a reality!"

a kid runs past them, y/n smiling as he tries and catches up to a baby dragon who's scurrying on the floor. 

"aye!" gobber snaps, turning to face the two of them. "your dreams. mine's less crowded and more..." he raises a brow, turning and shrieking at the sight of the hopgobbler in the stew. "sanitary!"

"gobber, you're not fooling anybody," hiccup chuckles, gobber raising a brow at the man as he was offered a bowl of stew. "we know you love them," the man offers a bowl to y/n, the girl putting her hand ups. she is not eating that.

toothless, with both paws on the bowl, snarls as he looks into the stew, the hopgobbler whimpering as it swiftly swims out and rushes away. midnight chitters at toothless who rumbles at her. he didn't need to be so mean.

"i advise that you do not eat that," y/n whispers into astrid and charles' ears, as she, hiccup and gobber make their way to the main table. the one that they usually eat at. astrid swiftly stops eating it and sets the spoon down as charles pushes the bowl away from him. they both smile at y/n in thanks, y/n nodding her head. the mother of dragons; saving people, a small act at a time. 

"you're supposed to be the generation that leads us into the future!" gobber continues his rant, making room for himself. he rocks astrid to the side, charles catching her. and gobber accidently hits valka who makes no comment on it and just moves to the side. 

hiccup sits down, leaving room for y/n. he helps her down, not wanting for her to get her dress messy. she spends a lot of time on making her dresses. she needs to show it off. and get all the compliments she deserves, and she deserves loads of compliments.

tuffnut wrestles for his food against barf, resulting in the plate being yanked too hard and the food flying over snotlout's head.

"doru-borto," y/n mutters, knowing what is going to happen. how could they be the generation to lead them into the future?

"food fight!" snotlout cackles, throwing a drumstick. tuffnut retaliates, throwing food back and then holding an apple as he hides beside the table.

"ooh, gorgeous," y/n watches as ruffnutt coos at a mug. she purrs at it, making y/n raise a brow. why could she not get a looking glass? a chicken leg hits ruffnutt's helmet, making her huff. "watch the hair!" she joins in the food fight, mostly throwing food at her twin brother.

fishlegs continues focusing on fishmeat, attempting to feed the baby dragon some food. but the baby gronckle just eats the spoon. at least that's something? but metal is not a good type of nutrition. 

"thor help us!" a splatter of food strikes gobber, making y/n let out a laugh as he complains. he whips the gunk off his face, looking over at y/n and hiccup. "time to stop worrying about problems out there..." he puts his beefy arms around y/n and hiccup, squishing the twenty one year olds together. 

"i cannot breathe," y/n states, trying to get his arm off from around her neck. she's not wearing a necklace but she still needs her neck. 

"gobber!" astrid sighs, shaking her head.

"please let her highness go," charles chimes in, even though he knows he's going to ignore. astrid pats him on the shoulder. it's an a for effort.

"and start sorting out the ones right here!" gobber continues.

"okay, okay! i'll think about it!" hiccup's muffled voice frantically says as he claws at gobber's arms, trying to escape from gobber's armpits. why is he so psychically weak? does y/n really like him like this? should he get stronger?

"hang up those saddles and get married!" y/n's eyes go wide as everything in her system freezes. that's weird, right? a dragon freezing up. hiccup instantly stiffens besides her as the hall gets eerily silent, everyone frozen in place as they look at us.

"the m word..." tuffnut grunts, his hand hovering in the air as he holds a vegetable, ready to throw it.

"gross. unless it's me," ruffnut adds, hurling her whole pie at tuffnut. the male twin grunts, falling onto the floor.

"gobber...why has this came up? why is this a topic of conversation?" y/n ducks out away from gobber, standing next to where astrid is sitting. 

midnight smells the air, sensing something wrong with y/n. y/n smells different that most viking's. first, she always smells better and second, her scent always contains the smell of ash which midnight will always recognise. 

"you need to start ruling like a proper royal couple! marry him, please!" gobber begs, turning towards y/n as he still has hiccup in his clutches. "you're the only one with any sense around here. sure, you're almost as crazy as him, but you're still better than him! and you know dragons! better than he ever will! with you wearing the pants, there's still hope!"

"gobber!" hiccup's muffled voice yells as he continues fighting for freedom. this is not something y/n and hiccup have talked about. at all. they never needed to. they knew they were going to be together for the rest of their lives and marriage didn't seem like the most important thing to talk about, right now. but hiccup wanted to marry her. and he'd hope if he was to ever ask y/n, that she would say yes.

"wow! not awkward at all!" astrid shouts, rising from her seat and shaking her head.

"your highness, are you alright?" charles looking over to y/n who has started to mess with the rings on her fingers.

midnight makes her way over to the table, nudging y/n who's frozen like a statue. she starts to groan loudly, getting y/n out of her trance. y/n looks at midnight, the valyrian dragon rolling on the floor dramatically and whining out. she stops, looking at y/n, hoping that y/n will get the hint. toothless tilts his head as he looks at midnight. what is she doing? what a weirdo.

"i-i must leave," y/n starts, suddenly. "midnight is ill...she is not ill but she is not at ease as you can see," midnight dramatically groans once again, rolling on the floor again. perfect actress. "so i must help her. at this current moment. so we will be leaving at this current moment. good bye," y/n says with great speed. y/n quickly speeds off, thankfully not falling as she's wearing flats, midnight following on behind her. 

hiccup gasps for air as he finally shoves gobber's arm off him, coughing violently. and then he realises the situation. he groans and bangs his head on the table. this is all gobber's fault.

"wonderful," hiccup comments, astrid looking around for y/n. but the last targaryen is long gone. charles gets up, both of them looking for her. 

"that was a definitive no," tuffnut shakes his head, walking behind hiccup. hiccup turns to tuffnut, knowing something stupid is going to be said. "i mean...she ran from you. ouch. that's got to hurt," hiccup's eyes narrow, glaring at tuffnut. "look, if you need a beard to cry on," tuffnut shoves hiccup's face in his 'beard'. which is not a beard. at all. "just lean on my shoulder, and you can cry into my full, thick beard,"

"oh, thank you, tuffnut," hiccup sarcastically replies, his bitter voice muffled. "thank you. so much," what he needs to do is go and find y/n. and y/n did not run from him. she ran from the situation. which is completely fine! he will never fault her for that. you can't just do something like that and expect for her to stay.

eret walks over, pausing when he sees the two and awkwardly looking around and clearing his throat.

"eret, son of eret!" hiccup greets, his voice muffled as he shoves himself from tuffnut and his fake beard. he sputters, groaning as he wipes his mouth. gobber was right about hygiene. "what's the report?"

"two more trapper barges spotted in the strait," eret responds, gesturing back with his thumb.

"so we go after them." hiccup nods, pausing as gobber stares at him. "what?"

"one day, you're gonna pick a fight you can't win," gobber pokes hiccup in the chest. hiccup looks down at gobber finger then back to gobber's face, ready to say something back. "and what'll happen to the lass then?" hiccup pauses at gobber's words. nothing. he would never let anything happen to y/n. he would protect her. always.