She refused to cry as Gothi, Eira, and Trista took her babies and left the room. Instead she laid there, staring at the ceiling, refusing to acknowledge any who remained until silently, one by one, they all left. She knew they had placed her children on the ground outside their house awaiting Hiccup’s approval which she knew-no matter what-he would give. Knowing didn’t appease the pain though. They had taken her babies and exposed them to the elements, if only briefly. She barely even got to hold her daughter, which she supposed she should be thankful for, most women didn’t get that luxury. She had no chance to even see her sons though.
She closed her eyes as her babies cries reached her ears, refusing to cry along with them.
She knew Ruffnut had suffered so much worse, when her father had almost refused to accept her bastard child.
This in and of itself was just too hard, and Astrid let her eyes fall closed and drifted off into blissful darkness.
Hiccup fidgeted. Toothless laying curled up in his flying form, aesthetic tail thumping the ground.
“Oh shut up you useless reptile.” Hiccup grumbled when Toothless made a sound deep in his throat that resembled a laugh. “How am I supposed to act when Astrid’s in there screaming her lungs out, possibly dying and I can’t go anywhere near her?”
“Things will be alright Hiccup. That’s what all the other women are in there before. They’ve done this and know what they’re doing.” Fishlegs reassured his friend, handing him a mug of ale.
“Don’t worry, the women folk are built for this kind of thing.”Snotlout laughed, chugging his own mug down and going for a refill.
“You realize that, if Astrid heard you say that, she’d take you out right?” Fishlegs inquired of Snotlout who was refilling his mug from the keg.
“Yeah, she’d like-she’d like, make you a baby. Yeah, she’d make you a baby.” Tuffnut sat back with his arms crossed over his chest, nodding his head and looking smug.
Fishlegs, Hiccup, and Snotlout all paused and just stared at him completely bewildered.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Snotlout plopped down in a chair, eating a pastry he’d taken from Fishlegs table.
“It made sense in my head.” Tuffnut defended himself, shrugging.
Fishlegs shook his head and Hiccup collapsed back in his chair.
A frantic pounding on the front door startled the boys, before the others could even acknowledge the disturbance, Hiccup was up and pulling the door open. Valka stood on the opposite side of the threshold, ecstatic grin on her face.
Hiccup held his breath, waiting.
“You have a daughter.”
He released his breath, a smile starting to form on his face.
As he opened his mouth, Valka interrupted.
“And two sons.”
……Hiccup hit the floor.
Snotlout’s laughter was the first thing Hiccup heard as he came to. Not his mother or Fishlegs, but Snotlout.
“Just wait until it’s your turn Snotlout…” Hiccup grumbled, pushing away the helping hands and getting up.
“Is Astrid okay?” Were the next words out of his mouth.
“Yes, she came through quite well.” Valka reassured him.
“We’ve got to hurry Hiccup, it’s time for the choosing ceremony.” Fishlegs held his book, one foot already out the door.
“Are ye alright son? Do you need help?” Valka hovered near him worriedly.
“No Mom, I’m fine.” Hiccup brushed her away, hurrying after his friend towards his house.
Snotlout came running, passing him within seconds while Fishlegs fell behind. Slowing to a stop, Hiccup shook his head and whistled, Toothless appearing within seconds, Hiccup jumped into the saddle and off they flew, arriving just mere moments after Valka got there on Cloudjumper.
Hiccup turned and laughed seeing Snotlout still running and Fishlegs passing him on Meatlug. That was until Gothi whacked him on the head with her staff. Turning he confronted the crowd of people who parted for them as Gothi pointed her staff towards the middle of the group where three bundles of blankets laid.
Walking forwards, Hiccup gulped, unable to believe that thsoe three bundles were his children.
Three. At once.
He couldn’t believe it.
And his wife was okay.
“Do ye accept them?” Assa was the one to ask after time had elapsed.
He snorted, “Of course I do.”
Reaching down, he lifted his son with the same green eyes as him into his arms. “This…this is Leif.” He smiled, handing the baby to his mother. Then he lifted the second little boy into his arms. “And this, this is Loki.” Who he handed to Fishlegs.
Finally he picked up his daughter.
Author’s note: Hiccup is currently at level four of the inventor’s career and he is at level four of the logic skill and level three of the handiness skill.