Two weeks later, and it felt like they hadn’t slept a wink in that time. The babies were up at all hours, screaming to be fed or changed. Sometimes screaming to just simply be held. And always when one started, the others soon followed. And they hardly ever slept through the night and they never slept at the same time.
Astrid was ready to scream.
They had to do something.
And that night, Hiccup came in the bedroom with it.
“I love you Astrid, you know that right?”
She didn’t budge from where she laid, eyes closed, half asleep.
“I think I may know how to get a handle on this, but you’re not going to like it.”
His only response was a rather loud snore.
He laughed, pulling the covers up over his wife before quietly leaving to attend to the screaming babies in the room over.
“Hey Toothless.” Hiccup scratched his dragon behind the ears quickly, before picking up his screaming daughter and trying to comfort her. Loki played with a toy and Lief sat and screamed bloody murder on the floor.
Noticing the quiet, Hiccup looked over at his son and what he saw made him burst out laughing.
“Like dragons do you son?”
Lief had fallen silent when Toothless curled up next to him and began purring.
Camicazi finally quieted down and began to fall asleep on her Hiccup’s shoulder so he laid her down to rest, not disturbing Lief and Toothless.
“Come on Loki, you ready for bed? Let’s let Daddy get some sleep tonight okay?” He cuddled his son before carrying him down to his room and laying him down as well.
He quietly backed away as Loki’s eyes slid closed and made his way to the chair in front of the hearth where he sat and let his head rest in his hands.
“It’s been a long day.” He groaned quietly to himself, running his hand through his hair and sitting back. “It’ll eventually get back to normal, right?” He asked no one, before laughing quietly. “Yeah, right, this is my new normal. I’ve got a family of my own and three heirs.” He smiled, looking around his house that was still growing, the smile slowly falling off his face. “…still miss him though.”
He started drifting off, slumping over in his sleep when the scream woke him, running into the bedroom he found Astrid, backed into a corner with the ancestral sword raised over her head.
“Astrid?” He quietly spoke, taking a hesitant step forward. Looking at him, she broke out of whatever petrified state she’d been in, her face crumpling, she fell to her knees. The sword clattered on the ground, large tears began rolling down her face, terrified sobs racking her body. Hiccup stood there, completely lost.
“Astrid, what’s going on?” He took another step forward.