#Astrid's parents are tactless and assertive like all Vikings. Like Astrid herself but she will never agree with this

[oseytorvan]

You Hoffersons are so emotional

Description: Hiccup comes to visit Astrid's parents and... It doesn't end well... 

Warning: mention of Stoick's death

Another one-shot about Hiccstrid! The actions take place after the second part of httyd.

P.S. The name of Astrid's father is a tribute to the character of the books - Thuggory from the tribe of Meathead. In my opinion, he would be a great father for Astrid.

***

It was expected to the point of banality, if you think about it.

Hiccup realized this even when Astrid flew into the Great Hall with the joyful news. The Hoffersons' cabin was finally restored, and in honor of this, Astrid's family invited him to the celebration. As an honored guest.

Hiccup couldn't help but smile, remembering Astrid's agitatedly burning eyes and her restless gestures. Unlike him, she had no idea about anything.

Of course, his fears were confirmed. It hung in the stuffy air, saturated with the smell of mutton and mead. Hiccup felt it when he was talking to Thuggory Hofferson about fish supplies for the Meathead tribe. Hiccup could see it in the feverish gleam in Bertha's eyes when she joked that Astrid will kick Hiccup's ass at the next Race.

The Hoffersons' daughter was laughing gushing, throwing her head back and clutching her stomach. There was a blush on her cheeks. Either from the stuffiness, which made Hiccup's head spin, or from happiness. Her parents and the groom communicate in such a native way, as if they have always been one family… Of course she was happy. That's what he was still sitting at the table for.

“How did he die?”

Hiccup remembered the Thuggory's hard look. He remembered the desperate crackling when the fire in the fireplace devoured the wood. He remembered how they turned into smoldering coals, but no one moved to add firewood.

“I didn't believe it at first… When Drago flew in on your dragon and said Stoick was dead… I didn't believe it at first…”

Hiccup remembered how Bertha's lips were trembling, how her throat was swaying, trying to swallow a heavy lump. Hiccup remembered Astrid grabbing his arm under the table and squeezing him tightly. As if he was about to fall through the floor.

Hiccup remembered how confused everything was in his head. How the stuffiness of the hut was replaced by a scorching wind, from which even the helmet did not save .... How persistent questions turned into sorrowful howls. Hiccup couldn't tell if they belonged to Vikings or dragons. Or him…

Hiccup remembered looking into Bertha's eyes. Her pupils pulsed, then spreading out, then narrowing into vertical slits on the rapidly turning green iris.…

“ENOUGH!” the tension burst deafeningly when Astrid's axe crashed into the table top.

Hiccup involuntarily shuddered and looked at the girl. She looked truly terrifying: a ferocious look burns through her parents from under her bangs, her back is hunched, her muscles are tense, as if put on alert.

“Shut up. The both of you,” Astrid's sharp growl cut through the silence.

The Thuggory's usually impassive face clouded over.

“Astrid...” he began threateningly, but then the table shook again from the impact. This time, Bertha's axe hit him.

“DON'T YOU DARE!” rapidly turning purple, she thundered. “No creature of the sublunary world DARES to keeping Bertha Hofferson quiet in her house! Shameless! You're shaming our clan in front of the Chief!!!”

Hiccup's stomach twisted uncomfortably at the word "chief", and he finally came out of his stupor. Astrid's cheeks were covered with angry spots, which was definitely not a good sign. Feeling that this would not end well, Hiccup reached out to the girl to calm her down, but Thuggory managed to get to her first

“Come to your senses, Astrid, you're talking to your mother…”

“Have I disgraced our clan?!” choked with indignation that. Her father's grip on her shoulder felt like stone, but the girl easily twisted out of it. “It's the duty of the Hoffersons to respect the Chief you've always said that! Hiccup is our Chief and it's you who are disgracing our clan by giving him an idiotic interrogation!”

“Astrid,” the Thuggory interrupted harshly. It seemed that a little more, and he, too, would lose patience. “We were loyal to Stoick as a chief. We fought together with him shoulder to shoulder against the dragon scourge. We have a right to know how he died!”

Three pairs of equally blue eyes turned to Hiccup as he slowly rose from his seat. In the midst of the bickering, the Hoffersons seemed to have forgotten about his existence. Silence spread like a spider's web across the hut, causing alarm.

“Your chief is dead,” Hiccup said softly but clearly. His jaw seemed to have turned to stone, the creases between his knitted eyebrows added menace to an already stern look. "He died at the hands of Drago Bludvist, a madman obsessed with the idea of ruling over all the dragons, over all the people of the sublunary world. Your leader died defending what was dear to him. He died fighting for you, for Berk, for the world we built together. And... I hope he's feasting in Valhalla right now. Together with other great warriors,” Hiccup looked at Astrid, who was speechless, and nodded slightly, remembering the Fearless Finn. Her gaze cleared. “I have to go.”

The door creaked indignantly as Hiccup pushed it open with his palm and walked out into the night. No one stopped him.

***

“You missed the most interesting thing: a minute ago I was without a shirt.”

Astrid snuck into his room again. Hiccup knew this long before her forehead was buried between his shoulder blades. The creaking of hinges from the ceiling, the shaking of the bed from landing and the patter of fur boots always gave her away.

“Well, I can easily...” Astrid muttered, crawling under his shirt, and giggled when Hiccup caught her playful hands. “You smell like honey.”

“You usually sleep at this time,” Hiccup said quietly. Her nose slid along the base of his neck, brushing against long-healed scars. He couldn't deny that it was relaxing. “Is something wrong?”

A disappointed sigh escaped his lips as Astrid pulled away. The skin tingled pleasantly where her touch had been recently.

“I don't want to go home,” she admitted reluctantly and plopped down on the edge of Hiccup's bed. Thoughtfully feeling the sheep's wool blanket — Bertha's engagement gift — Astrid busily threw off her felt boots. “I'm staying at your place.”

“Oh, really?” Hiccup turned around, raising his eyebrows impetuously. The candle stub cast soft reflections on his skin, added reddish brown hair...  Astrid involuntarily admired. “Aren't you afraid that Mom will come in and see us?”

“Valka?” Astrid chuckled. “She won't mind if I brighten up your leisure a little.”

“I don't think your parents would approve of that,” Hiccup said casually, sitting down heavily next to her.

Astrid gave him a gloomy look and, pursing her lips, began to smooth out the folds on the plaid. Hiccup closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair, combing it back.

“I'm sorry. For what happened. I've ruined everything.”

“You don't have to apologize,” Astrid snorted. “Tactless idiots… They shouldn't have asked you about it!”

“Well... Stoick was their chief. They just wanted to know the truth,” said Hiccup absently, feeling the tears begin to boil under the eyelids

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Astrid when her hand squeezed his palm again. A faint smile appeared on Hiccup's face, but his eyes, as always, were filled with tense bitterness. Astrid's nose tingled at the thought that she would never be able to erase this veil from his eyes.

Astrid jerked forward, and Hiccup almost fell on his elbows, holding her by the back of the head. Astrid kissed greedily and clumsily, as always happened when emotions overwhelmed her. Hiccup plunged deeper into the pool of her lips until Astrid put her hands on his shoulders and, pulling away, looked into his eyes.

They were silent, waiting for the blood to stop roaring in their ears, and their hearts to beat at the usual rhythm. Hiccup gently ran his fingers over her cheekbones, removing her bangs. Astrid's cheeks resembled butter buns: soft and excitedly rosy.

“What you said in our hut… You were like…”

“Like dad?”

Astrid shook her head. “You did what Hiccup did. I'm proud of you. And... he would be proud.”

Tears came to his eyes inopportunely, and Hiccup raised them to the ceiling with mock displeasure.

“You Hoffersons are so emotional!” He grumbled, but smiled cheerfully when Astrid laughed. “Come to me, you”

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