Exploring Each Other

It had been three weeks since the last dragon raid. These dry spells were rare, but not unheard of and the tribe would take advantage by getting all of their formal events out of the way. Someone in the Jorgenson Clan was getting married and while supplies were too low for a destination wedding, it was a party and they were going to party even if it kills them.

Hiccup had to come. Being the Chief's daughter, it was customary, even if her only job was to stand there and not destroy the place. She told Astrid she didn't need to come, and normally Hoffersons avoided anything "Jorgenson", but Astrid didn't feel comfortable leaving Hiccup alone without backup. Especially with Snotlout.

Ever since their first kiss, Astrid's protective instincts have been going haywire as far as her girlfriend was concerned. She always hated Snotlout, and while she used to just ignore his unwanted advances, she had upgraded to making him regret his life choice with physical **** when he so much as looked at her or Hiccup.

These hostile feelings would color her perspective of a lot of people. Just the thought of some man putting their hands on her Hiccup have been the catalyst for a lot of violent fantasies. Even Fishlegs made her wary, and there were newborn kittens more threatening than him.

The ceremonial vows and sacrifice to Frigg only made up the first five minutes of the wedding, the rest of the night was filled with loud music drowned out by drunk singers, multiple near-fatalities, a broken table, a broken collar bone and the bride got a black eye.

In other words: a typical Berk Wedding.

Two hours into the festivities and Hiccup was nursing her cup of mead delicately. She was never much of a drinker. The same applied to Astrid, as Hiccup soon learned.

"This party's lame," said Astrid. "Why did we come again?"

"Cause my dad said so," said Hiccup, the thought of her grouchy expression encouraging her to take a sip.

"Well, weddings suck. I mean, what are they good for?"

"Something about an official proclamation between two clans that benefits both, ensuring the continuation of bloodlines under the approval of the Gods," Hiccup rambling, quoting her dad exactly. She took another sip. "Or something."

"So in other words, legalized fucking," said Astrid. Hiccup almost spewed mead out of her nose with laughter.

"I guess you could call it that," Hiccup coughed.

"I mean, I don't get it. That woman's risking her damn life just to pop out a brat. A Jorgenson brat no less. What a waste. I'd rather die than let some guy put their thing in me." She took another drink before she rested her head on Hiccup's shoulder affectionately.

"Uh, Astrid? Are you okay?"

"I'd kill 'em before I let them do that to you." Astrid nuzzled Hiccup's neck, breathing her girlfriend in. "You smell nice. Like apples."

Hiccup's whole face turned red.

"A-Astrid, someone might see."

Astrid raised her head. Her face was red too.

It was that day that Hiccup realized that Astrid was a light-weight. Not only that, but she was a very happy drunk.

"You're so cute."

"U-Uh I, uh--"

Astrid wrapped her around around Hiccup's waste.

"Why do'we gotta hide? It isn't fair."

The hair in the back of Hiccup's neck stood on end as Astrid bit her earlobe affectionately.

"Have I ever told you that you've got a cute butt?"

Hiccup blushed so hard, she could feel steam on her face. She leapt to her feet, grabbing Astrid's arm with both hands.

"Oookay, okay, I think you've had enough! Time for bed!"

Astrid struggled to find her balance before leaning into Hiccup.

"I love you baby. I love you and I don't care who knows it! I LOVE YOU!" Astrid cried out.

A random viking in the crowd drunkenly called out "I LOVE YOU TOO" right back, but otherwise her drunken ass was left ignored.

"Hey lassies!"

They were stopped right as they were at the exit by Gobber who noticed them leaving.

"Were'yah goin'? The party's in here?" Asked Gobber, sloshed on his fifth mug of mead.

"Uh, we're a little partied out and we were thinking of heading to bed. You know, fresh-start and all that."

Astrid's legs were jelly as Hiccup struggled to help keep her up, made worse by Astrid's attempts to kiss her.

Gobber seemed too wasted to notice and went back to the party, leaving Hiccup to her next dilemma: getting a drunk and thirsty Astrid down the exhaustingly long staircase back to the village.