A/N: Hello there and thank you for reading! Well, this is a little story that came into my mind recently. It was first to be intended to be only an One-Shot, but it turned out to be more, so I decided to split it into a few smaller chapters.

Disclaimer: HTTYD doesn't belong to me. Astrid felt left alone, while Hiccup is busy. So she spends her time drinking mead and developing dirty thoughts. And poor Hiccup needs to deal with his drunk fiance...

Rated M for heavy usage of alcohol (mead), dirty thoughts and smutty scenes.

Hope you enjoy!

Sweetly

It was late at night on Berk. Well, not late enough for Vikings, who are willing to celebrate their latest trade and peace agreement with another tribe. It would offer them a good amount of gold in the future, as well as safety for them, their island and of course their dragons.

Yes, it really had been a good deal and it all was made possible by their young chief, who was very willing to persuade everything that would help his people, as well as the winged, flying reptiles. Therefore Hiccup was very much the center of this whole celebration.

Everybody wanted to drink on his health and on his honor, and here and there he was confronted by deep conversations by the elder, which he just couldn't decline.

All the while it was Astrid, who was sitting always nearby, listening carefully, but never saying a word. Well, sure, she was General Hofferson, and would marry Hiccup before the next moon would rise, but right now she was not as interesting, as she surely would be as his wife.

Sure, she understood the interest in Hiccup pretty well, since he was the one, who worked the whole treaty out. But all she wished right now, that he finally would pay her some attention. Yes, she admired the way, he talked and how he could hold their attention for so long. And she found herself often admiring the young chief in the way he moved – whether it was his head, his facial features or his hands. She very much liked the way, his lips moved into a smile or even a grin, especially after these hard times, when his father was killed, only a few months ago.

So, all Astrid did this evening, (when her friends didn't require her attention, because they almost set the mead hall a flame with a surprise that had required dragons, and fire and a lot of wood), she stared at her fiance, all the while drinking mead. Well, she knew, that she couldn't tolerate as much, as her fellow vikings, but she liked the sweet tasted of it, which, along with the heaviness of the alcohol, washed away her jealousy and the feeling of getting not enough attention.

And as the night lengthened, Astrid became more attentive, regarding Hiccups movements, while she felt heavy, content and very drunk. But she would never admit that mead had such an influence on her.

So she stayed quiet, nibbling on her fifth jug...or her sixth...or...whatever. Her eyes were already a bit glassy, her mind felt fuzzy, but she still would judge every gesture of the young man, while her mind tried to analyze it.

Therefore she noticed the way, Hiccup sometimes scrunched his nose, whenever he found something very absurd. And she found it very cute, though she would never admit, that she would find anything 'cute'. But her eyes also wandered over his lips, while she more and more developed the inner feeling to kiss them.

Yes – Astrid liked kissing Hiccup. Loved it, to be exactly. It always was such a sweet feeling. And it didn't matter if it just was a small peck on the lips, before he hurried away, doing something important, or if it was more of a heated make-out session behind the stables, or in his workshop.

Yes, she always enjoyed those moments, which made her sometimes lusting for more. But she knew, that they would wait patiently until their wedding night – they agreed on doing so.

She bid a lips, while Astrid turned away from Hiccup, trying to hide the redness of her cheeks.

Yes, she sometimes found herself daydreaming about Hiccup and what it would be like to finally sleep with him. She had already heard different women voicing their experiences, though Astrid had always tried to not listen to them, since she wanted to experience it on her own. But her ears and her mind were betraying her in these moments and there more information the young general got, the more she wondered what it would actually feel like.

And tonight was no exception...

While she turned back, her eyes wandered over his shoulders, which got broader, while he got older and how it would feel like to wrap her arms around them, while his naked body laid on top of her. Then she glanced to his arms, which she really wanted right now to be wrapped around her, holding her tightly, while those skillful hands of his should start wandering all over her body – her over her neck, over her breasts and down to more forbidden areas.

As fast as Astrid could, she raised her jug to her lips, drinking more of this delicious mead, to drown her silent gasp, as she pressed her tights together. Heat was rising between them, which was already familiar to her, since it always welcomed her, whenever she was thinking about Hiccup this way.

But her desperate try of concealing her actions wasn't enough and her eyes widened, when her heard this familiar voice calling her name in worry:

"...Astrid?"

Carefully and without spilling something, she lowered her jug and was astonished and ashamed, when she saw Hiccup and all a few of the elders he had talked to looking at her.

"Is everything alright?" Hiccup asked again, leaning over the table between them, to carefully touch her hand.

"You have been so quiet of so long..."

"And she ain't looking too good, lad!" Gobber told the young chief, while pointing in Astrid's face. "She ain't looking too good."

"I-I...ma g-good!" Astrid stuttered, raising her voice for the first time in a few hours, feeling that her tongue was heavy and fuzzy due to much mead.

"Well...either she is sick, or very, very drunk. Good luck chief!"

"Good luck? Why do you wish me good luck?!"

Astrid became dizzy, while she tried to follow the conversation between Gobber and Hiccup.

"She will be your wife in a wee of time! So take care of her – bring her to her bed, give her some medicine or, lay her good, or whatever you do with your future wife..."

Both Astrid and Hiccup stared in shock at the older man, though a part of Astrid admitted to herself, that she would love to do the last part with Hiccup.

"O-okay! I will bring her home. To her home! But that's about it!"

Before Astrid could say or do something against it, the young chief stood up, walked around the table and pulled the jug from her hands, setting it down on the table. Then he helped her up, laying an arm around her waist, guiding her to the big doors of the mead hall.

While the heart of the young woman started to race faster and faster in her chest, Hiccup turned back for a moment, telling them:

"Don't you have dirty thoughts over there! I will take care of her! Nothing will happen! I will bring her to her bed!"

But Astrid couldn't help the dirty thoughts that started to rise inside of her, thanks to the sweet mead, when she heard Hiccups words.

"Sure you will!" Gobber answered, while she still could hear them snicker behind them, while, the left the mead hall.