He didn't know how to feel, or what to feel. The only word that could come close to even sum up what he was feeling was love. Overwhelming love and joy. The tears rimmed the edges of his eyes and he couldn't seem to look away. No. He didn't want to look away. He couldn't.

Astrid walked elegantly down the aisle. Hiccup had never seen her in a dress, but he swore that she looked like a goddess in her pure, white gown. A white cloak was clasped by two metal pieces in the front. And on those metal pieces were engravings of a Deadly Nadder. Then on her head, a crown of baby pink flowers adorned her loose hair.

They both beamed when she finally made it the rest of the way to him and her father left her side. They stood facing each other, Gothi standing between them as the officiator. With her written words, they were married. Before them stood a statue of Stoick, letting them feel as though he were watching their grand occasion.

Gobber stepped up to the podium to read Gothi's words aloud. "Do you, Chief Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, son of Stoick the Vast Haddock, and Valka Haddock, take Astrid Hofferson, daughter of Arvid and Thialfi Hofferson, to be your lifelong partner? To be your chiefess? To share your life with her forever and always? And to be the father of any and all children she bares?"

Hiccup didn't hesitate. He nodded with a smile toward Astrid. "I do."

"Do you, Astrid Hofferson, daughter of Arvid and Thialfi Hofferson, take Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, son of Stoick the Vast Haddock, and Valka Haddock, to be your lifelong partner? To be his chiefess? To share your life with him forever and always? And to be the mother of any and all of his future children?" Gobber asked Astrid.

She looked to the ground for but a moment, before looking back to Hiccup with a smile and nodding.

Hiccup then held out his hands for her to place hers in. and when she did, he stroked the backs of her hands gently. That's when Gothi placed two gold and white pieces of cloth over their joint hands. And with that, their marriage was sealed, only to be broken in the halls of Valhalla.

Joy overflowing inside them, they sealed their binding with a heart-searing kiss. Nothing had ever felt so right. No kiss had ever felt as perfect as this one. For six years they had been one on the battlefield, always knowing the other's plan; now, they were one in life. Their lives were now bound into one. Nothing and no one would ever break them apart.

That night…

A/N: So I don't want to ruin this oneshot for anyone with a sex scene that they don't want. So if you wish to keep this an innocent fic to your mind, skip this scene. I'll put an A/N where it's over.

They were both beyond nervous, as they stepped into his bedroom. They'd been together in his room before, but never as a married couple, and most certainly not with the rights that came with being married. Now they had that option that wouldn't taint them.

He looked over at her, chewing on his lower lip. Taking a cautious step forward, he rested his hands on her waist and pulled her close. Leaning down, he kissed her ever so lightly. But it quickly grew into more, as she wrapped her arms around him and deepened the kiss.

"Do-do you want to?" He stuttered, breaking off the kiss for a brief moment.

She smiled softly. "You know I want to, but do you?"

He nodded. "Yes. I want to do with my wife, what I couldn't do with my girlfriend." Not waiting a moment more, he pressed his lips to hers once more, letting his passion and need for her take over. Humming softly, he took his kisses down her neck and to her collarbone. Meanwhile, his hands started at the laces on the back of her dress.

When he finally had the soft silk fabric loose, he pulled the shoulder down and gently kissed the soft, freckled skin of her shoulder. "I've wanted this for so long." He mumbled next to her ear. And with those words, he picked her up and carried her over to his bed.

Her breath quickened and she shifted nervously. "I…um…I-I'm kind of…um…scared. I'm kind of scared." She admitted with dark cheeks. The fearless Astrid Hofferso- Haddock was just that, fearless. She never got scared or intimidated. But she had also heard the rumors from the older women; how much sex and childbirth hurt. And while she was ashamed to admit it, she was scared that they might be true. But she also knew that with Hiccup she could be free to express herself.

He smiled gently and kissed her forehead as he stroked her cheek. "I'll be gentle, milady. And if it hurts too much, just tell me. It's ok to be afraid, ástin mín. I don't want to hurt you. So, if it does hurt too much, I won't hesitate to pull out, alright?" At her nod, he smiled again and then took her back into a kiss.

They went slow, allowing themselves a chance to get used to everything, exploring places their hands had never dared to venture as an unmarried couple, clothing they had never seen or touched before, thus had no experience with. When it came to untying her breast bindings, Hiccup had a hell of a time with the damned laces that seemed to be knotted together messily.

She laughed softly. "Here, let me." She sat up and turned her back to him so that he could look at the mess of knots the laces were in.

Gulping down the knot in his own throat, he reached out his shaky hands to start undoing the laces. It only took him a minutes, being able to see the conundrum that the laces were in. When the bindings came loose, he braced himself for when she turned back to face him. With her bindings now gone, she would be left completely naked, and he wasn't sure how he would react to seeing her.

But when she turned around, the only thing that ran through his mind was-

"Beautiful." He whispered. "You-you're so…beautiful, Astrid."

She smiled sheepishly. "Thank you." moving closer, she hooked her fingers in the band of his pants. "Now you." And biting her lip, she dragged them down his hips slowly. Her breath caught when his pants were gone and she was left to stare at him.

Red crawled up his neck and cheeks and he rubbed the back of his neck. "A-a-am I-?"

"You're perfect." She interrupted him. She knew that even after all these years, he still questioned if he was good enough. He questioned his perfection. And though she hated that about him, she was comforted that she could, and would, make him feel different. She didn't want him to feel anything but perfect.

He sighed with relief, before he eased her back down on the face of the bed and rested lightly on top of her. Brushing her bangs out of her face, he placed his mouth over hers in effort to try something that would drown out any pain she may feel. And with that, he slowly pushed into her. He moved as slow as he could, wanting as little pain to come to her as possible.

She gasped and pulled out of the kiss. "Gods." She whispered.

He looked to her in worry and held her head lovingly. "Are you ok?" He asked.

She nodded, shutting her eyes tight. "Just-just a minute." She croaked.

He waited until she told him it was ok. When she did, he went a little deeper and then paused again. They continued like this until he was fully inside her. And when he was, he waited again. Slow and stead, he moved to pull out and then went back in. He moved into a steady, rhythmic pace of moving his hips.

They panted against each other's skin. Her hands gripped his freckled shoulders, and her head was buried in his stubbly neck. He held the small of her back as well as her damp head and nuzzled his nose in her blonde hair.

In just minutes, as they had had no experience in sexual activities, they found their release in each other and moaned softly. Taking a minute to catch their breath, he waited before pulling out and rolling onto his back.

A/N: Alright, you guys that want to skip a sex scene, you're clear now.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her head. "I love you, Astrid Haddock. My wife." And they fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, they went out the village, and were greeted by all the people who had been there to support them. All congratulated them. Women asked Astrid if she was in pain, and she answered honestly. She was in slight pain, but not to the point of feeling like complaining about it.

Men, smiling cheekily, asked Hiccup how 'the night was'. And he was slightly annoyed, feeling like they were asking about a prize one found one hunt or something of the sort. He didn't like how it was placed against Astrid, but he answered them anyway, in wanting for them to just leave him alone. The night was wonderful, and Astrid was the most beautiful woman he knew there to be.

For the most part, they spent their day either trying to get away from all the stares and all the questions, or in the backroom of the forge, kissing heatedly and even making love on the bed placed in the corner. What could they say? They were a newly wedded couple.

They knew that marriage was going to be a challenge. Why would they think it to be easy? But they were in this together. And they knew that as long as they worked together, it would all work out. They were each other's greatest gifts. Nothing could change that.

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How was it? I know I have wanted to see a Hiccstrid wedding for HTTYD: THW, and I was so stoked when I saw that it would happen, and I had to write a oneshot for it. Hope you like my filling in of the spaces. Can't wait for the next one. Peace out people!