a/n: My second fanfic- woot! I was going to write it all out before posting, but I couldn't wait. This is really more HTTYD, just in the style of 50 shades. First chapter is more of a back story, since a possessive Hiccup is OOC. I don't predict this going beyond a few chapters. Feel free to leave reviews. :) I'm really working to improve my writing so constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated.

Set after HTTYD 2, and after my first fanfic unoriginally titled "Hiccstrid Fluff: Hiccup the Chaste". You don't need to read that though to be able to read this.

50 Shades of Hiccup

Chapter 1: A nearly crushing blow

He was a wreck of emotions. As far as catastrophes go, this definitely topped his list. As Chief of Berk, he should have never let this happen. He should have been on top of his game. He felt like he had let down the whole village. As husband to Astrid, he should have been there to protect her, but where was he?

Where was he?

Now Astrid lay in their bed, bandaged, bruised, broken. He should have known that her latest project was a bad idea, but Astrid had convinced him otherwise. It will be fine, she had said. She wanted something to call her own. So, he had stepped back, no matter how crazy he thought the idea was. She had stood by him for all his crazy, stupid, and sometimes dangerous ideas, so he wanted to return the favor.

He should have stopped her.

He forgot how easy he made it look. But everyone forgets how much time he spends training. Jumping off Toothless with his dragon wing suit and flying through the air was such a mind blowing experience, but it's also dangerous and reckless. She was convinced she could do something magical in the air using his dragon wing idea. She had gushed through the details to her oldest class of dragon trainers at the academy and they were hooked in an instant, hanging on her every word. Dragon air acrobatics she had called it.

Why didn't he stop her?

They had practiced and trained for weeks. Hiccup had tirelessly made 10 more of his patented dragon wing suits, perfectly custom made for Astrid and her 9 students. He'd watched them with Toothless, staying ever vigilant as they first started experimenting with what they could do up in the air. It really was spectacular. They managed to arrange their dragons into a circle in the sky, jump in unison, and pull off some amazing midair acrobatics with tumbles and twists, and pull out their wings at the same time, soaring together in a V formation until their dragons flew to catch them. It was amazing, just like Astrid.

He should never have stopped watching.

It was the last practice before the official performance, and the first time they were practicing over land, using a different island to maintain the element of surprise. They had been practicing over the ocean before. If something went wrong, hitting the water was less deadly than rock or mountain. But they needed to practice over land to prepare for their show to the village. It was the one practice that Hiccup couldn't oversee because of other pressing matters within the village. Astrid had convinced him it would be fine, pointing out that nothing had gone wrong yet.

Yet.

He only caught the tail end of the disaster. Something had gone wrong. Horribly wrong. When Astrid let out her wings, she pulled a little too hard and the stitching came undone. Instead of floating gracefully alongside her students, she nearly free fell to her death. Her students had tried to save her, nearly all of them getting hurt in the process. If it hadn't been for Stormfly just barely breaking her fall, that would have been the end.

Hiccup couldn't even let himself think of that possibility.

The village morale was shaken to an all-time low. 9 students whose parents had trusted their safety with him and with Astrid now had scared and visibly shaken kids. Most of them only had bumps or bruises, but a few ended up with broken arms, and one student's foot was crushed so bad, he may end up losing it. Everyone was looking to him for answers, and there was only one possible explanation he could reach into the recesses of his mind to produce to the people of Berk; he had failed. He failed as a chief, as the head of the academy, and most of all, as a husband to Astrid. He had sworn to protect her. If he had just been there, Toothless could have caught her. The other students wouldn't have had to try to save her, and they would have been fine. He wasn't mad at Astrid for her idea. She had taken all safety steps and precautions to the best of her ability.

He had made the dragon wing suits, after all.

To his surprise the village didn't seem to begrudge him too much on this slip up. He was often surprised by how forgiving they could be when he stumbled here and there with his decisions as chief. They knew he was learning. They also trusted him as he had saved their village not once, but twice, with his trusted dragon ally Toothless. But Hiccup was always hardest on himself. Normally Astrid would be here to tell him he was overreacting, or that he did the best he could. She would always tell him that his failures were just learning experiences, and every time he stumbled, he would learn and adapt, and become better. Her smoothing sweet voice would always reassure him.

But she couldn't reassure him, now.

They weren't sure if Astrid would ever wake up. She had suffered a pretty good blow to the head, and broken a few ribs. He sat by her bedside every day, praying to the Gods she would wake up. They had been married for so little time. He knew if anything happened to her, he would be alone for the rest of his life because no one would ever be able to take her place in his heart.

Fortunately, his right hand men, Snotlout, Fishlegs, and Tuffnut had offered to help in some of the chiefing duties, and surprisingly weren't doing too bad. Valka and Ruffnut helped around the village with some of Astrid's duties as well. Times like this Hiccup realized just how much support and respect he had for his friends. They came to him with anything they couldn't handle, but for the most part, he only left Astrid's side to visit the other hurt teens in the village, bringing their families small tokens of sympathy such as mead or smoked salmon for dinner.

Oh please, let Astrid wake up.

Finally, after a full moon had passed, Hiccups prayers to Thor were answered. Astrid woke up. As difficult as it was for Astrid to heal, the healing process for Hiccup would take longer, and would affect him in ways no one could have predicted.

It was mid-morning. Hiccup had just come back from his morning ride with Toothless, the one thing he left himself do to break from his vigilant watch over his wife. Valka was glad to sit with Astrid during Hiccup's ride. She saw how much he blamed himself and how hard he was taking the accident, she hoped his morning rides would help him keep a hint of his sanity. Sitting here all day watching someone you love unconscious and hurting was emotionally draining.

Hiccup walked into the room, holding his riding helmet in his hands. "Any change, mom?" He looked somewhat hopeful, but after a few weeks of no change, he wasn't particularly expecting to hear anything different.

It broke Valka's heart to see her son hurting. She stood to face him and brought her hand up to his freckled face, cupping his cheek tenderly, taking her other hand in his. "None in the last few hours, no." She admitted, "But Gothi doesn't think it should be too much longer."

"Thanks, Mom." Hiccup yawned tiredly, the stress evident on his face. "Again, I'm really glad you're here." He smiled weakly at her.

She gave her son's hand a tight squeeze and kissed him on the forehead. "You should try to get some rest, Hiccup. You look like you haven't slept since the accident!" The bags under his eyes and pale complexion gave him away and Hiccup could only shrug. Valka nodded a silent goodbye to her son and slowly proceeded to let herself out as Hiccup sat slowly onto the bed next to Astrid. He swept his hand across her forehead to remove her bangs from her face, before laying his head lightly on her stomach, careful of her broken ribs. He barely heard Valka as she offered further assistance if he needed her before softly closing the door behind her.

Today was different however. After Hiccup unknowingly fell asleep laying his head on Astrid's stomach, her eyes fluttered open. It took her a few moments to adjust once her eyes were able to focus. She was aware of a throbbing in her head, and something heavy pinning her down. She realized she was home and began to try to move, but a sharp pain in her ribs caused her to cry out in surprise, waking Hiccup up instantly. She felt the weight of his head lift off her stomach, relieving her of the sensation of feeling trapped.

"Astrid, oh Astrid!" Hiccup cried, grabbing her hand and sitting up beside her, "You're finally awake!" His initial reaction of excitement quickly faded and his eyes grew concerned, "How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Should I get Gothi? Do you need water? How about a bite to eat? Are you hurting anywhere?"

Astrid didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She didn't know what happened, but Hiccup's slew of questions bombarding her was both endearing and overwhelming. She blinked her eyes a few times to try to focus on him. He had jumped up and was walking nervously in 10 different directions, walking like he had a purpose but just wasn't sure what that purpose might be. Astrid began to laugh a little at his antics but the sharp pain it caused in her chest quickly stopped her.

"Hiccup," Her strained voice surprised her and it caused her to cough, which also caused another sweep of pain through her chest. She clutched at her ribs with her hands, sucking in a deep, painful breath, "just… wait… settle down a minute… what, what happened?"

"Oh Astrid, it was terrible. I thought for sure I had lost you." Hiccup said, finally settling on bringing her a flask of water and sitting beside her. "Can you sit up to take a drink, do you think?"

Astrid slowly and painfully raised herself up onto her elbows. Hiccup tenderly slid one arm behind her back for support, and used his other hand to carefully hold the cool flask up to her lips, and tipped it back slowly to let the water flow steadily into her mouth, quenching her thirst. She tried to help support herself on one elbow, using her other arm to help Hiccup with the flask. She drank thirstily, like she hadn't drank in a month. The water felt wonderful on her throat.

"It was the flight suit." Hiccup said, looking away from her ashamed. "The stitching came loose when you jumped during the last practice. Stormfly saved you at the last minute, but it was just a little too late, you had fallen too far and still ended up suffering some… injuries."

"Is Stormfly ok?" Astrid asked, suddenly feeling worried about her dragon friend. If she had fallen that hard, Stormfly may have gotten hurt in the process.

"She's ok. She came out with a few bumps and bruises of her own, but she'll pull through." Hiccup answered her. Astrid let out a sigh of relief.

"What about the kids?" She asked, feeling strong enough to take the flask out of Hiccup's hand to continue drinking. She couldn't remember a time when she had felt thirstier. Hiccup drew his now empty hand up to the back of his neck, rubbing the back of his hairline nervously while wincing. He wasn't sure if now was the time to tell her, or if he should wait until she regained some of her strength.

"Hiccup, what about the students! Did something happen to them too?" Astrid put down the flask in panic, suddenly feeling dread in the pit of her stomach. Hiccup only looked away, like he was fighting with himself on what to tell her. "By Thor's Hammer, Hiccup! Please, tell me!"

Hiccup looked at her, concern stitched into his eyebrows. "I… I just don't want to upset you, Astrid." He began nervously, "You… you just woke up. I know, I know you are in a lot of pain. I don't want to overwhelm you…"

"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock! You tell me right this minute or I swear to Gods…" A sudden sharp pain in her ribs warned her to calm down, by Odin's Ghost, her ribs were hurting. She grasped her ribs and slowly laid back on her other elbow. Her icy blue eyes wide and locked with Hiccup's warm green eyes, pleading with him for the information. Her mind was racing with every worst case scenario that could have possibly happened.

"Honestly, Astrid, it's not… terrible. But, it's not great, either," he began, wincing at Astrid's look of shock at the latter statement. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her more. "But if you insist on knowing at this very moment…" He paused, taking a deep breath.

"For Gods' sakes, Hiccup! Out with it!" Astrid pleaded, wincing with pain.

Hiccup let out his breath, resigned. "Freydis, Gunnhild, Turid, Knut, and Snorre are fine. A few bumps and bruises, a little mentally shaken, but fine." She let out a sigh of relief, but braced herself for the rest. "Ulf, Gustav, and Vigdis all suffered from broken bones. Ulf had a broken wrist, the other two broke an arm."

"What about Inge?"

Hiccup winced, but the look on Astrid's face warned him not to stall any longer. "His foot was crushed when he tried to save you, he landed right on it. Valka and Gothi couldn't save it. He lost it."

Astrid's hand came up to her mouth as she gasped.

"Don't worry, Astrid." Hiccup tried to soothe her. "He is already trying to get me to make him a peg leg like mine, he doesn't seem to mind too much. I mean, we are Vikings… missing limbs are a bit of an occupational hazard." Hiccup joked, trying to lighten the mood for Astrid and motioned to his own peg leg.

"Hiccup?" Astrid said, laying her head back down on her pillow, suddenly feeling incredibly tired.

"Anything, Milady? Answered Hiccup in earnest, readying himself for whatever request she might have.

"I need to rest my eyes for a bit." She said, the pain overcoming her. "Would you lay here with me until I fall asleep?"

"For you, my Astrid… anything." Hiccup took off his boot and peg leg before swinging his legs up into the bed, sliding his arm under Astrid's neck as she snuggled into his shoulder. For the first time in a month, Hiccup closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, never loosening his grip on Astrid.