I can be wickedly cruel sometimes, so I like seeing my favorite characters in pain or suffering. I'm a little sick that way, but I'm sure most people are the same way. Anyways, this is a fan fiction I thought up of because I greatly enjoy seeing Hiccup in distress. I also remembered that long ago people used to have arranged marriages and such and I thought it would be funny. The view points are Hiccup and Astrid.

Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon. But if I did, that would be awesome!

Chapter One Hiccup

"It's raining sunshine! It's raining sunshine! All over mankind! It's raining sunshine! As real as it can be! Believe in what you see! It's not just your mind, its raining sunshine!"

My father, Stoick the Vast, was one of those people who can walk into a room and everyone can't help but turn their heads to stare. He's confident and proud and strong; the opposite of me in almost every aspect. Stoick could even make wearing a dress look manly. But he was terrible at hiding a secret. When Stoick was trying to hide something, you could immediately tell. He'd shuffle around nervously and constantly look over his shoulder as if a ghoul was after him.

Much like he was doing one particularly nice, sunny day some time during one summer. I knew there was something wrong with him. Toothless knew there was something wrong. My friends knew there was something wrong. Everyone in the entire village knew there was something wrong. What exactly was wrong, however, nobody was sure of.

I had a feeling it had something to do with a letter that had arrived for him a few days before. My father hated to read, so it took him a few days to actually read it, whether or not it was important. But when he finally did, he went very pale in the face and excused himself from the table. I didn't see him again for the rest of the day.

It was eating me so much that I could hardly concentrate during Dragon Training. I was so distracted that I didn't even notice Gobber standing in front of me, glaring and waiting for me to pay attention.

"HICCUP!" he hollered suddenly, making me jump. "Pay attention!"

"Sorry Sir," I mumbled miserably, staring at the ground as Snotlout snickered beside me. "It won't happen again."

"Are you ok, Hiccup?" Astrid asked me with concern. "You seem a little distracted."

"No," I replied. "I'm just a little distracted."

"Well stop being distracted and start focusing," Gobber told me unsympathetically. "This is very important stuff I'm teaching you. Dragon training is very serious. One false move and you'll have a good chance of ending up dead."

"That's encouraging," I muttered under my breath to Fishlegs. He nodded solemnly.

"Today," Gobber continued, "We're going to be learning the fantastic style of fighting while riding your dragon. This can be very important when protecting yourself and your dragon from enemy dragons that aren't as friendly as ours. Your dragon can only do so much. You must be able defend your dragon from all sides."

"Um, Gobber," Fishlegs interrupted, raising his hand. "Will we ever need to use this skill?"

"I'm 78% sure you will," Gobber replied cheerfully.

"Only 78?" I asked him a tad concerned. He blinked at me.

"That's over half, right?" he asked me, not being too good at math. I sighed, rolling my eyes slightly. "Now then, call your dragons and let's get started."

Toothless was by my side almost before I even finished calling him. I expertly leaped up onto his back and we took off into the air. My friends still had some difficulty mounting their dragons. For a long time I had to constantly show them how to ride the dragon properly. Fishlegs still had some trouble steering his Gronkle and would sometimes crash it into a wall.

The purpose today was to dodge and hit back the various objects that Gobber flung at us with his catapult. Snotlout was bragging about how he could easily catch everything with one hand (while not moving at all, might I add) but said that he was going to be "fair" and give us all a "fighting chance." We took it to mean that he couldn't really do it.

Normally, I would let Toothless do the work so I could collect my thoughts, but of course we were connected. He couldn't fly without me and I would never be able to forgive myself for that. So I forced myself to concentrate as I drew my sword, breathing in a deep sigh. Then Gobber started letting fly huge boulders at us.

Toothless, for the most part, just blasted most of the rocks with his fire. He barely even gave the others a chance. I could immediately tell that he was enjoying himself.

Unlike some people, I thought, looking down to where I could see my house on the hillside. I was worried about my father. He hadn't been acting himself lately. I had resolved to ask him what was eating at him, but had not yet found the right words to use. My father and I had grown a lot closer lately, especially after I had been able to prove myself against that terrible Dragon a few months before. I was no longer an embarrassment to him. I didn't want to do anything to ruin that so quickly.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Astrid called to me, warning me to look out. I was just in time to barely dodge the particularly huge boulder that Gobber had hurled my way. Toothless had to take a long moment to regain his balance.

"Sorry about that," I muttered to my friend. All I got from him was a slightly angry glance.

"What's been up with you?" Astrid asked me after we had landed safely on the grounded. "You've been really out there lately."

"It's just my father," I told her with a sigh. "There's something wrong with him and I've been really worried. It's like something is coming to get him or something."

"Yeah, I kind of noticed too," Astrid admitted. "What are you planning on doing about it?"

"I was going to try and ask him what's wrong," I replied. "But I'm afraid I might say something wrong and upset him. I've finally won his trust back and I don't want to shatter it so quickly."

"I'll come with you," she offered immediately. I tried not reply immediately. I didn't want to look so pathetic that I had to rely on Astrid to do anything. I tried to casually shrug my scrawny shoulders.

"If you want to," I replied calmly. She rolled her eyes slightly and we started up towards my house, with Toothless trailing behind us. Astrid pressed gently by my side and I tried not to shiver. I still found it hard to believe that she actually liked me when just a short time ago she wanted nothing to do with me. I still found myself flinching whenever she raised a hand. Not that I was complaining, mind you.

When we came into the house, we found Stoick exactly where I left him, sitting at the table doing absolutely nothing. He looked up when we entered and his eyes widened when he saw Astrid, as if the thought hadn't occurred to him that I had friends and that they could follow me home.

"Oh, hey there son," he greeted me. "And uh…" He looked at Astrid, trying in vain to remember her name. My father wasn't very good with names.

"It's Astrid, Sir," she told him politely. He blinked at her.

"Oh, yes, I knew that," he muttered, looking back down at the table. Astrid and I glanced at each other before she gently nudged me forward.

"So, father," I started awkwardly. "Er, the village and I have been noticing that you're not your usually strong, proud self. We've been worried, especially me. I mean I know I'm not supposed to but, you are our chief after all and…" I received another nudge in the ribs from Astrid. Time to stop babbling.

Stoick looked at me and sighed. "There's nothing I can hide from you, is there son?" he asked me with a slight chuckle. "The truth is, I do have something I need to tell you. I've been trying to think of the right words to tell you though."

"Come on father," I smiled. "You can tell me anything. Whatever you have to tell me, I'm sure it's not too bad." Astrid agreed with me by nodding her head. Stoick gave a huge sigh, gathering himself up so he could look my strait in the eye (kind of hard to do when he was so huge and I was a little on the short side). And then he told me something that would make me eat my words.

"Hiccup," he growled rather gruffly. "You're getting married."

I thought of this a few weeks ago. Hopefully it's not too terrible. What do you think? Love it? Hate it? Did you have to be rushed to the hospital just looking at it? Tell me what you think. Read and review. Because if you don't then I can't write more, can I?