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Tossing, turning, groaning out of annoyance and frustration, and then more tossing and turning. Astrid Hofferson couldn't sleep.

She was lying on planks of wood as usual, so it wasn't her bed that was the problem. There wasn't any noise outside or downstairs. Her neighbors were normally very quiet at night and her parents were gone with a few other villagers on a fishing trip. Other then Stormfly out in her pen behind the house, Astrid was pretty much alone.

At her wit's end, Astrid rolled off her bed and went downstairs for some water. She wasn't exactly all that thirsty but she was bored and couldn't fall asleep.

In the kitchen, Astrid stood leaning on the counter, sipping a tankard of water, just staring at the dying fire pit. After she had gotten home just a few hours ago, she didn't know what else she could do except go to bed. But she started a small fire anyway just to keep the house warm. Seeing as she was up, Astrid walked over to the pit to throw another log or two on to burn. Sitting back on the fur pelt covered wood coach, the bored and blonde Viking teen placed her tankard on the floor by her feet and mindlessly stared into the fire.

It took her a minute until she realized she had pulled her hair that was still in a braid from behind her and started stroking it with her left hand. Her wrist was still rapped and still hurt a bit. Why didn't she take her hair down before she went to bed? She always did, even though she wasn't sleeping.

Hiccup fixed, brushed, and braided her hair for her and didn't hurt her at all. It was the nicest feeling in the world to her. Next to flying. It didn't feel right taking it out yet. Besides, it was more of a two handed job even if it did feel right. He just did it for her less then three hours ago back at his house, and fixed it back at the healer's hut. The feeling of Hiccup's long and skilled fingers threw her hair filled her memory and all she wanted was it back.

Hiccup sat awake at his desk in his room, draped over a sketch for a new invention to help the fishermen raise their nets. He was done with the basic sketch he needed to start building it, but he couldn't sleep, so he thought he'd add a few details and maybe then he would be tired enough to fall asleep. But even after he finished that sheet of plans, the new design for Toothless' tail, a model for a new prosthetic, and a diagram for a new fire prevention system for the whole village, he still wasn't tired. Hiccup knew he didn't exactly want to draw, he just knew he had to do something with his hands and fingers. Every since Astrid left his house earlier that night, Hiccups' wanted her to come back so he could play with her beautiful hair. When he said it was addictive, he meant it. He couldn't sleep because his hands kept twitching and stroking the only thing close; his blanket, which wasn't the same at all and only irritated him more. He couldn't sleep or stroke Astrid's hair, more golden and more valuable then any treasure in the world.

Hiccup groaned and looked over to his sleeping best friend on his stone slab across the room. 'Maybe there's something in my sketch book that I can dabble in,' he thought to himself, knowing it wasn't going to satisfy his eager fingers, but he had to do something if he wasn't going to sleep. Hiccup retched into his vest for the little sketch book he always carried with him, but was surprised to not find it there. It wasn't on his desk and not anywhere else in his room. Hiccup even risked waking Toothless up by looking in his saddle bad. But upon looking in, he not only woke up his dragon, but his sketch book was still nowhere to be found.

The Night Fury raised his head to his rider in front of him, eyes dazed and gave a small moan as if he was just woken up in the middle of a nice dream. "Sorry Toothless," Hiccup patted his best friend on his head a few times. As Hiccup did this to get his dragon to go back to sleep, he began to think of where he could have left his sketch book. And then it dawned on him. He'd been in the forge all day, where else could it be. Hiccup stood up and headed for the stairs and Toothless started to get up to follow him. Hiccup turned and gestured his dragon back. "No bud, it's okay. I'll be back in a bit," he soothed his dragon. Toothless listened to his rider and laid back down. "Go back to sleep," Hiccup gave his best friend one more rub on the head before he went back to his desk, blew out the candle, and quietly walked down the stairs and out the front door, trying not to disturb his dragon or sick father.

Turns out, Hiccup did leave his sketch book on his desk back in the forge. Gobber had gone home and closed up sometime ago, but Hiccup could still get in, grab it, and get out without any difficulties.

After the Viking boy had finished re-locking the door, he was prepared to just go straight back home, sketch some more and wish he could fall asleep and dream about swimming in a golden sea of Astrid's hair. But upon turning around, the silhouette of a figure slowly walking towards him, caught his eye.

"Hiccup?" the figure said. The figure started walking a bit faster and closer, coming out of the shadow of a house and into the light of the moon. Hiccup knew who it was before they showed themselves; or she showed herself.

"Astrid, what are you doing out at this hour?" Hiccup walked up to her and away from the forge. She was wearing a fur pelt coat and her boots, but he could tell from her shivering that she must not be wearing much under it. She must be in her nightgown.

"Couldn't sleep. Thought a walk would help," Astrid shrugged her shoulders, looking at his face before dropping them to his hands at his sides. One of them holding a little book she knew too well.

"Yeah me too," Hiccup rubbed the back of his head. "I mean, I just left my sketch book here and I need it," he brought the leather bound book up in between them.

"Because you can't sleep?" Hiccup nodded his head.

"How's you wrist?"

"Fine. Still kinda hurts if I try to use it," Astrid held her wrist in her other hand in front of them. They both looked back at each other eyes. "Well I should be getting back," Astrid started to turn around but Hiccup stopped her with a light hand on her shoulder.

"Wait, Astrid," Astrid looked back at him. Hiccup didn't know exactly how to ask what he wanted to, be he couldn't just let her go like this. He'd been trying to fall asleep all night thinking about her and praying to every God he could have another chance to have her hair to brush; this was it. "Uh…I-I was thinking, that, um…if you were having a hard time sleeping, maybe… if you'd like," before he could finish his sentence, Astrid had turned more to him and gave him the quickest peck on the lips just to get him to stop talking. Hiccup looked back at her smiling face, his face turning red. Her skin looked even more ivory in the moon light. And her hair. If in the golden light of the setting or rising sun she looked like a Valkyrie, then in the slivery glow of the moon she was relieved to be a goddess as her true natural.

"Come on," Astrid eagerly pulled at his wrist toward the way she came from. Hiccup happily obliged and walked with her. Sliding his hand to hold hers' properly, intertwining their fingers.

When they got to the Hofferson household, Hiccup was surprised Astrid wasn't trying to be sneaky at all. He began to worry if she was just trying to get him in trouble with her parents, but upon entering the front room with the fire pit and kitchen, Astrid assured him that her parents were on a fishing trip and she; or they were all alone tonight.

Astrid gestured for Hiccup to sit by the fire while she shed her winter gear. Hiccup did as he was asked and sat on the fur pelt covered coach, much like the one in his house. Hiccup tried to keep his eyes on the fire, but he found then more often then not looking back at Astrid slipping her lean legs out of her boots and pulling her coat off her shoulders across the room between the door and a rack. He was right, she was in her nightgown. 'Did girls wear their under garments and bindings when the slept?' Hiccup thought nervously as he tried to look away when she rose a bit on her toes to hang her coat. Seeing her like this, the memory of what her butt looks like without her spiked skirt over her under skirt instantly came back to him. The similarity of the two sights was almost too much. The fire wasn't very lively, so he couldn't blame his cheeks flushing a darker red then before on it.

Hiccup was looking into the dying fire but his mind was only on Astrid, her amazing hair, and her well curved rear. He didn't even notice she was done until she plopped down right next to him on the furs, turned completely to him with her right elbow resting on the top of the coach's back. Hiccup snapped back from Astrid in his memory to the real Astrid right there next to him. The real thing was obviously more beautiful. And he could touch this Astrid.

Hiccup looked her up and down. He could take her good hand that was just in front of her knees. But that was too close to her leg and that seemed a little too bold for him right now. He could cup her cheek and maybe she'd let him kiss her. But looking back at her face lead his eyes back to her hair. The hair that was still in the braid he did for her. The hair he had been craving all night.

Astrid could tell he was looking at her, but not directly. She already knew. She could tell what he was thinking about back by the forge. That's why she brought him here.

Before Hiccup could make up his mind on where to touch her to make sure she was real and he wasn't just dreaming or hallucinating, Astrid quickly turned a hundred and eighty degrees with her back to the pondering boy she adores. And Hiccup knew exactly what he wanted and she wanted him to do. Hiccup, for the second time that evening, removed the leather hair tie at the end on her beautiful braid and began to unweave it from the bottom up and scattered her hair loose and free.

But before Hiccup could dig his anxious fingers back into her sea of gold, Astrid, in one swift move, quickly turned back around, leapt up, and sat on her beloved's lap with her legs on both sides of him and her hands on his shoulders, staring lovingly at him all over.

Hiccup was too shocked to speak or react at all. Astrid, knowing he needed a little help and happy to oblige, grabbed Hiccup's hands and placed them back on her head. Taking the hint, Hiccup kept his hands where they were wanted and brushed them threw, deep and lovingly. And Astrid brought her arms up to rap around his neck.

"Hiccup?" Astrid sighed, Hiccup paused and looked at her carefully, but did not dare to remove his hands a bit. "I lied."

"About what?" he asked her a little concerned.

"I wasn't out for a walk because I couldn't sleep. I was on my way to your house because I couldn't sleep."

Hiccup smiled and continued to brush, bringing her head closer and brought their lips together again. This time, long and lustful.

And there they sat, engrossed in each other, all night. Hiccup lovingly but gently brushing his fingers threw the beautiful hair of the girl he loves, and Astrid returning her feelings and the favor in kind.

And when they both became too tired to continue, just like at the healer's hut, Hiccup's caring fingers threw her hair lulled Astrid right to sleep. Hiccup continued to stroke her locks until he was sure she was completely asleep, her head pillowed by his shoulder and upper chest. And he followed soon after.

Eight Years Later…

The chief was up and about in his house by the Great Hall early in the morning. His wife had been away on a special fishing and trading journey with a few other villagers for the past month. Hiccup was so exited and anxious to see her and hold his beloved Astrid again. He missed her terribly. But luckily he had someone alike with him to keep him company.

"Oww! Ouch!" a little voice screeched from upstairs. Hiccup walked from the fire pit in the front room to the bottom of the wooden steps that led up to the bedrooms.

"You alright sweetie?" the chief hollered up.

"Yes daddy!" the young voice hollered back, followed by another little screech.

"Are you sure?" Hiccup asked back, already knowing what she was doing that got her like this.

"Yes daddy, I'm fine!" and another little yelp followed right after that response. Hiccup, already expecting what to find, walked up the stairs and into the bedroom he shared with his wife. And just as he thought, there was his little six year old daughter; sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to pull an old hair brush threw her hair. Hiccup smiled as he looked at her and shook his head as she glared back at her father with a pout.

"Stubborn; just like your mother," Hiccup came over to her and kneeled down in front of the little girl. "Let me help you sweetie," Hiccup asked gently, offering his hand out for his daughter to give him the brush. The young Haddock sighed, gave in and handed over the brush to her father. Hiccup smiled, sat on the bed with her, and asked her to turn around so he could do his thing. She did as she was asked as Hiccup placed the brush on the other side of the bed and began to brush his daughter's dark blonde hair with only his hands.

Asta Haddock reminded Hiccup so much of his dear wife. Same stubbornness, same big blue eyes, she even has the same nose as her mothers'. And her hair, while it wasn't as light and golden like Astrid's and was much thinner, it was equally just as soft.

"Daddy, when mummy asks you to brush her hair, why don't you use the brush?"

"Because mum trusts me more then that old brush," Hiccup happily tells as he combs threw his daughter's hair, painlessly getting all the little and big tangles out.

"Okay, then I guess I do to," Asta nodded her head in assurance.

"I'm glad. But seriously sweetie, I don't want you to hurt yourself trying to yank that thing threw your hair," Hiccup cautioned as he started her single braid. Most girls her age had their hair in two, but Asta wanted hers' just like her mothers'.

"Is that why you always brush mummy's hair for her and why she doesn't trust hair brushes?" Hiccup gave a small chuckle at that statement as he finished off her braid.

"Not exactly, but your mother knows how to brush her own hair without hurting herself." Hiccup dropped his hands from the young girl's hair, satisfied by his handy work as usual.

"Can she show me?" Asta excitedly turns back around to her dad on the bed.

"Of course, you two can get started when she gets home," Hiccup nodded, taking her under the arms and lifting her onto his knee.

"She's coming home today right?"

"Yes, her boat should be docking back any minute now."

"Then we need to go. We need to be on the dock when the boat comes back," Asta squirms off her father and starts pulling on his hand to get him to stand up. "Come on."

"I'm coming," Hiccup laughed as he stood and let his daughter yank him down the stairs, out the door, and to the three pen stable behind the house where they kept Stormfly and Toothless. The third one empty; for now.

Hiccup lifted his little girl onto his best friend's saddle, got on behind her, lathed his prosthetic into the stirrup, and shot up into the air. As they dove down towards the docks, they could already see a boat just coming into port. Hiccup steered Toothless down and they landed on the wood platform that led to the dock where the ship was unloading.

Hiccup took little Asta's hand and told her to stay with him until they saw Astrid. Asta did as she was told and waited. Several other villagers came around with sacks and crates of new and old cargo. They all waved and happily greeted their chief and Asta smiled and waved to them all as well. Asta was beloved by all the Vikings of Berk. But no one loved her more then the chief and the young women walking up the dock with a Berk-crested satchel and an axe.

"Mummy!" Asta squealed, ripping her hand from her fathers' as he let her run to her mother. Astrid dropped her belongings to squat down and catch her daughter and hug her warmly. Hiccup watched the heart melting scene before him before slowly walking to them himself. As Astrid saw her husband, she carefully let her daughter go to rise back up to her feet. Hiccup hugged his wife anxiously and warmly before pulling back to give her a sweet kiss that screamed 'I missed you, my love.' As soon as they parted, Asta pulled on both her parent's leggings to get their attention. Mr and Mrs Haddock both looked down to their daughter as she spoke.

"Can we go for a family fly on Toothless?" she asked, giving a pleading smile with a few missing teeth. Hiccup smiled and looked to his wife for an answer; if she was up for it so was he.

"That sounds wonderful right now," Astrid smiled as Toothless came leaping over. They all laughed as Hiccup packed his wife's stuff into his best friend's saddle bag and jumped on, latching his prosthetic into place. Astrid lifted Asta up to sit in front of her father and she got on behind him. When they where all set, Hiccup opened the tale and Toothless happily bolted out of the docks and threw the sky. "Just don't try to practice Toothless' maneuvering in the forest," Astrid hollered into her husband's ear so he could hear her over the wind. Hiccup chuckled and steered them higher to avoid the trees as they flew into the dawn.

Well that's that, hope you guys liked it. Keep the reviews coming and keep an eye out for my new stuff to come!

P.S.: Asta and Astrid both mean 'Divine Beauty' in Old Norse.