You Want a What?

Hiccup walked with Astrid through the village, discussing a new project. "So, I was thinking maybe if we placed it at the right angle we could-"

"'Scuse me," a small voice said from behind them. The couple turned to see a little girl holding a flower. "Dis is foe you," she held the flower out to Hiccup.

"Oh, thank you," Hiccup smiled and bent down next to her. "What's your name, little one?"

The girl suddenly turned shy. "Asta..." she said quietly and Astrid couldn't help but smile. She couldn't have been more than three.

"Well, Asta, it's very nice to meet a princess," Hiccup said, bowing to her.

Astrid raised an eyebrow at her husband but he just winked at her. "Princess?" Asta seemed as confused as Astrid.

"That's right! Princess Asta of..." he looked around and spotted a villager carrying loaves of bread. "Breadington! That's it! Princess Asta of Breadington!"

"Breadington?" The Chieftess chuckled. "That's the best you could come up with?"

"You're sillwy," 'Princess' Asta said, giggling.

"Me? Silly? Never. I only speak the truth!" Hiccup pretended the be shocked at the accusation. "Though my wife here can be pretty silly at times-" Astrid smacked him on the back of the head. "Hey!"

"That's what you get, Mister."

"Astrid, I'm trying to have a serious conversation with the Princess of Breadington. This is not time to fool around."

Astrid scoffed. "Serious conversation? And what exactly are you discussing?"

"Well..." he thought for a moment. "We were discussing whether or not she wanted to get some yak cream."

"Yak cream?" That got the young girl's attention.

"See. It is a very important matter," Hiccup joked. "The kingdom will be in danger if we don't eat any! Come Princess Asta of Breadington! We must hurry!" he quickly placed Asta on his shoulders before running away.

"Hiccup! You don't even know if her Mom wants her to have any! Hiccup!" The blonde huffed when her husband didn't stop.

"He's good with kids, no?" Astrid turned to find an older woman smiling in the direction the Chief had ran.

"Oh, yes. Sometimes too good," she shook her head.

"So, when are you planning on having some?"

"Some yak cream? I just-"

"Some kids."

"Oh..." Why was Astrid suddenly nervous to answer the question? She knew Hiccup was great with kids. She knew one day he would make an amazing father. But was she ready? Hiccup was waiting on her. She knew that. He had told her last time they talked about kids. He was ready and she was not. Was she ready now?

Before Astrid could answer the older woman had already began to walk off, obviously noticing the young woman's hesitation. Sighing, the blonde decided to head back to the house and prepare lunch for Hiccup.

Babies... Babies... Babies...

Astrid glanced over at their living room. "We could always put a cradle in the corner. Or move the chair slightly to the left and put- Wait. What am I doing? I'm not even pregnant yet." She shook her head and turned back to finish making Hiccup's sandwich. A lullaby popped into her head and she began unconsciously humming the song. As Astrid placed another piece of cheese onto the bread pieces she froze.

What was happening to her? Was she humming a lullaby? Astrid Hofferson, feared viking warrior and Chieftess, singing and thinking about babies?

No. They weren't ready. Astrid shook her head again and looked out the window to see a mother playing tag with her daughter. Then again... Would it be that bad to have a baby? A crying, screaming, pooping baby that would be half her and half Hiccup?

Yeah, they weren't ready for that. The Archipelago wasn't ready for that. Yet, whenever she saw a young family, Astrid had this longing for a baby of her own.

"That's it. I can't do this anymore." Astrid had made her decision.

"Bye, Asta! See you later!" Hiccup waved to the little girl before opening the door to his house and stepping inside. He hadn't even closed the door when Astrid ran to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips firmly against his. "Whoa!" Hiccup was surprised and pulled away. "Can I at least shut the door before you decide to pounce on me the moment I come home?"

Astrid didn't say anything and as soon as he closed the door her lips were back on his. This time, however, he did kiss back. They stood there for a moment, enjoying each other's company. "I want a baby," Astrid suddenly mumbled against his lips.

Hiccup froze and pulled away once again. "You want a what?"

"You heard me. I want a baby."

"A-A baby?"

She nodded and shyly tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "That is... if you still want one."

"Of course I still want one! I was waiting for you. Not that I didn't mind waiting or anything, but- Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Besides, the Kingdom of Breadington needs heirs, doesn't it?"

"Why you little-" Hiccup kissed Astrid, tired of her teasing. His wife gasped as his lips trailed down to her neck.

"What are you doing?"

"You said you wanted a baby..." Hiccup continued his trail of kisses.

Astrid laughed. "It's the middle of the day."

"And?"

"I made lunch."

"I'll say it again. And?"

"I'm pretty sure the Breadington subjects wouldn't appreciate the baby making during the middle of the day."

"Actually, I think they'd be quite relieved that we're finally getting this going." Hiccup glanced up with a playful look in his eye and Astrid smacked him in the chest.

"You're impossible."

"I'm irresistible, you mean."

"Sure, I do."

"You know you can't resist this much raw Viking-ness."

"Watch me. I'm gonna go eat lunch."

"But what about a baby?"

"Later, dragon boy."

"You're so cruel."

"But you love me."

"I can't deny that, Milady."

Astrid disappeared into the kitchen, leaving her husband alone. Hiccup was ecstatic. He couldn't wait to have a baby with the woman he loved.

The Chief then ran after the blonde, smiling brightly. "Hey, Astrid. Are you sure we can't start right now?"

And so the next chapter of their lives had begun. If only they knew what the future held...