Okay, guys! Just a fluff little one shot here that's connected to my HTTYD genderswap series. This takes place a year or so after TGDT, since Vikings do tend to marry young. It's just a little something to get my creative juices flowing. I hope you like it~

One night, as Asher and I prepare for bed, I say, "I need to tell you something."

He pauses in the act of taking his shirt off, making me flush deeply. I have no idea why I still react that way—after all, we've been married for almost four months. His face becomes concerned. "Is something wrong, love?"

There it is—his favorite nickname for me. Most would go with "dear" or "honey" or even—gods forbid—"wifey," but he loves calling me "love." It always makes me melt

I duck my head, face flushed. "Well, not wrong, exactly," I dodge. "You may want to sit down—Hel, I feel dizzy." So we sit on the edge of our bed—our bed! That always gives me a little thrill to think of it that way—and he turns to face me. "Do you remember how I got sick last week?" I hint.

"Of course I do—I was terrified!" Then he looks at me curiously. "Are you sicker, Hiccup? What's this about?"

I take a deep, shuddering breath. Here goes. "I'm just really scared of how you're going to react to this," I whisper, tears stinging at my eyes.

He suddenly takes my face in his hands and kisses me gently. "Hiccup Horrendous Hoffander—" (Another thing that makes me absurdly happy is him saying my name!) "—I am completely in love with you, have been since I was five. Nothing you can say or do will ever change that." What is it about his voice that makes me completely melt? You'd think a girl would get used to it! "Please, Hic, tell me."

I sigh and lean into him. "Uh, okay…" Another shaky breath. I whisper, "I'm pregnant."

"Come again?"

"I'm pregnant," a little louder this time.

He groans. "Honestly, Hiccup! I won't be able to hear you if you don't speak—"

I all but shout "I'M PREGNANT!" cutting him off. His eyes grow as round as dinner plates, the ones I'm pretty sure I just heard Gerda, his mother, drop from the kitchen. My face burns.

After a moment, he hooks a finger under my chin and gently turns my head to look at him. "You're sure?" he asks softly.

I nod.

Suddenly he's standing and he sweeps me up into his arms. He's kissing my face and my hair and spinning me around. He laughs jovially. "Oh gods, Hiccup! This is amazing!"

"Really?" I ask, bewildered.

He captures my lips in a passionate, searing kiss that leaves my head spinning. "Of course it is, love! Oh my gods, I'm going to be a father!" He starts laughing again, and I can't help but join in. When we're out of breath, we collapse back onto the bed and he starts playing with my hair. "I love you so much, Hiccup. Gods, I love you."

"I'm gonna get really fat," I warned teasingly.

"You're pregnant, not fat," he protested, kissing my nose.

"I'll get moody."

"I think I can handle it." His lips met my forehead, making me sigh.

"I'm going to start eating weird things."

"Can't be worse than Toothless regurgitating half a fish for you to eat." My cheek.

"I love you," I sigh finally, leaning over to press my lips to his. He reacts immediately, wrapping his arms around my slightly bloated waist and pulling me closer.

I love this—the way he makes me feel, the way we fit together so perfectly. "I love you, too," he says softly.

We fall asleep like that, entwined in each other and thinking of baby names.

But when we wake up in the morning, all Hel will break loose. And you know what?

I don't care.

If you want me to write more on this, just say so. I'd love to! As always, reviews are appreciated!