That Look (Hiccup x Reader)

111: Berserker's of the Wing Wedding

Just to clear up, I will indeed be writing about httyd 2, 3 and Homecoming! Btw I googled a traditional Viking wedding ceremony script, which is low-key giving. I'll take notes if some idiot ever decides to marry me.
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"But what do I wear?" I asked Astrid as I rummaged through my clothes. "I've never been to a wedding."

"What always wear." She replied, not appreciating being dragged away to help me.

"Oh, sure, miss I have a red shirt now." I rolled my eyes. "I'm the best man's date. Doesn't that mean I have to try?"

"This is a Berserker wedding. Just put on your engagement necklace and braid your hair."

"Nononono. This is a Defenders of the Wing wedding. This is a ceremony and dance and stuff ordeal." I paused in horror. "Oh, Thor. I don't know how to dance!"

"I can't help you there."

"Remind me why I asked you for help?"

"Beats me." Astrid shrugged.

There was a knock at the door and Hiccup poked his head in. "Ready to go?"

"Yes."

"No."

Astrid and I stared at each other for a second before I ultimately lost.

"Get the necklace and let's go." She told me and walked out.

"Rude." I huffed and switched my pendant out.

"If it's any consolation, you look beautiful." Hiccup told me.

I just rolled my eyes and kissed his cheek. "Not too shabby yourself."

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"I still can't believe Mala picked Dagur over me." Snotlout huffed as we flew.

"Not to agree with you, but Dagur isn't exactly someone I thought would settle down so soon. Or at all." I semi-agreed.

"It's beautiful. A true love match." Fishlegs awed, hand clasped and looking starry-eyed.

"Shut it, Fishface. I only have enough barf bags for the ceremony." Snotlout gagged.

"Guys, remember what we said about best behaviour?" Hiccup reminded us.

"Said and agreed are two different things." Ruff chipped in. "I said that I wouldn't crash the buffet, but Tuff and I agreed to steal the cake."

"You realize that makes no sense? Right?" Astrid told her.

"Oh, it makes perfect sense, my dear Astrid." Tuff grinned.

"Guys, no buffet crashing, no cake stealing. We are guests." Hiccup reinforced more sternly.

"Wait a second. This could be a calling." Tuff eyes light up. "A true job opportunity! We attend weddings, even ones that were not invited to-"

"So, all of them." Astrid said bluntly.

"-and we take all the foods and steal all the gifts. We can call it... Wedding stealing!"

"You mean, Wedding Crashing?" I pointed out.

"Exactly!"

"Tuffnut, marriage is a sacred tradition. You shouldn't be selfish about indulging in what the couple offers to share their happiness." Fishlegs scolded him.