Hiccup pollock

In your arms lies your husband. The chief of Berk, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. His hair disheveled and his arms wrapped around your waist, he held you tightly, his eyes closed. In other words, he was asleep. You and your husband hadn't properly announced the extent of your relationship with the village; despite that, you both lay peacefully in the comfortable bed. But as soon as you move, Hiccup grips your waist even tighter. "...Don't go..."