56Yggdrasil
the tree has many branches
Hello, it's been a while! This had been sitting for a while on my docs, and I managed to polish it a bit to upload. It was during a brainstorm that turned to shitposting in Aleteia's Discord channel like it always does. I hope you enjoy it!
Maeve is a character taken from the game Dragons: Uprising and am I the only one that thinks she looks more like Dagur's sister than Heather?
Warnings: grammar, addictive songs, ABBA, mentions of Astrid's spontaneous choreography, and Eret's muscles making a cameo.
Disclaimer: The How to Train Your Dragon franchise is property of DreamWorks Animation and Cressida Cowell.
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world 12
mamma mia!au
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"Uh, Zeph? Why is your mom crawling on the guest house's roof?"
Zephyr raised her brow and adjusting her wedding gown, she turned towards the train wreck Maeve was pointing at. If she had any shame, Zephyr would have cringed and rushed to stop her mother. But seeing as her mother had it coming, she opted to just sit back and watch. Instead of straight-up answering Zephyr's questions, she dodged them like a pro in dodgeball. It took years and them moving to Greece for Zephyr to finally find out the truth by accidentally reading her mom's diary.
(It was a nightmare; there are certain things daughters didn't need to know about their mothers.)
So yes, Astrid Hofferson had this coming for years.
Zephyr almost started cackling.
By her side, Heather squinted at the older woman who was stealthily moving across the shaky pergola. "Hey, is she-"
"-singing ABBA?" Zephyr grinned when her mom started mouthing the chorus, her hips and shoulder moving with the imaginary music. "Yep. She is."
It was quite commonly known that a stressed Astrid Hofferson would often burst into sudden musical numbers of her favorite ABBA hits. The locals had special reports out during July and August (the most stressful months) to avoid another Mr. Nikos incident.
(Poor man had just wanted to grab a potato. Instead, he got a heart attack when her mother burst into Money-Money-Money after she saw the newly raised prices on the vegetable stall.)
"You did it?" Heather asked her with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
Zephyr merely threw her a smirk. "You doubted me?"
Maeve threw a grin at Zephyr. "Oh, you're evil."
As if on cue, the blue shutters of the guest house burst open and Dad Nominee #2 came out: Eret Eretson. In all his half-naked glory. Black hair in a bun, tan skin with tribal tattoos, a towel hanging at his hips... Honestly, Zephyr didn't know how to feel. Over the top muscles wasn't really her thing.
(Her thing was a lanky 5'9 with black hair that could recite the entire Star Wars franchise by heart.)
(Give her a break, she is in love.)
But apparently it was Maeve's and Heather's.
"Oh god. His muscles have muscles, what?!" Maeve was fanning her red face, while Heather was busy picking her jaw from the ground.
"I'm praying he's not your dad, because how awkward Sunday lunches would be if I jumped him now."
Zephyr rolled her eyes fondly and focused on her mom: the look of horror and mild interest in her face almost made Zephyr cackle.
And she did, when Dad Nominees #3 and #1 (Hiccup Haddock and Dagur Oswaldson) came into view and her mother's face turned beetroot red and her jaw dropped, and then immediately started dancing and whisper-shouting the entire chorus of Mamma Mia again.
Maeve and Heather were on their knees wheezing. Zephyr looked on with a grin.
Ah. Sweet revenge.
"Wait!" Heather heaved, "Isn't the awning-"
As if on cue there was a crack and a scream. Maeve gasped and Zephyr rushed to the window, immediately feeling bad because even though she wanted revenge, she didn't want her mother to get hurt. Unfortunately, she couldn't see anything, so she picked up her dress and vaulted from the window.
(Which would later prove to be a terrible idea as her room was quite high and she ended spraining her ankle, but she was running on adrenaline and determination, sue her.)
(Gustav never let her live it down, that adorable nerd.)
"MOM!"
She burst through the guesthouse, in her wedding dress with wild hair and even wilder expression. All four occupants stared at her like she was crazy.
Well, the three Dad Nominees did. Her mother was probably praying for the ground to swallow her whole. Zephyr scowled at the sight, her fingers twitched to the broom by the door; maybe having them all in the same room wasn't such a good idea after all.
"I heard screaming." Zephyr said squinting as if she wasn't the mastermind behind this reunion.
"Aye, well Astrid always liked making an appearance!" Eret said chuckling. Her mother blushed and let Dagur help her stand. "You must be the lovely bride! I'm Eret Eretson, pleasure to meet you!"
Zephyr gave him her award-winning smile. "Pleasure is all mine. Friends of mom's?"
"You could say that." Eret replied with a grin. Behind him, Dagur snickered and her mother turned purple.
"Hmm." was all she said, choosing to study the man better. Other than his nose, she and Eret shared no other similarities. The other two, though…
Zephyr swept her blue eyes on the other two men; red hair, green eyes, chiseled jawlines, freakishly tall… Dagur was older, more muscular, and he had a weird grin that made the scar on his cheek stretch. Hiccup was more on the lean and lanky side, with slightly darker features, and more freckles than she thought it was possible. Oh, and the beard. You just couldn't bypass that beauty.
(Uncle Tuff would sooo hate him.)
But there was something else that caught her eye.
He was pale and was looking at her as if he'd seen a ghost.
Hmmm…
Zephyr narrowed her eyes and took in his features once more. The shape of his face, his high cheekbones, the swarm of freckles across his round nose, the shape of his eyes, the tips of his ears that poked from his thick mane of red hair; almost identical to hers.
Zephyr tilted her head. Hiccup Haddock was still staring at her as white as a sheet. His hand shot out and grabbed her mother's wrist, and Zephyr's eyes sparked with satisfaction.
Bingo.
"Astrid, I think we need to talk."
Mom's eyes widened in panic. "No, we don't. In fact, we shouldn't be here, we should be getting ready for-" She tried to scramble to Zephyr's side, but Hiccup dragged her back.
Seems like both of them reached the same conclusion as Zephyr. She squashed down the bubbly feeling in her belly and prepared for the blowout.
"Oh really? Are you sure we don't have things to talk about?"
Hiccup gave her mother a meaningful look and her mother bit her lip. Zephyr had to shove down the satisfied grin that threatened to appear in her face.
He didn't wait for her mother to reply; he grabbed her hand and dragged her outside. On queue, Zephyr turned to the other two men (Dagur was blinking curiously at her while Eret had a contemplating look on his face) and grinned.
"Alright, then! Dinner is at seven! Don't forget to wash! Really nice to meet you, hope you guys stick around for the drama!"
"Drama?"
"I meant the wedding! See ya!"
And with a God awful wink (she even used finger-guns, damn, what has that boy turned her into?!), Zephyr rushed out, grinning and giddily following the voices of her arguing parents.