"Gods, have I been that obvious?" Hiccup chuckled, brushing the clammy bangs from her forehead. "You've been throwing up more than a Gronckle in a forge, Ast."

Astrid glanced down at her baby boy. "I think it's fair to give Daddy some time now, don't you think?" Nuffink shook his weary head with a pout, "No."

"I'm sorry," Zeph winced, giving her brother a weak grin. "Mom would have thrashed them."

Their guest was waiting expectantly. Astrid gripped Zeph's shoulders and kissed her cheek with a whisper, "I think Daddy needs a little rescuing."

"NUFFINK HADDOCK! WHAT IN THOR'S NAME ARE YOU DOING!" Astrid placed her hands on her hips, staring at her son's ghastly handiwork. "Chiefing!"

"Are you growing a beard, Daddy?" Hiccup studied his daughter fondly. "I don't know, Zeph. Do you think I should?"

"You know, for a moment there I thought you were a Valkyrie." "We're not dead yet, you muttonhead." Snotlout never fathomed his final hour would be like this.

"What do dragons have to do with vegetables?" Zeph asked skeptically, Astrid's soulful eyes narrowing in typical Hiccup-fashion. Tuffnut grinned wickedly. "Everything."

"Hiccup," Astrid grinned, wrapping her arms over the pair encircling her waist. "Please tell me you didn't set a man on fire just to stop him from groping me."

Ino is living on borrowed time, but Sakura is willing to lend it to her. Sakura, Ino, Shikamaru – nine minutes.

When Naruto's father met his mother, his only impression was that a village out there must have been missing its idiot. Minato/Kushina.

Kakashi takes a moment to wrap his mind around equating Ino’s chest with enemy shinobi while Asuma begins beating his head against the table and groaning about how he didn’t sign up for this. Rated for language and the general horror that is puberty