Astrid trudged up the meticulously kept porch steps into her two story suburban house. She took the longest bus-route home she could, avoiding her final destination. Her heart sunk when the aroma of food wafted out the screen door into the stiff summer air. The entire way home she had begged and pleaded that her mother be out working late; unfortunately, her prayers weren’t answered.
“Where were you today, sweetie?” Astrid cringed away from the high-pitched, entirely fake words of consideration. She toed off her sneakers. She knew she was about to be coerced into a battle she couldn’t win. The woman was impossible.
To someone outside of the household it would’ve looked normal. Her 13-year old brother Aldebaran sat sprawled across the couch. His grubby little hands hogged the remote as he watched a brutal match of wrestling on the TV. Her mother, dressed in a business suit ironed to perfection, set supper down on the table. The question would sound like one of innocence to anyone but Astrid. She knew the malice behind the words of curiosity. She knew the scowl hidden behind the mask of concern on her mother’s painted-on face.
“I met Riley for coffee,” Astrid muttered under her breath, eyes plastered to the floor, “And then I took my car to see Fredrick.” Astrid thought it would be safe to avoid bringing up Hiccup for now. Astrid, now finally thinking about it, had gotten a sinking suspicion that her mother was the reason why Hiccup’s phone number disappeared from the list on the table beside the phone. A couple stray curls that had fallen into her face floated around her head as the woman exhaled a sigh.
“And what? You didn’t want to come home to help your mother cook supper?” Astrid knew the words before they were even out of her mouth. It was a different phrase everyday, but it all filtered around the same ideas; All the “why don’t you love me"s and the "you can be so ungrateful"s that she heard when nobody else was around. Astrid was used to the disappointed frown she was receiving. "I worked all day, and then I had to come home and cook supper without even a little bit of help.”
Astrid’s temper flared when she glanced at her lazy brother on the couch. She jerked her chin in the direction of the preteen, with his feet up on the coffee table. “Why didn’t you ask Al to help you? He’s been here all day.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Astrid,” her mother’s laugh wasn’t genuine. Whenever she laughed, the woman sounded like an evil witch. Astrid couldn’t stand it. “Al is too young to help. Why do you always try to push your responsibilities onto him?”
“Yeah,” Al echoed, turning himself around to shoot Astrid a sickening grin, “Why do you always push your responsibilities on me, As?”
“Shut up, Brat,” Astrid shot at him, balling her fists at her sides. “This isn’t any of your business.” Astrid didn’t feel even remotely guilty for taking out her anger on her little brother. He got enough praise from their mother. He got his B average tests on the fridge and he got to brag about how well he’s doing in wrestling at school. Aldebaran could take the medicine he dished out to his sister.
“Astrid!” Her mother cut her off with a glare before Al could respond. Astrid wanted to punch the smug smirk right off her brother’s face, but with her mother in the room, she couldn’t. Instead she settled for trying to fry his brain with her mind.
“You’ve been so moody lately. What has gotten into you?” The clicking of her mother’s tongue was infuriating, boring into her. “Is something wrong with Eret?”
Astrid clenched her jaw and found herself grinding her teeth. “I’m fine,” She forced herself to stand straight again, calming herself down with her chin in the air in defiance. “Nothing’s wrong with Eret.”
“One of your other friends, then?”
“No, mom, nothing’s wrong. Everything is peachy,” Astrid smiled at her mother, arms falling to her side.
“You can talk to me, if you need to. Don’t take out your anger on your brother. He doesn’t deserve it,” her mother scolded her in the tone of her voice, not the words she used. Astrid nodded, making a very rude hand gesture to her mother with her hands behind her back. She smiled to her face. “Now go get washed up. You too, Al.”
Astrid stalked off towards the stairs, shooting her brother another dirty glare before heading up to her bathroom. It wasn’t until she had safely locked herself inside the small white space that she allowed herself to take out her anger. Astrid opened her mouth in a silent scream, swinging her fists through the air. Once she had successfully beat the oxygen from her lungs, she allowed herself to calm down. Her chest heaved as she gulped down heavy breaths. She opened her eyes, staring at herself in the mirror. People often told Astrid she looked like her mother. They had the same blue colored irises, and the same flaxen waves of hair. Astrid had her mother’s thin body shape and her small chest.
Maybe she did look like her mother, but Astrid preferred to think she looked like her father. She had his chin, and his nose, and the fiery determination she always admired in his hazel eyes. She missed that fire, the only one who would stand up for her against her mother. Her heart throbbed. It’d been two years since he died. Without her father the home felt nothing but cold to her.
She felt like Cinderella, only with more independence. She didn’t need a fairy Godmother to sweep in and save her, or a prince to carry her away to a new castle. Astrid would find her own way to beat down the evil queen and save herself; without magic spells and glass slippers.
When Astrid pulled her head up from splashing cold water into her face, she happened to notice the rows of nail polish on her shelf were arranged differently. Dark blue was between the reds and the yellows, the exact opposite from where Astrid kept it. Astrid panicked, like she did every time she noticed something was different. It meant her mother had gone through her things. Quietly, Astrid slipped out of her bathroom and back into her bedroom. Just as she suspected- her bedspread was untucked from her mattress, her desk drawers were left slightly ajar. There was no privacy in this home. What was hers, was her mothers and her brothers.
Astrid shuffled her socks over the carpeted floor to her bird cage, where a cobalt-coloured budgie peered out at her with tiny black eyes. “Hey Stormfly,” She purred, unlocking the cage. The little bird bounce out onto her fingertips. Stormfly used her little yellow bird feet to climb up onto her arm, settling down on her master’s shoulder. Immediately, she began to preen at Astrid’s messy hair, blue wings settling against her sides. “Did you protect our little secret, girl?” Stormfly’s cage was the best place to hide important things. Her mother was both disgusted and terrified of the beautiful feathered creature, and the bird didn’t enjoy the company of her mother either. She’d gotten the bird just before summer, as a graduation gift from her Uncle Finn. The only one who actually showed up to see her throw her cap in the air.
Astrid reached her long arm into the cage, avoiding the bird poop. She pried open the bottom. Where a pet owner would normally store things for their pet, Astrid used the false bottom as a safe. Stormfly was her code. A soft sigh of relief escaped her partly parted lips when she saw her emergency fund was still there, still safe-kept against the shiny gold bottom of the cage. Stormfly let out a tweet and tilted her head, bouncing down Astrid’s arm again.
“Thank you girl,” She ran her hand over her bird, smoothing out the downy-soft feathers. Stormfly let out a satisfied whistle, her eyes trained on Astrid’s other hand as it put the fake bottom back down and reached for the seeds. The bird landed on Astrid’s free hand and started to eat the seeds, pleased with her reward for keeping her master’s secrets safe. Carefully, Astrid lowered her bird into it’s cage.
“Astrid, honey? Are you coming?” Her mom’s words echoed up the stairs, insistent.
“Just feeding Stormfly!” She called back, shutting the door and latching it again with a smile towards her magnificent bird.
“Hurry up! Supper’s getting cold!”
Astrid dashed back into the bathroom to wash her hands over again, before heading downstairs where her brother and mother were already seated.
0o0o0o0
The dinner her mother had slaved away all day for sat on the still table, getting cold. Apparently dinner had to be cut short; her mother got a phone call from someone and immediately disappeared into her office. Astrid was forced to sit and watch her little brother shovel a large amount of food into his face before disappearing back into the living room, leaving her alone to clean up. Astrid’s hands were burning under the hot water as she scrubbed each dish to perfection, placing them delicately in the dish rack. The Wicked Witch’s office was just off the kitchen, and on occasion a loud peal of obnoxious laughter would reverberate around Astrid’s brain. The voice started to rise above the soothing sound of running water, and Astrid didn’t like what it had to say.
“Oh, I know. I would’ve called you earlier, Maybelle. Unfortunately, I was forced to cook dinner and completely forgot.” Astrid rolled her eyes. There was a pause, and then a distressed sigh.
“Yes, she was,” Astrid continued circling the black plate in her death grip with the sponge, grease and food leftovers getting caught in the green fuzz. Abusing the cleaning utensils was the only way Astrid was keeping herself sane.
“I don’t know what’s happening to her. She’s always been an angry kid, but since Daniel died…” her mother trailed off with a sigh that was anything but concerned to Astrid’s ears, “Her anger has gotten worse.”
“I wonder why,” Astrid hissed under her breath with a roll of her eyes. In an attempt to block out the words, she turned up the tap. Her mother’s voice only raised with the volume.
“I wish Astrid and I could have a relationship like you and your daughter,” Astrid’s blood boiled in rage, “I try, but she just pushes me away.” That was the last straw. Astrid couldn’t take any more. She dropped the plate she was washing into the sink with a clank. Astrid rinsed off her hands before shutting off the tap. She tried. Astrid spent the first fifteen years of her life struggling to hold on to any possibly healthy relationship with her mother. She still craved that maternal love that every kid wanted, especially when she started to see kids with their mothers. They had mothers who praised them, who came to see them at important sports events, and who cared for them. Astrid’s enitre childhood was spent trying to gain that love and appraisal, but it was her mother who pushed her away. How dare that woman have the guts to say Astrid is the one not allowing the relationship to happen.
“I’m going out,” Astrid grabbed a sweater off the back of the kitchen chair, sticking her head briefly into her mother’s office. The middle-aged woman turned to spun in her office chair to meet her daughter’s eyes.
“What do you mean, you’re going out?”
“I meant, I’m leaving the house.” Astrid spoke slowly, like her mother couldn’t understand her. She earned a glare and matched it with equal ferocity.
“Did you finish the dishes?” Her mother still had that calm tone, despite the furious look in her eyes. Had to keep up appearances, one of the “co-worker bitches” she didn’t like was on the phone.
Astrid turned, stuffing her hands stiffly into the sleeves of her light track jacket. “I’ll finish them when I get back.”
“You certainly will not.”
Astrid shot a vicious smile at her mother over her shoulder, storming outside. “Watch me.” She could hear her mother calling at her as she let the screen door slam shut behind her, but Astrid didn’t care. Anger pulsed inside her, burning like a fire through her veins. Her feet started to beat steadily off the pavement as Astrid took off running down the paved streets of her suburban neighborhood. She pushed off her toes, landing on them as she pushed herself. Faster. She needed to put as much distance between her house and herself.
Astrid honestly couldn’t wait until she could leave for university. She wasn’t going very far at all, only to Berk’s resident university, but she it would be an excuse to get away from the household she was trapped in for now. She could leave now, she had the money saved up, but Astrid needed an excuse. She didn’t want to give her mom and excuse to pin everyone in their family against her. (She could hear the lies now. “Oh, Astrid left her mother and brother here, when the university is so close. She hates us. She just couldn’t stand to be at home.”) Maybe once she was no longer a burden in her mom’s life she could fix the broken relationship she had. If it was even possible. Astrid had a sinking feeling that she could never be close to her mother like Al was, and she swallowed down the jealousy she felt at that. She just wanted a parent who cared. Someone to be there to support her at her track meets, maybe someone to cheer for her at banquets. She didn’t have that.
All she had were the same disappointing scowls. Doing favors and getting nothing in return. Hearing her mother talk about her to her friends, to her family. Looking for someone to support her in the stands and seeing nothing. Astrid was lonely. That’s part of the reason she liked Hiccup. He didn’t have a mother either. She didn’t have to suffer through the jealousy she shamefully felt when she saw other people sharing moments with caring mothers. His disappeared a few months after he was born, and she often found out that he felt the same way she did. He craved the motherly affection he would never have. She saw a lot of herself in the scrawny boy. That’s why they got along so well.
Even though she didn’t want to admit it, Astrid hadn’t really missed Hiccup. Over the years she would have moments where she craved her best friend, but she thought she had grown up. Moved on. Clearly, his phone number had disappeared for a reason. Besides, Astrid was making new friends. People who were there in her immediate life, like Ruffnut. She never knew how much she ached for the comfortable companionship she had found in her childhood best friend.
She was hoping she could find that again.
Astrid ran faster, past all the familiar houses. Each one looked like the next, down to the surnames painted white on the green mailboxes. Even jogging around the neighborhood wasn’t good enough. Each house reminded her of what she had at home. Pushing herself, she found her way past taller and taller buildings, weaving between people as they walked through the city. Eventually the street lights lit up into occasion lit windows in office buildings and the fluorescent lights of strip clubs and bars downtown. Shady guys were around every corner, sirens wailed in the distance. The breaths Astrid took were laboured, burning her chest and her throat. Her mouth was dry. She kept going, despite the pain, until she came to a stoplight. Pausing, Astrid looked around. Her shoulder pressed into the cold metal of the pole as she waited impatiently for her light to turn green. Astrid was aware she couldn’t run forever, but she wasn’t ready to go home. She couldn’t wander all night. Astrid tugged out her phone and glanced down, opening them. It was Sunday night, Ruff was probably eating dinner at her parents with her brother. Fishlegs couldn’t fit in fixing her car; that generally meant he was busy too. A car honked, startling her enough to glance up.
Astrid surprised herself when she glanced back down and saw her thumb hovering over a particular name. Hiccup. Who would’ve thought that him beating her in a race would subconsciously draw him back in as her emotional support again? Taking a deep breath, Astrid hit the new text button, fingers typing away.
0o0o0o0o
Hiccup laid awkwardly across his bed, pinned in the uncomfortable position by a peacefully snoring cat on his back. One of his arms was pinned underneath him, his face extremely close to the board at the end of his bed. The part of him comfortable were his feet, resting across a pillow. They’d torn the cover half-off it in his fits of squirming, but Hiccup wasn’t paying enough attention or cared enough to sit up and fix it. His spoiled cat wouldn’t let him.
With the hand that was free, Hiccup was surfing the internet, researching the latest prices on the least stocked parts in the garage for Gobber. His hand rested against the touch pad, fingers drawing the mouse in circles over the screen. This was the way every summer evening went, and he was enjoying it. Within a few months he’d be heading to university for Engineering. Mechanical Engineering. He was going to help design cars for big named companies. Renovate the way society used their transportation. After he suffered through years of Hell.
Hiccup found his mind starting to wander, back to the beautiful blonde that was haunting his thoughts. When she was younger, he remembered Astrid wanted to be a doctor. She’d also proclaimed herself a future police officer, veterinarian, lawyer, among other things. Hiccup had always known he wanted to build; Astrid couldn’t settle on one thing. Would she go to a school in Europe to be closer to her British boyfriend? Probably. Hiccup groaned, his head falling down to slam off of his laptop and disrupting Toothless. The cat stood and stretched on his back, finally sliding off his back. Finally free, he pushed himself to a sitting position and rolled out his shoulders. The laptop found it’s way back into his lap.
“What’re you looking at?” Hiccup grumbled when he noticed the cat was staring at him expectantly. Toothless lifted a petite paw and started to lap at it, running it over his ear. The stupid cat was always brooding, looking at Hiccup like he was worth no more than food and ear scratches. If he knew just how miserable his owner was feeling, he didn’t show it, instead proceeding to curl up against his thigh and rest his tail over his nose. Hiccup sighed, reaching his hand down to stroke his long fingers through the feline’s soft fur. It wasn’t fair. How was he supposed to compete with someone he didn’t even know?
A strange, slightly creepy idea fluttered into Hiccup’s mind and he turned his attention back at the screen. Before he could regret it, Hiccup was opening a new tab, fingers furiously beating off the keyboard in a series of clicks as he searched Astrid’s name over Facebook. It wasn’t that creepy, right? He was just curious, that was all. Toothless didn’t agree. The cat had lifted his head, turning his judgmental stare onto Hiccup again. He shot his cat a glare.
“It isn’t creepy,” he justified to the animal, glaring at him from over the top of the laptop. Unblinking green eyes stared back at him and the cats nose twitched in amusement. “Okay, you shut up.” He pointed his index finger at his pet while the page loaded. Hiccup tugged his lower lip between his teeth, as he hunched over towards the screen. He squinted.
There, right there, under “friends” was some beefy guy with a black ponytail with the name Eret, Son of Eret. Just looking at the guy was another blow to Hiccup’s self esteem. He was gorgeous. He had muscles bulging in places Hiccup didn’t even know muscles could bulge. There were pictures of him holding soccer trophies, with his arms around girls, of him and Astrid, euck, kissing. One of him with an elderly lady. This guy was athleticism in it’s purest state. Hiccup was all pointy angles and obnoxious elbows. Him and this Eret guy were practically different species.
A sigh escaped his lips and Toothless glanced up at him again, the glint in his eyes practically screaming “I told you so.” Hiccup rolled his eyes and hesitated his hand over the little ‘x’. Would it be horribly unforgivable if he just took a brief look through Astrid’s pictures? She would probably think so. She didn’t have to know, though. The devil on his shoulder won out and Hiccup quickly hit her photos before he could regret it. Scrolling through them, he confirmed what he already knew. Astrid was gorgeous. Astrid had always been gorgeous. It was unfair to the rest of the human race. Her pictures consisted mostly of her doing things with friends, with her family, with- wait a minute. Was that a picture of them when they were kids? Hiccup leaned in closer and blinked at the picture. Yeah, it was. He remembered that day, Astrid’s fourteenth birthday. She had forced him to the beach with her. The corner of his lip tugged upward as peaceful nostalgia settled over him.
Hiccup was so lost in his own brain that he wasn’t prepared when his phone dinged with a new text message. He startled and quickly slammed his laptop shut, disturbing Toothless at his spot half-across his calf. The cat, with an annoyed burst of air through his nose, jumped down off his bed and wiggled his way out of the room. Hiccup rolled his eyes. “Princess.” He grumbled, reaching for his phone on his bedside table. He was puzzled at the notification. He never got texts this late at night, not unless Snotlout wanted to brag to someone about getting laid. Hiccup open his phone and lifted an eyebrow when he read it.
[Astrid Hofferson: 9:43pm] Hey, can we hang out?
Astrid trudged up the meticulously kept porch steps into her two story suburban house. She took the longest bus-route home she could, avoiding her final destination. Her heart sunk when the aroma of food wafted out the screen door into the stiff summer air. The entire way home she had begged and pleaded that her mother be out working late; unfortunately, her prayers weren’t answered.
“Where were you today, sweetie?” Astrid cringed away from the high-pitched, entirely fake words of consideration. She toed off her sneakers. She knew she was about to be coerced into a battle she couldn’t win. The woman was impossible.
To someone outside of the household it would’ve looked normal. Her 13-year old brother Aldebaran sat sprawled across the couch. His grubby little hands hogged the remote as he watched a brutal match of wrestling on the TV. Her mother, dressed in a business suit ironed to perfection, set supper down on the table. The question would sound like one of innocence to anyone but Astrid. She knew the malice behind the words of curiosity. She knew the scowl hidden behind the mask of concern on her mother’s painted-on face.
“I met Riley for coffee,” Astrid muttered under her breath, eyes plastered to the floor, “And then I took my car to see Fredrick.” Astrid thought it would be safe to avoid bringing up Hiccup for now. Astrid, now finally thinking about it, had gotten a sinking suspicion that her mother was the reason why Hiccup’s phone number disappeared from the list on the table beside the phone. A couple stray curls that had fallen into her face floated around her head as the woman exhaled a sigh.
“And what? You didn’t want to come home to help your mother cook supper?” Astrid knew the words before they were even out of her mouth. It was a different phrase everyday, but it all filtered around the same ideas; All the “why don’t you love me"s and the "you can be so ungrateful"s that she heard when nobody else was around. Astrid was used to the disappointed frown she was receiving. "I worked all day, and then I had to come home and cook supper without even a little bit of help.”
Astrid’s temper flared when she glanced at her lazy brother on the couch. She jerked her chin in the direction of the preteen, with his feet up on the coffee table. “Why didn’t you ask Al to help you? He’s been here all day.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Astrid,” her mother’s laugh wasn’t genuine. Whenever she laughed, the woman sounded like an evil witch. Astrid couldn’t stand it. “Al is too young to help. Why do you always try to push your responsibilities onto him?”
“Yeah,” Al echoed, turning himself around to shoot Astrid a sickening grin, “Why do you always push your responsibilities on me, As?”
“Shut up, Brat,” Astrid shot at him, balling her fists at her sides. “This isn’t any of your business.” Astrid didn’t feel even remotely guilty for taking out her anger on her little brother. He got enough praise from their mother. He got his B average tests on the fridge and he got to brag about how well he’s doing in wrestling at school. Aldebaran could take the medicine he dished out to his sister.
“Astrid!” Her mother cut her off with a glare before Al could respond. Astrid wanted to punch the smug smirk right off her brother’s face, but with her mother in the room, she couldn’t. Instead she settled for trying to fry his brain with her mind.
“You’ve been so moody lately. What has gotten into you?” The clicking of her mother’s tongue was infuriating, boring into her. “Is something wrong with Eret?”
Astrid clenched her jaw and found herself grinding her teeth. “I’m fine,” She forced herself to stand straight again, calming herself down with her chin in the air in defiance. “Nothing’s wrong with Eret.”
“One of your other friends, then?”
“No, mom, nothing’s wrong. Everything is peachy,” Astrid smiled at her mother, arms falling to her side.
“You can talk to me, if you need to. Don’t take out your anger on your brother. He doesn’t deserve it,” her mother scolded her in the tone of her voice, not the words she used. Astrid nodded, making a very rude hand gesture to her mother with her hands behind her back. She smiled to her face. “Now go get washed up. You too, Al.”
Astrid stalked off towards the stairs, shooting her brother another dirty glare before heading up to her bathroom. It wasn’t until she had safely locked herself inside the small white space that she allowed herself to take out her anger. Astrid opened her mouth in a silent scream, swinging her fists through the air. Once she had successfully beat the oxygen from her lungs, she allowed herself to calm down. Her chest heaved as she gulped down heavy breaths. She opened her eyes, staring at herself in the mirror. People often told Astrid she looked like her mother. They had the same blue colored irises, and the same flaxen waves of hair. Astrid had her mother’s thin body shape and her small chest.
Maybe she did look like her mother, but Astrid preferred to think she looked like her father. She had his chin, and his nose, and the fiery determination she always admired in his hazel eyes. She missed that fire, the only one who would stand up for her against her mother. Her heart throbbed. It’d been two years since he died. Without her father the home felt nothing but cold to her.
She felt like Cinderella, only with more independence. She didn’t need a fairy Godmother to sweep in and save her, or a prince to carry her away to a new castle. Astrid would find her own way to beat down the evil queen and save herself; without magic spells and glass slippers.
When Astrid pulled her head up from splashing cold water into her face, she happened to notice the rows of nail polish on her shelf were arranged differently. Dark blue was between the reds and the yellows, the exact opposite from where Astrid kept it. Astrid panicked, like she did every time she noticed something was different. It meant her mother had gone through her things. Quietly, Astrid slipped out of her bathroom and back into her bedroom. Just as she suspected- her bedspread was untucked from her mattress, her desk drawers were left slightly ajar. There was no privacy in this home. What was hers, was her mothers and her brothers.
Astrid padded over the carpeted floor to her bird cage, where a cobalt-coloured budgie peered out at her with tiny black eyes. “Hey Stormfly,” She purred to her bird, unlocking the cage and letting the little bird bounce out onto her fingertips. Stormfly used her little yellow bird feet to climb up onto her arm, settling down on her master’s shoulder. Immediately, she began to preen at Astrid’s flaxen hair, blue wings settling against her sides. “Did you protect our little secret, girl?” Stormfly’s cage was the best place to hide important things. Her mother was both disgusted and terrified of the beautiful feathered creature, and the bird didn’t enjoy the company of her mother either. She’d gotten the bird just before summer, as a graduation gift from her Uncle Finn. The only one who actually showed up to see her throw her cap in the air.
Astrid sat patiently on the bed, her fingers running along the little indents into her newly acquired collar. Ruff was so proud of her, albeit it was the most awkward shopping trip she’s ever been on. Adult stores were uncomfortable- even being an adult. At the age of sixteen they were terrifying. She was twenty-three and they were still terrifying. There were so many things that her eyes didn’t need to see. Ruff seemed perfectly comfortable, like she’d been walking through a normal retail store. Astrid shivered. She didn’t want to know what went on inside that girl’s head.
As she stepped into the incredibly dark and shady nightclub, Astrid vowed to never let Ruffnut pick their Friday night hot-spot again- the other girl always brought her to some place where she was constantly glancing over her shoulder. What exactly her friend saw in these hangouts for rapists and thugs, she wasn’t about to ask. She stopped trying to figure out what was going on in Ruffnut’s mind a long time ago. Her blue eyes scanned the room for what she came for. She didn’t want to be in the house tonight when Ruff dragged in some strange-smelling drunk with one eye.
Authors Note: So this here, this is my very first attempt at a multi-chapter fan fiction. That is, if it’s worth continuing. If I’m honest I’m not sure, so I’m putting this out here to play around with. Hey, if people like it, cool. If not, well, I don’t have to continue it and I can move on to better things. *shrugs.* And I really hope i manage to keep them cannon. This is an experiment. Gah, well, here we go!
As his heavily padded feet made their way across the snow towards the forge, Eret, son of Eret, couldn’t help but feel bitter towards the young man who took up residence there most of the time. Not because the chief of the viking village known as Berk was particularly hard to get along with– infact Hiccup was quite the opposite. Even if he made jokes that Eret never seemed to understand. The reason the newcomer disliked the russet hair and lopsided grin was because Hiccup had that last missing piece to Eret’s story– the Viking goddess with soft blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes. Astrid. Odin help him, even her name was beautiful.
As his heavily padded feet made their way over the snow towards the forge, Eret couldn’t help but feel a little bitter towards the young man who took up residence there most of the time. Not because the chief of Berk was particularly hard to get along with, in fact it was quite the opposite, but because the lad had that missing piece to Eret’s story– the feisty Viking Beauty. The girl with the soft blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes that Eret was almost convinced would be his at the end of the battle. He couldn't have been more wrong.
Thunk. The noise was frustratingly loud, loud enough to pull Astrid out of her blissful dreamland. For a moment she lay there stiffly, hoping whoever threw the rock would take a hint and leave. Maybe she could even fall back into that wonderful dream. It was her and Hiccup, laying together, his form fit so perfectly against hers. His rough fingers gently tracing over her body, leaving her with a tingling feeling that was still with her in the waking world. The best, and worst, part of the dream was that it felt so real, like he was laying right beside her.
The scrawny body of 18-yr old Hiccup Haddock shuddered as frustratingly flirty fingers danced through his hair. He jerked away from his lab partner, her slender fingers falling from his hair and his body practically flying away from the lab paper he was bent over. He could feel Astrid’s bright blue eyes burning into his brain, and he glanced at the pouty redhead beside him.
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