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gameofthrawns · 8 years ago

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Flirting Youths

A/N: My (late) submission for tarched’s HTTYDArtAugust event, Prompt 6: “Alone, us two, kissing in the gentle breeze”.

After the doom and gloom of my story for the previous prompt, I had decided to go with the opposite route: Something short. Something that didn’t try to be hipster or unpredictable like my...five previous stories. Just pure fluff, so full of meaningless fluffy feels that if you put in water, it’d probably float...up into space.

Well, I hope I at least got the meandering Hiccstrid “fluffy feels” part down, but this got longer than I wanted. I find myself usually writing from a guy’s POV, probably because I’m a dude, but uhhh I gave the other side a shot this time.

Astrid Hofferson was having a rather...unusual day.

It had started out as a normal enough day on Berk. Wake up, get up, some training with Stormfly as the sun rose, a quiet breakfast with the family, some chores, and so on, and so on.

Yet the moment she met with Hiccup in the afternoon to accompany him on “his quest to map the world”, as he liked to call his and Toothless’s daily fix of reckless stunt flying, she found herself unable to quite think of anything else besides him.

It wasn’t his charming grin, or his mesmerizing green eyes, or the oh-so-cool way his hair rippled in the wind as they sped through the air, or how his “flight suit” was tight enough to really highlight his lean, muscular build, especially his legs and ass.

Now certainly, Astrid still noted these things during the flight, but today she was more engrossed by something a little less tangible, the simple fact that he was going to be her husband. It was distracting enough that now, sitting behind him by a lazily-flowing stream and pulling at the grass to prevent herself from reaching out tying another braid into Hiccup’s hair, she couldn’t focus at all on what he was saying. He was scribbling something into his little drawing book with a charcoal, staring at the horizon. He was saying words, talking about something interesting, certainly, things that usually got her attention—she heard “fire” and “war” and “dragons” mentioned frequently—but today...today she just didn’t feel like talking.

She was excited about marriage. Ecstatic, really. But then she thought of what she was like when she was fourteen, what that younger Astrid would think if some norn had seen her future and told her that she was destined to marry Hiccup “the Useless”, Chief Stoick’s embarrassment of a son...out of love, no less. It was fortunate that none had tried back then, as it actually might have ended with a very dead norn.

How suddenly, how decisively, things could change, if not in an instant than at a rapid, tumultuous pace. Much like...a dragon raid from the days of old—Funny how the last one was actually only five years ago, yet it seemed so far back in the past. Yes, she liked that analogy. She just hoped she’d remember it.

Astrid knew she could have just said “Hiccup” or punched him in the shoulder to get his attention. But for some reason it felt like cheating. That was her style. Hiccup was usually a bit more...subtle? No, fancy. What was it he called it, “Hiccup flair”? “Haddock charm”? So, seeing as how she was going to be a Haddock soon...

Over the past five years since the dragon raids stopped, since Hiccup and Hiccup alone—his attempts to share the credit with others be damned—turned dragons from Berk’s worst enemy to its greatest friends, Astrid had been waging a war within herself, arguing over just what she and Berk ever deserved to have a person like Hiccup rescue it, someone with such a seemingly endless amount of love that he was able to share it with both creatures that were trying to kill him and a village that actively shunned and mocked him...yet still had more than enough in the end for her and her alone, so much that it sometimes she really did believe that her face was brighter than the sun, that no woman in the world had eyes or lips or breasts as stunning as hers, Freyja herself was actually jealous of her beauty, that the only thing more wonderfully golden than her hair was her heart. One time, just before a dragon race, she even believed him when he said that she was, by far, a better dragon rider than her. She got embarrassingly upset when Hiccup and Toothless won by fifteen points.

She began to undo her braid. Yes, letting her hair down was certain to get his attention, especially with this wind; she imagined her hair flowing wild and free, like strands of sunlight.

At some point, Hiccup must’ve realized that Astrid was up to something, as he suddenly put down the charcoal and turned his head back.

Astrid shot him a knowing smile. She placed a hand on her hip and smoothed her hair out with the other. Just for good measure, she briefly raised her eyebrows.

Much to her dismay, his blank stare simply became one of confusion. She felt her smile dissolve into a frown.

Hiccup seemed to take notice, and he started to shift uncomfortably, his eyes darting around in search of what was upsetting Astrid as if it wasn’t himself. “Umm...”

“Really?” Astrid threw her hands forward and shook her head in exasperation. “Don’t you, like...” She instinctively reached for her hair but quickly forced her hand away. No, Hiccup was clever enough to figure this out on his own.

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again, raising a decisive finger this time...but for a long three seconds, nothing came out.

“Your—”

“My hair!” Astrid sighed, pulling on a lock for emphasis. “It’s down!”

“I-I was just about to say that.”

Because the gods wished to annoy her further, a gust of wind blew the hair out of her grasp, scattered strands falling back down all over her face.

That made Hiccup chuckle, which made her even more annoyed.

“For you,” she muttered.

“Sorry, sorry.” Hiccup scrambled to his feet, slipping his left hand into her right and using his other to brush those rogue strands of hair off to the side. “Don’t pout. Though it’s kind of ador—”

“I’m not pouting,” she lied, un-puckering her lips. Astrid was suddenly reminded of how tall Hiccup was as she craned her neck up to meet his gaze, though the effect was somewhat ruined when she noticed single hair, noticeably longer than the others, lazily jutting out of his chin. It was starting to get hard not to smile. Or pluck out that hair.

“And now I have to re-braid it all again,” she said, staring at the bits of her own blonde hair fluttering in the wind. “In this wind...”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Hiccup assured her as he rested his head on the fur padding her shoulder guards, nuzzling her neck. “You should wash your furs.”

“You should wash your hair,” she countered.

“Fair. It’s just...changing topics from ‘My mom was eaten by dragons’ to...this...”

“Ah.” Astrid suddenly felt guilty; is that what Hiccup had been going on about? His lost mother? And here she was, trying to seduce him like...some cheap harlot. She didn’t even get the seducing part right, either.

“And, and I guess it’s just that hair being down is so...” He shrugged. “I don’t know. Normal? I mean, considering that I’ve already seen, uh, the rest.”

Astrid smirked. “What, I have to take my shirt off to get your attention?”

Hiccup somehow slipped his head down from her shoulders until nose was somehow tucked between her breasts, his grin so large that she could see it through his unruly mop of reddish-brown hair. “Couldn’t hurt,” he mumbled.

Astrid lifted his head by his chin, suddenly feeling the need to tell him...something.

“Hiccup,” she said, resisting the urge to kiss him.

“Yes, milady?” She said nothing, and he slightly shook his head in confusion. What is it?”

Astrid smiled. Silly Hiccup. “Nothing, nothing,” she said. “It’s just...I’m really lucky to have you, you know? Really lucky.”

Hiccup raised an eyebrow. “Why, of course you are,” he said wryly. “And very skilled. Only a shieldmaiden like you could possibly handle such...uh...raw—”

“No, really,” Astrid said, forcing herself to look serious. “That right there. You’re always reminding me of how beautiful and amazing I am, but do you realize how great you are?”

“I-I mean, I-II’ve gotten a lot better over the years,” he said quickly, “but from the start, like, you...you’re Astrid Hofferson. You were always just—”

“Do you know how lucky I am?” She tried to somehow increase the intensity of her stare, hoping that was enough for her boyfriend to understand. “Really, really lucky.”

Hiccup nodded dumbly. “Okay, Astrid.”

Not good enough. “Like, you’re the son of the Chief! And, uh...” Astrid went on, finding herself at an unusual loss for words, and that fact only made her more flustered. “You ride a Night Fury?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And you’re nice. You’re so kind to me. The gifts: the axe, these furs...” She raised her furs to her nose. Not that bad, but still worth washing.

Hiccup just smiled. “You’re Astrid. You’re like my...shining sun, and...uh...”

Astrid pinched her nose and said, “‘And you’re worth it, milady.’”

Hiccup frowned. “I-I don’t sound like that,” he muttered.

She rolled her eyes. “Like remember how...mean I used to be towards you?”

“This again?” Now it was his turn to rolls his eyes. “The whole village sort of was. Even my dad.” His smile faltered. “And I mean, I kind of deserved it...”

“You didn’t,” Astrid said fiercely, shaking her head.

That made Hiccup smile again. “You sure?”

“Well...” she intoned playfully. “Maybe,” she said, raising herself on to her toes and planting a kiss on his right cheek. “Because....” A kiss to the other cheek. “You were...” A kiss to the nose.

“Hiccup?”

“Smartass,” she whispered. he grabbed the back of his head and gently pushed his lips into her own.

It was a slow kiss, starting out soft, gradually building, but definitely not in a hurry. Astrid closed her eyes and didn’t move—not when she felt the wind blow a random leaf into her hair, not when she heard Stormfly not-quite-stealthily approach—and neither did Hiccup. Perhaps both of them were hoping that if they stood still enough time would simply fre–

The sound of moving wings was her only warning before an unnatural burst of wind sent her and Hiccup stumbling into the water.

Toothless chortled in deep amusement as the riders trudged out of the stream, soaked in water angrily shouting. Stormfly craned her head back to him haughtily—I can flap my wings better than you, she squawked, apparently unaware that this was exactly what Toothless was hoping for. He tried to come up with some reply, but the glare Hiccup shot directly at him—so adorable, so human—made him laugh even harder.

They deserved it. It seemed like every twelve or so suns, either Hiccup or that Astrid girl would have some sudden, deep revelation that demanded the other’s immediate attention, though usually only when they were alone with him and Stormfly. They would chitter on about it for far too long, and suck each other’s faces for far too long, and there’d been a few times recently in which they even rutted. Though Toothless had to admit, he was actually looking forward to seeing what their hatchlings would look like.

Toothless finally sobered at that last thought, as he silently wondered if he’d ever have hatchlings of his own.

#httydartaugust #httyd #tarched #hiccstrid #lighter than helium

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margarethelstone · 8 years ago

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Alone, us two, kissing in a gentle breeze (part 1)

Okay guys, so here I am, way too late, with my idea for another of @tarched prompts for httydartaugust (which I still consider an amazing idea, and am really grateful for bringing it in).

You may like to know that this is officially the dumbest thing I’ve ever written. But @wilderwestqueen says it’s funny, so hopefully, you will have some fun reading it after all.

Part 2 should be posted in a few days (if I survive watching the new season, that is).

Enjoy!

Good Odin, he was tired.

After the whole day of flying around the island, giving out the tasks, and fulfilling this part of the duties for which he was personally responsible, Hiccup wished nothing more than to come back to his own hut and throw himself right onto his bed.

Still, as soon as he got there, he decided that there was way too much to be done before he could properly relax, once again putting off his rest, and turning to his messy desk instead.

He didn’t even gather that, after so many hours of work, he should have at least a little meal. Honestly speaking, he was too exhausted to even think of food; if he’d tried to swallow anything at the moment, it would’ve most probably ended in a wave of nausea… or something much worse that that.

At the same time, he was ready to hand over his own prosthetics for a single gulp of water.

He certainly didn’t expect Snotlout to be the one to save him.

“Evening, cuz!” the latter called out joyfully, unexpectedly showing up in the threshold, and waiting for no further invitation, he approached his leader’s seat. Hiccup raised his eyebrows in an ironic manner, however, he didn’t show a trace of surprise beside that one grimace. He surely couldn’t have expected the dark-haired Viking, marching briskly in his direction, to lower himself to something as unnecessary as knocking. If anything were to astound him, it would have been Snotlout showing the slightest bit of gallantry.

The Jorgenson family’s representative stood right next to him, and patting him on the back with all of his might, he extended his greeting with new nonsensical phrases.

“I’ve heard you had quite some work to do, Astrid says even Toothless can’t drag you out of here. How long have you been sitting here?”

“Three to four hours, I suppose.”

“And you’ve been up since…?”

“Since the bloody dawn,” Hiccup muttered in answer, rubbing his tired eyes. “And what exactly are you doing here? Something happened?”

“And why would you think so?” Snotlout looked like the most innocent of creatures; if Hiccup hadn’t known him so well, he might have been tricked by the sham, but then again, he did know Snotlout well.

He raised his brows even higher, and smiled mockingly.

“Am I supposed to believe that you’ve come here with no reason, on your own accord, just to check how I’m doing?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Snotlout, please.”

“Hey, we’re family, right? Family members care for each other.”

“And since when is that a thing? I’m sorry, but I really can’t remember you paying any mind to that when you were trying to drown me in a firth, or when you kept locking me in a box with Gobber’s smithing tools. Or -”

“We were eight at the time! All kids do that!”

Hiccup sincerely regretted the fact that his brows had already reached the level that could not be exceeded any more; so he lowered his head, and shook it with disbelief, chuckling under his breath at his cousin’s poor arguments. He looked up at him after a while, and, with the same pitying smile, asked, “Alright, just tell me what it is.”

The short Viking sighed, and lifted a bottle he’d been holding. Hiccup hadn’t noticed it earlier, and now he frowned, wondering what on the deuce was its connection to Snotlout’s visit.

“Okay, if you must know, I didn’t fly all the way here for nothing. It’s just, when Astrid said you were sitting here all alone, and that you probably forgot about all the basic physiological needs again, I thought I’d pop in, and make sure you at least won’t die because of thirst.”

“Wait, what?” The dark-haired boy almost choked on his own saliva. “Are you trying to tell me you’ve been worried about me?!”

“Well, sorry I’m not going to let the future Chief of Berk die of overwork,” his interlocutor answered, in a high offended tone. “I think a thank-you would be a more proper word here.”

“Snotlout, what do you want from me?”

“What do I want?! I came here, driven by nothing but concern, and you accuse me of some base self-interest! You know what, Hiccup, I really didn’t expect that from you. I am hurt, deeply hurt.”

“Good gods, you’re beginning to sound like Tuffnut.” The young leader only rolled his eyes.

“Sure, laugh it up. It’s okay, nobody ever cares for what I feel anyway.”

“Alright, alright. Just give me the wretched bottle.”

The sore expression on Snotlout’s face disappeared in an instant, replaced with a broad, exceptionally enthusiastic smile. He didn’t need to be asked twice – with a sudden move, he pushed the vessel right before his friend’s eyes, almost hitting him on the nose as he did. Hiccup took the bottle in his own hands, uncorked it – and pouted at the smell coming from inside.

“On Odin’s beard, what’s in there?”

“Loads of brotherly love.”

“Okay, I’m sorry, Snotlout, but I won’t be drinking that.”

“Oh, come on. It’s the best cure for thirst, especially when you haven’t drunk anything for a long time. Good, old family recipe, you see.”

“And how’s that supposed to convince me?” Hiccup glanced at the other boy, unamused. “You couldn’t just bring me water, could you?”

“I told you, this is way better.”

“But it smells awful. It’s almost as bad as yaknog.”

“You better not tell Astrid that. Now act like a man and drink it instead of whining. You won’t get anything else.”

The taller Rider looked at the bottle he was holding; it was his turn to sigh now. Snotlout was right, there was not a drop of any kind of liquid in the entire dwelling, and he was well aware that he might not manage to get to the nearest well. He sighed again, and took a deep gulp.

If he had survived yaknog, he would surely survive this as well.

To his astonishment, neither the taste nor consistency of the drink appeared to be even half as bad as he had assumed after acknowledging its horrible stench – and he had to admit, that he could hardly imagine a better medicine for the thirst that’d been burning his insides just a few seconds earlier.

He felt overwhelmed by an incredibly pleasant laziness, and wondered why he had been opposing Snotlout in the first place; he was sure he shouldn’t have been.

If only he had seen the satisfied grin on his companion’s face.

“Who on Earth is it hanging about at this time?”

Heather narrowed her eyes, trying to distinguish a shape looming on the beach, few hundreds feet beneath her. She was almost certain, that what she saw was in fact a silhouette of a living human being, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t tell who exactly she was observing.

There was only one way to find out.

She nodded at Windshear, and together, they glided down, trying to make as little noise as possible. However, before the dragon’s paws touched the ground, the person had faltered, limply falling on the soft surface.

The warrior’s vigilance raised immediately – and so did her anxiety.

With such a little distance between them, she was able to notice that the lonely wanderer’s frame wasn’t the most impressive, thus, there was hardly a chance that she had stumbled across one of the Dragon Hunters.

That was the good news.

On the other hand, however, if it wasn’t a Hunter, she had most probably just witnessed one of her own friends going into a swoon. And again, due to the person’s posture it couldn’t have been Fishlegs, nor Snotlout. Left were the Twins, Astrid, and…

“Hiccup?!” she cried, when she eventually approached the unconscious boy.

She had almost dropped her axe; she threw it away now, fully aware of her actions, and without much thinking, she sunk onto her knees right next to her fellow Dragon Rider. It wasn’t difficult for her to roll him over on his back, but as she had done that, she had to face another surprise.

Hiccup was breathing quite peacefully, with a gentle grin tugging on his lips. He wasn’t unconscious – he was asleep.

Right in the middle of a beach, alone, abandoned even by his faithful Night Fury to watch over him.

“What on...” she whispered, completely taken aback; she shook her friend, hoping it would be enough to rouse him from this most bizarre nap.

Indeed, it wasn’t long before the Viking answered her nudging, murmuring with discontent; then, he lifted himself on an elbow, opened his eyes, and blinking, he began to stare at the girl’s face, obviously unable to recognise her properly.

“As – Astrid? Is that – you?” he mumbled, fighting his eyelids from falling down, wondering why they suddenly seemed so heavy.

“Nice try, Hiccup, but not even close,” Heather answered him with a cynical smile. “Sorry, brother, it’s just me.”

“Just you…?” The boy finally managed to focus his gaze on her. “Oh, hey, Heather. What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” she snorted. “I don’t know what’s been happening here, but you surely should get back to bed. Now get up, I’ll help you.”

“I seriously doubt I could do that,” the young leader muttered, and having not even tried to rise, he leaned towards her, and rested his forehead on her shoulder, snuggling his face into her raven plait.

He inhaled deeply.

“Hiccup, what in the name of Freya are you doing?”

“Your hair smells great.”

“Well, that’s very nice, but I really don’t think you should be saying that.”

“Why not?”

“Do you think Astrid would like that?”

Hiccup murmured something, that sounded dangerously similar to ‘Astrid will never know’ and jerked his head up right after. He pulled away slightly, so he could look Heather in the eyes. Their faces were now only inches apart.

Close.

Certainly too close for her liking.

She wanted to say something harsh about that, but unfortunately for her, Hiccup spoke up first.

“I’ve never truly realised how incredible your eyes are. No wonder Fishlegs is so into you.” And then, in a much more serious voice, he whispered, “You’re so beautiful.”

The girl’s eyes widened in a terrified shock. She felt her cheeks blushing, although she couldn’t tell whether it was caused by embarrassment, or the anger that was rising in her. With a resolute move, she pushed Hiccup away and threw in coldly. “Get up, I have no time for that rubbish.”

She was trying to sound decisive, hoping against hope it would sober him up a little; it didn’t do much, though. The young man never ceased to stare at her with his hazy, delighted gaze. He looked like a child asking to be taken care of.

“Heather, wait,” he whispered imploringly. “There’s no need to hurry. We have all the time we need, and it’s so… quiet down here. So fresh… So wonderful. Look at the sky Heather, have you ever seen a sky that starry? And there is no one here, just us. Think of it. Alone, us two – kissing in a gentle breeze...”

It wasn’t until then when she sensed the strange, sour smell coming from him, and all of a sudden, she understood the reason behind the boy’s unnatural behaviour; his ridiculous declaration was just another proof that her assumption was correct.

“Good gods, Hiccup, you’re completely wasted!” she cried, jumping to her feet.

She needed a moment to realise that the sudden movement caused her companion to lose his balance, and fall onto the ground again, his face once again buried in the sea sand.

“And what am I supposed to do with you?” she groaned, resigned.

She could be strong, be she certainly wasn’t capable of seating Hiccup onto Windshear’s saddle, while the boy in question couldn’t even remain in the sitting position for more than a second – even with the help of her loyal dragon, the task seemed impossible to be fulfilled.

There were three things she could do, though. One – leave the Rider alone on the shore, and fly to the base in search for help. Two – stay with him until he feels better. Or three – use Windshear’s paws, and thus transport the young man to his own hut, as if he was nothing more than a bag of potatoes.

Reasonable as she was, she immediately abandoned the first idea. Even though Hiccup had spent some time alone on the beach before Heather had seen him during her flight, she surely couldn’t leave him in such a state again.

The second thought was declined almost simultaneously – regardless of all her sympathy towards the Rider, she wasn’t willing to keep his company any longer than it was necessary. Loki knew what other ideas a drunk Hiccup could have.

There was the third option to execute, then. Heather was just about to turn back to call for her winged friend, when her ears were approached by the voice from behind her, “You need a hand with that?”

She literally jumped at the sound of the question, and then almost choked, when she realised who was pronouncing it.

A few steps from her, with her hands rested casually on her hips, stood Astrid Hofferson – and in all honestly, Heather wasn’t sure whether the sight made her happy – or terrified.

On one hand, if Astrid had been standing next them for all this time, she might have got a very wrong impression of the scene she had been watching, and the last thing the brunette wanted was to violate that fragile bond between the two of her friends. Not to mention her own relationship with them.

Then again, she knew Astrid well enough to know that the sensible reasoning would quickly take over whatever absurd ideas she might have got under the influence of this unfortunate sight. Besides, if there was anyone capable of making Hiccup behave properly right now, it was her.

“I could definitely use that,” she answered eventually, grinning weakly in hope that her friend would treat the whole event with a healthy amount of scepticism.

To her relief, the blonde girl returned the smile, and shifting her glare to the limp boy, she asked, “What’s up with him?”

Heather shrugged. “I don’t know. Either Hiccup decided to shake off the stress with the help of a serious dose of ale… or someone else battened on him like this.”

“I wonder who might that be,” Astrid muttered spitefully, and kneeled down by the Dragon Rider. She put a hand on his arm, and squeezed it gently, before she whispered, “It’s time to get up, babe.”

“Sss.. strid?”

“Yeah, that’s me.” She turned towards the other girl. “There’s no way he will get up now. You’ll have to help me left him. Stormfly, come!”

When she had finally managed to settle down in her saddle – with Hiccup sitting right in front of her, resting his back on her torso – Astrid glanced at her female companion, and watched her carefully for a moment, while a casual, derisive smile was tugging on her lips. Heather shifted uncomfortably, not knowing what to expect from the fair-haired warrior.

“Look, I’m not going to scold any of you, because I believe that whole situation is just a huge misunderstanding, and, that if there’s anyone to blame for it, it’s most probably Snotlout or the Twins. Still, what I have heard suggested that there had been much more happening here that I could have ever imagined; and that’s why you must do something for me.”

“What exactly…?”

Astrid leaned out a little, and smiling mischievously, she stated, “Right after I make this walking disaster go to bed, I want to hear a full report. With details.”

“What for?”

“In case there comes a day when I run out of the blackmail material.”

Heather could only laugh.

#rtte #fanfiction #httydartaugust #kissing in a breeze #hiccup haddock #astrid hofferson #heather the unhinged #snotlout jorgenson #httyd

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fankakm · 8 years ago

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HTTYDArtAugust

10th - 12th August - “Campfire″

#httydartaugust #httyd 2 #httydedit #how to train your dragon #hiccup #gobber #toothless #grump #my edit

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resident-mother-hen · 8 years ago

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HTTYD August Art Prompt 2: Inventions ~ One-shot

Alright, so I blame this solely and completely on @elsaandabanana. It's three hours and ten minutes too late, but this is for Tarch's 2nd prompt, Inventions, for the HTTYD August Art Event. Check out the awesome art @elsaandabanana did-- https://elsaandabanana.tumblr.com/post/164011455737/httydart-august-prompt-2-inventions-astrid --you could consider this a companion piece. Astrid stalks into the Clubhouse, eyes darting around the room quickly but failing to meet her target. Her forehead furrows, dejected. Fishlegs was curled up against Meatlug in a corner, working dedicatedly on the newest entry to the Book of Dragons, while Snotlout and Tuffnut sit at a table in the middle of the room with a dice game, Ruffnut prowling circles and grinning knowingly at the pile of coins Tuff had seemed to accumulate. A certain one-legged Viking, however, was nowhere to be found.

"Has anyone seen Hiccup?" she calls out, grip tightening, and all look up at her tone. Snotlout jerks his thumb towards the work surface around the fireplace, distracted.

"Yeah, he was in here awhile ago banging around." Astrid’s nose scrunches in thought. Fishlegs chimes in helpfully.

"He's working on some new prototype of a new tail for Toothless-- he says it's supposed to help with turns and loops and flips and such." Astrid's gaze flits to where Snotlout had gestured, taking in the tools, rivets, and canvas strewn haphazardly across the area as Fish adds as an afterthought, "Or at least that's what he was muttering about, anyway. He hasn't been in here for awhile." Ruffnut gives her a knowing look, smirking.

"He in trouble?" Astrid scowls.

"We were supposed to meet an hour ago." Tuffnut's head snaps up, a mischievous, superior grin on his face.

"Ohohoho, trouble in paradise, eh?" Astrid fixes him with a glare, snorting as Ruff whacks him.

"We were going to spar." She lifts the object dangling in her hand for them to see. "I already checked his hut-- it's a disaster, but no Hiccup." She drops the pair of Deathsong-amber goggles back at her side with a sigh. He had forgotten. Again. Fishlegs speaks up sympathetically from the corner.

"Maybe he remembered and left to find you? He could be at the arena right now." Her head tilts and she looks somewhat appeased by the thought, but her expression quickly darkens again as she notices something leaning up against the base of the counter.

"Or not..." She steps over to it, lifting it up for them to see. "His sword is here." Rolling her eyes at his predictableness -- why had she expected anything different!? -- she stares down at her hands, those gods-forsaken goggles in one hand, and lunatic fire-sword in the other. Frustrated, she frowns down at the goggles, wondering how in the world he thought them to be in any way practical, before suddenly pulling them over her head. She blinks in surprise at the narrowed, oddly-colored vision, turning from side to side to peer at this new view of the world.

"How does he even see in these?" She turns back towards the others, arms held out in front of her as she takes a short step.

The others had stopped paying much attention. Tuffnut was carefully guarding his own roll of dice with a grin, and Snotlout was in the process of shaking his own in their wooden cup, before dumping it over onto the table. Shielding it so only he can see, he stares at it for a moment before looking up at Tuff with a lift of his eyebrows.

"Two fives." Ruff saunters ever so casually away, glancing behind her-- and towards his roll-- before yanking violently on one of her braids. Tuff eyes her sagely then purses his lips with a smug sneer, staring at the other young man for an uncomfortably long time before jumping abruptly from his seat.

"LIAR!" He announces it grandly, knocking aside each of their cups to reveal Snotlout's bluff, and his own pair of sixes. Snotlout groans, slamming his last few coins onto the table. He looks up towards Astrid, waving her arms before her as she tries another step.

"Careful there, Hiccup," he snorts. She pauses, a calculating look stealing across her face as her lips curl up in a smirk.

"Me?" she asks indignantly, gesturing dramatically towards herself. She puffs her chest out, arms waving randomly and adopting a higher, scratchier tone. I'm Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third-- I don't have a reckless bone in my body!" Tuff sniggers, and even Fishlegs looks up, amused. "See, I made these dorky goggles--"

"You know you love 'em!" Ruff interrupts by hollering out. Astrid fixes her with a glare and continues.

"--To keep my eyes safe while I make my flaming sword!" She swings it as she says it, jumping a bit at the whoosh of flame as she accidentally triggers it but continuing merrily onward. She has their full attention, encouraged and grinning at the hollers and whoops of laughter. "I'm Hiccup Haddock-- my greatest friend ever is the most dangerous dragon to ever live! I don't ever think about anything besides dragons and my reckless inventions that are going to get me killed. I--"

"Hey, has anyone seen my..." Hiccup trails off, standing in the doorway of the Clubhouse and blinking in incomprehension. "Uh... What's going on here?" Astrid freezes, and the others fail to stifle their giggles.

"Uh, Hiccup?" Fishlegs has his hand clamped over his mouth to stop the breaths of laughter that bubble up, mumbling through, "You might be better off running..." It's too late though. Astrid yanks the goggles off, lifting a prodding eyebrow as she steps nearer, eying his torn clothing and fresh scratches.

"Where have you been?" His forehead furrows in consternation, not understanding what was happening, but knowing by the tone in her voice that he had done, had forgotten, something, but-- oh. OH. Realization dawns and it hits him.

"Heeey! Astrid. H-hi, Astrid, hey--" he takes an involuntary step back as he eyes the flaming sword that she holds forgotten, other hand planted firmly on her hip. His hand flies up to grasp the back of his neck, the other flailing nervously. "I, uh, well you see..." She frowns grimly, a clear and unamused challenge. Ruffnut cackles in glee.

"Oh, this I can't wait to see."

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Note-- Can I write? No. Have I ever posted fanfiction before? No. Should I have? No. At three AM? Absolutely not. Did I anyway? ...Yes. Oops.

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