Before I start, I want to say to any TWT fans out there… I am stuck in a terrible writer's block, but need to write, and I have felt like writing a HTTYD story. :D I am just going to be writing somewhat drabbles. I will take requests, and will get to you ASAP. P.S: I make the first one look like Astrid's father is very abusive, but I wasn't trying for that. He's more of the 'I wish I had a boy' kind of father. But if you have a problem with it, please tell me!

Thoughts from… Astrid

Fire

The first time Astrid was burned from fire, she cried. How could something so beautiful hurt so much? How could something so seemingly tame out lash with such a vengeance? She looked down at her hand, trying to understand through the burn and blood oozing from the epicenter. Her entire palm was an aching red, and she was reminded of her mother's delicious tomato and potato soup. They were the same color.

Astrid walked back to the house, tripping slightly over every rock. It wasn't a long walk though. Except for a 7 year old like her. She was mesmerized by every house she walked by, and even more intrigued by the people.

"Hey Astrid!" Astrid heard from behind her. It was Hiccup, the chief's son. He was tiny, almost like a shrimp, with his hair falling right below his eyebrows. They hardly talked, so why now? "How was your first campfire?" Aahh. Now she knew why.

"Not so good… I got burned. " He showed him her palm, making sure he kept a distance.

"Wait right here." Hiccup said, running back to his house. Astrid sighed, feeling babied. But, being babied wasn't a familiar feeling to her, perhaps she could try it out. Hiccup came back outside with a bowl with green goop and a rag.

"What's that?" I asked, shying away from it. He dipped the cleaner side of the rag in the goop and motioned for her hand, which she reluctantly gave. Gently, he laid the rag on the wound, being sure to be careful. Astrid squinted, trying to block out the pain. As it touched her skin, she felt a sharp pang of touch, but held her breath. She was a Viking! But the pain quickly resided, and Hiccup wrapped the rest of the cloth around her hand to secure it.

"Just be sure not to mess with it, or you'll have a nasty scar." He held up his own hand, where an odd dragon looking scar was melted into his skin. Her eyes widened at it, but she said nothing.

"Well… thanks Hiccup." Astrid said, running all the way home. When she walked in, the first thing she saw was her father at the dining table. Where else? The three places he was were here, in his bed, or fighting dragons. She gave him a shy 'Hi' and sat next to him, hoping for him to speak with her. He grunted and looked down at her hand, wrapped in a cloth and having a green tint to it.

"What happened to your hand?" He asked, snatching it with his whole hand. In truth he only needed one finger, and he could've wrapped it around her whole hand. She looked away, embarrassed at how he always focused on the negative.

"I… burned myself today and…" Astrid was interrupted as she felt a slap go across her cheek.

"You stupid girl! You're a Viking, you don't get burned! How are you ever supposed to kill them if you are already burning?" He sighed and left the table, obviously closing the conversation. Astrid's child like hand lifted to her cheek, red with burning shame. It hurt even more as the tears ran down it, not as soothing as what was on her hand.

'I would rather take the burn of fire than the slap of my father any day…'

Sparks

Where had I gotten myself dragged to? I wondered as I searched around this clearing. In the center was a beautiful lake, surrounded by jade green and brown. I could see why Hiccup came here a lot, the place was beautiful. But didn't it get old? Was there some secret here I wasn't supposed to know about? I knew there was as soon as he tried to get me to leave.

"I've been making… outfits!" Ha! Sure, you keep saying that Hiccup. I advanced forward in a warrior's stance when he put my hand on his chest.

For an eighth of a millisecond, I froze, inside and out. The feeling I felt was overwhelming, filling my senses with a biting sting. The feeling was electrifying, making me want to pull back and blush. Out of nowhere the real word pulled itself to the front of my brain.

Sparks.

The word frightened me, especially that it was coming from the most pathetic, tiny, and poorest excuse for a Viking. Out of habit, I resorted to pain, twisting his hand in an irregular position, still in mine, then quickly letting go. The feeling lingered for a bit, like a really good drink staying in your mouth.

"Ow!! Why would you do that?!" Hiccup whimpered, trying to get up.

'For making me feel sparks, for making me surprised.' I thought silently to myself, as I proceeded to give him the rest of his punishment.

This Could Be

This could be…

A phrase Astrid dreaded hearing lately. This could be her last chance to placing first in dragon training. This could be her only chance to find out what's going on.

This could be her last time she ever saw Hiccup alive.

The thought stung, more than the wind pelting her face as she rode her Nadder-Head over a vast blue sea. Of course she didn't say it out loud, because she knew Hiccup wouldn't believe it. Hiccup would shrug it off and tell her he would be ok. The fog encased everything around them, to the point all she could see was his shadow.

This could be the last time we ride a dragon.

She mentally hit herself for thinking like that.

A roar ran through the air, seemingly never ending. It came into view, and thoughts of that horrific yet wonderful flight flew through her eyelids. This dragon was bigger than she remembered, one of its talons being bigger than Snotlout's Monstrous Nightmare. How were we supposed to do this? To answer my question, I heard Hiccup telling everyone his game plan, everyone having something specific to do.

This could be the last time I hear his voice.

We swerved from the group and ran the perimeter of the boats and island. Toothless was going to be around here somewhere, and I knew Hiccup wouldn't stop looking. A different cry was heard from the head boat, and Hiccup directed us to the sound. Toothless was strapped to the burning boat, held against his own death. Hiccup jumped off the dragon and yelled back at me to join the others. I agreed, flying back to the skies, not wanting to leave him.

This could be the last time I see Hiccup… whole again.

Again, I chased the thought away. I was wrong, right? That could never, ever happen.

Why I am only focusing on negatives… I'm not sure. But this is my first HTTYD FF and I am asking for your honest opinions and requests! :)