A little idea I wanted to put ito words. A little story of Hiccup and Astrid daily life. I love those moments. I love writing about this kind of things =) Hiccstrid, rated T.
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Astrid
"You should really go now before he gets angry" Astrid called from inside his backroom in the forge.
"Yeah, yeah, just give me a sec. I'm almost done here" Hiccup was in the outer side of the forge trying to finish a sword that he was asked to finish before sundown by Gobber but as usual his father came earlier to change his plans. Astrid was already making him company when Stoick came fuming in about some meeting in the Great Hall about another boring problem that was going on in the village's council, something about Hiccup needing to be there, Astrid didn't catch it well. But she knew Stoick was gonna be furious is Hiccup didn't show up in time.
Astrid spent the whole afternoon with him there, talking to him and laughing with him sometimes, she had trained hard that morning and wanted a free afternoon and was planning a little dinner time with her boyfriend, but plans changed. She enjoyed very much just being there with Hiccup and watch him work. First she sneaked up on him, almost making him drop the hammer in his foot, he laughed. Astrid took a deep look into the projects that were spreaders throughout his whole working table inside his backroom. She seemed very interested in how said projects were going to turn out. Asking questions and exploring his little engineer world.
Toothless was curled up outside the forge, he was enjoying some of the sunny afternoon he had left. He spent the whole day with Hiccup while he did his chores. That morning they got to have some time to fly. This time had been quite chilling and normal, except for Hiccup's meeting he had promptly this evening. Toothless was actually okay with it. At least this last month Hiccup's had a little free time to be with Toothless.
As he worked, Hiccup could do with a little distraction and he was glad that that distraction was Astrid at the moment. He really appreciate it when she was here, it felt less lonely, Gobber was an okay company when it came to having a entertained conversation but with Astrid, it was more welcoming and warm.
Hiccup was already tempering again the blade to heat it and quench it. When he finished sharpening it, he quickly put his shirt and armor back again and headed out, leaving Astrid inside. He stopped and turned to her. She smiled sadly at him, as if wishing him the best to give him patience in the meeting. Astrid gave him hope, something about her gaze made him feel like he could do anything when it came to the village and chiefing. It somehow made him feel confident about being a good future chief.
He walked towards her and gave her a kiss in her warm cheek.
"I would promise you some dinner tonight but I honestly can't tell when this thing is going to finish, so..."
"It's okay Hiccup, go do your thing" she leaned herself to give him a quick peck.
"I can promise you a dinner at my house tomorrow night though" he said as he walked backwards through the door. Toothless stood on his paws ready to follow his rider.
She watched them go with a smile in her face. Astrid loved when he acted as the true chief he really is but doesn't see it. She knew he was a great leader, greater and wiser that most of their age and some older. She was proud of what he's done. Not just for the dragons but also for the people.
Astrid now alone in the forge, with nothing to do with the rest of her afternoon, decided she wanted to keep it that way. Her legs guided her back again to Hiccup's workshop. There were tools and gadgets and all kind of stuff all over the place, she was afraid that if she touched anything it'd all fall over. It smelled like coal and storage and leather. Familiar. She found a small pot and opened it; she wasn't sure what the heck was that, it seemed like some sort of herb for something, maybe from trader Johan. She closed it again and kept on exploring the place.
Astrid started searching for that piece of parchment that had an interesting project that caught her eye earlier. It was laying there on top of the other papers on the table. As she approached, she almost bumps on an old maze that was near the table. That lanky idiot. He will get himself killed one day and she didn't want to be there to wipe the blood off his ass. She sighed and picked it up. Some cleaning and organizing would really do this place.
The project was some sort of feeding station or something with food, and the fish decorating the lower part of it made her believe that this project was completely for the dragons. The windmill and the water dam and been very helpful for the village, she was sure this one will be to the dragons. There were marked places for the feeding station along the little map of the village that was on the bottom of the parchment.
After the stables were built, the dragons could come here to Berk to have their babies in Snoggletog season. The village couldn't be happier that year. The hatchery was big enough for the breeds. Now on spring, the little babies were growing up on Berk and that was a good thing because they grew as passive and tamed dragons, and that was good for the peace between dragons and Vikings Hiccup had been working on for years, with the hatchlings growing with Vikings and in a friendly environment, things couldn't get better.
At least for the village.
Hiccup's hunger to learn more and explore the world grew by the day and Stoick wasn't making things easier for him. She wished she could do something.
While she was deep in thought her body guided her unwillingly to sit in his chair. Astrid was starting to get a little bored, some time had passed and she kept glancing at his works. They were so spread in the table you could barely see some wood. A small candle was lit on the corner and it illuminated dimly the tiny room. Astrid liked being here and being alone made it a bit more intimate, it was like being inside of Hiccup's head, somewhere she was allowed to go into; where he gutted all of his ideas and projects and future plans for everything. It also brought memories of certain times when they couldn't keep their hand off each other. He trusted her enough to go in there alone and she knew that. She'd never spend so much time in the forge before until she met Hiccup. Now she spent her time there more than usual, mostly making him company and being there with him because they really couldn't find any other time to be together now that he was full with work.
The forge had changed since, it was bigger and filled with more gadgets and tools to make saddles and wing slings for the dragons, and they still made weapons because Vikings, still being Vikings, needed something to go play with to say the least. Hiccup's workshop just grew tinnier through the years; with him being taller and his plans getting bigger, there was no room left. Maybe someday he'll update it.
She wasn't entirely sure if Hiccup really was into the projects or it was his father's orders. Even if they were, Hiccup was really getting into it and he seemed to be enjoying it. That was the part of Hiccup that she wanted to make him see. As much as he says he wants to go explore the world, his heart just seems to stay in Berk with his people. It's just the part of him that everyone can see as a good Chief. He loves Berk and he knows it. Berk loves him too, but he doesn't seem to fully understand how much everyone needs him. He's improved it in a whole other level; the work he's done proves that Hiccup's just perfect for the job. Somehow deep inside her, Astrid wants him to see it and become the incredible chief everyone knows he's going to be. She was so proud of him.
The young blonde turned her head to her right and saw a lot of tiny sketchbook on the wooden shelve. She reached for one of them and opened it front of her. Astrid saw that there were hardly forty pages in the small notebook, all used. Her eyebrows shot up at an incredible little sketch of Toothless on the side of a cliff. The funny thing about the drawing was that the dragon was trying to draw something himself with a stick. In the pages, old and ragged, there was nothing more than project ideas. Astrid had to admit that Hiccup had so much running in his head, all those notebooks and charts and parchments were really useful for him.
A loud thud startled her from outside, she dropped the little book on the table on accident and it fell from the table to the floor along with one large piece of parchment. She turned her head to the door and then realized that the sound was made by a dragon probably trying to get some fish from his master, and his complaints later.
Astrid shook her head and leaned down to pick up what she dropped. She put them on the table and sat back down. She tried to put the large sheets the way they were, after having a harsh lecture from Hiccup to not touch his things otherwise he'll forget where he left everything. She sat back in the chair as she tried to fix his things, she saw some markings on the table, now with its wooden part visible to her, she could see what was beneath the papers. She narrowed her eyes and moved closer to the markings which seemed words, or one word.
She gasped slightly and her eyes widened when she say it.
Astrid.
That single word was written in the wood. Just that. Her name alone. Nothing more. It was hardly legible; it seemed to been written with dedication. It's hard to write on a table.
Astrid.
Heat rose to her cheeks and chills through her body. Why would he write her name and nothing else? Well, they had been together for a long time now, she actually excused him. But none of those facts helped her from feeling a wave of affection for Hiccup. It thrilled her. She wondered when and why he's done it. And what exactly did she mean for him. She smiled and her heart swelled. She wondered if she meant the same to him he meant to her. Astrid rubbed her fingers to her wooden name, caressing the rough surface and bit her lower lip.
The blonde girl sighed and without realizing it, she let her head fall to her outstretched arms in the table and used them to pillow her head. She kept on thinking about Hiccup and was he has done and dozed off. The village had just turned dark and cool with the small breeze of the wind. Astrid fell asleep on top of the table as her hair swam across his works.
"So it's settled. Spitelout, you're going to help Hoark supervising the progression of the work on the feeding stations while Bucket and Mulch focus on the fish." Stoick's voice ringed in Hiccup's fainting hearing. He's been sitting on this chair for three hours and did nothing more than nod and listen and answer the questions of his father about the matter. They've been talking on and on about some of the village's projects, including Hiccup's newest.
He was almost drooling on his sleeve as he closed his eyes over and over. The voices were fading and blurry. Toothless got tired at one point and went outside to spend some time with the other dragons.
"What do you think Hiccup?" His father's voice told him. He immediately shot upright and stretched stealthily for his father not to notice. He did. Stoick gave him a very stern look and continued pretending he saw nothing.
"Oh yeah, yes, um, it sounds suitable" Hiccup told the council firmly to show them he was definitely listening. The Chief sighed loudly and glanced at his son before standing up and tuning to the rest of the Vikings.
"Okay so it's decided, we'll start tomorrow morning, and Hiccup here," he said glaring at his son, "will be there too to help you with the designs early in the morning" he finished. The chief's son swore under his breath and stood up with the rest of the council.
Everyone headed to the door of the Great Hall and out to their own families. Hiccup started walking too but then stopped when he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"I don't want you to fall asleep in every single meeting anymore, Hiccup" his father told him irritated, "I know you don't like it but it's really important that you listen and judge"
"I'm sorry dad, it won't happen again" He repeated his promise. Hiccup sighed, he didn't feel like going to his house with his father, he actually wanted to take some free time, at least if it was at night in the forge. "I, uh, I have to finish some things in the forge," he pressed his lips tightly and nodded, "I'll see you tomorrow" and headed to the door.
"Oh, okay then, goodnight" his father said in the distance.