INFORMATION: Hiccup and Astrid main pairing, but many pairings across many movies and fandoms. This won't contain lemons or anything like that, but it will contain some adultish themes and stuff life that. Modern AU.

So, I wrote Too Late Now as a hard, realistic look at relationships and the terrible turns they can take. I got a lot of flak for it, but that's alright. Sometimes, we need to be forced to face the darker side of things. Now, this is your more traditional, feel good fic about relationships. Riddled with rocky holes, but if you stick with it, things will be alright.

Now, I will be embarking on a bit of a different style here. I have never really been one to do the drabbles thing, short chapters that tell that story. I thought, how can they ever tell a story effectively?

Well, I have been reading a drabble style story, and it is simply fantastic. I wrote tons when I was in college, but now being out of college, I simply cannot write on that scale. So I think I will be switching to one shots and drabble style fics.

Let me know what you think!

College was always supposed to be this wonderful, crazy time in a person's life where they spent time making something of themselves. People are supposed to find the niche they belong in here. Or at least, that is what everyone said about college. Hiccup didn't think so, mainly because he was so sure that he knew what he wanted. He knew where his life was headed, and he wasn't remotely confused about his goals. In a way, it made college more fun, but also more of an unknown minefield.

Even being an athlete proved to be of little help in terms of direction. He was a really strong javelin thrower in high school. Strong, wiry, with long arms and long legs. He'd gotten a good scholarship to come out South to throw at Southland University. He majored in IT, which was a forgone conclusion. His father, and his father's father, and his fathers fathers father all had worked in security. Recently in technology security. Hiccup was a marvelously talented programmer and would one day take over the company, Dragonscale Security.

Before all that though, he had to get a degree. And to do that, he needed to pass Gen Eds, and to do that, he needed to pass a foreign language. Fuck. He was good at writing code, but when it came to learning the different forms of verbs, he was hopeless. Which left him standing where he was right now, outside the ASC inside the foreign language building, with his new friend and roommate Freddy.

"I don't know, Fred," He remarked sourly, staring at the door. "Can I fit this in with practice and weights and all that?"

Standing much taller than him, and much thicker, Freddy was another thrower. A miracle of the Res Life department matching two athletes of the same sport together. As Hiccup understood it, it was done on purpose to help the both of them get by.

"You have to try, dude. If you fail French, you'll be creeping that line of academic ineligibility. You don't want to start off that way, that's for sure." Hiccup listened to his friend with a scowl. He didn't really want to be spending any of his free time getting extra help for French, but Fred was right. The risks were pretty high.

He turned away from the door and started walking. "I'll sign up next week. We got to get some food before practice." The two of them went to the large dining hall, grabbing food from the cafeteria and finding a seat quickly. They would have to eat quickly and get out to the parking lot so they could drive to the athletic complex. The Arena was only a three minute drive from campus, but it would take them ten minutes to walk to the car. As they sat there and ate, shoveling food into their mouths like they were starving, Hiccup overheard something at a table next to theirs.

When he glanced over, Fred coughed. "What you looking at?" He blurted, spitting food over the table.

Hiccup jerked his head. "Girls at that table are speaking French," He mumbled over his food.

"Maybe you should go introduce yourself." Fred told him. Hiccup thought about it as he spooned some mashed potato into his mouth. Maybe it would be a bit more flexible and doable to have a tutor outside of the confines of a building. At least it would help him meet his tough athletic schedule.

He got up and walked over to the table, noting the three girls that sat there. One was a brown haired beauty, with blush on her cheeks and wearing a casual dress. The other two, sitting beside each other, looked like sisters. Both had long blonde hair, pulled into braids that hung over their shoulders, pretty blue eyes and thin lips.

"Uh...good morning, ladies," He said politely. "I just overheard you guys talking and...was it in French?" He nervously rubbed the back of his head, and the girls giggled at him. Such a friggen cliche moment there.

"Oui." The one with black hair answered him with a sweet smile. "Parlez-vous francais?"

He knew vaguely what she said, but only chuckled. "Well...I kinda know what you said, but not really, which is what brought me here. I have to pass French and I really need some help." He finished, looking up and away from their faces. It was so awkward to look at them, all three of the girls looking at him as if he were a bashful middle school kid asking to dance in the gym.

"Are you asking us to tutor you?" One of the blondes asked simply.

He nodded. "Yeah. If it you can't, its cool and all that." Way to sound like an idiot...idiot.

The other blonde put a hand on her cheek, resting her elbow on the table. "Why don't you got the ASC? They have tutors for every subject."

He shrugged. "I don't really have the time to go and sit in a room on the third floor of Bancroft. I'm an athlete, and my schedule is kinda tight, so I need to be able to be a bit more flexible. Plus the ASC is only open till seven most days. I practice at six."

The brown haired girl scoffed. "So go earlier."

"Mandatory study hours at the Arena. I can't sit in the ASC."

"They won't give you study credit if you prove you went to the ASC?"

"Nope." He didn't actually know the answer to that question. Ultimately, he didn't want to go and sit in a room with a bunch of nerds who could do nothing better with their time than study. Plus...if he could get one of these girls to tutor him, the eye candy wouldn't be bad either. He wasn't a chauvinist, but none of these three were hard on the ol' retinas.

"What's in it for us?" The one with brown hair asked in what was obviously a flirty tone.

Hiccup smirked as coyly as he could. "Quid pro quo, huh? Alright...I'll think of something…" He said smoothly. The brown haired beauty giggled at him, but she couldn't follow up before one of her table mates took up the conversation.

"Well, what is your schedule like?" One of the blondes asked. Hiccup smiled widely, glad that he'd broken through. He was about to spill it all when suddenly, Fred was beside him.

His thick hands were on Hiccup's arm like a vice. "Shit dude, we're gonna be late! We are so fucked if we're late for weights!" Without much chance to say goodbye, Hiccup sent a wave towards the three girls at the table.

"Thanks anyway!" He yelled and the two boys sprinted out of the student center.

I'm going to shoot for between 750-1200 words per chapter for this thing. I should be able to get them out pretty quick, or at least regularly. I have a few front-loaded and ready to go