A Viking, above all, was loyal. Not once in the history of history had a Viking betrayed his family, friends, or tribe.

At least until now.

Hiccup had been on one of his usual rants, spilling out any thought that popped into his head. "You and me," he told Astrid, "are not all that much alike, if you think about it. You act with violence, me with thoughts. If not for Toothless, you would have probably ended up with Snotlout. He's more of an Astrid type. Truthfully, I think Dad would have had Flick and me marry-,"

Astrid stood up, knocking her chair back, barely missing the hearth. Hiccup was telling her, Astrid, his girlfriend, that he would probably be better suited for Flick. The only time she ever saw Flick she was sitting in the corner of the Mead Hall, alone, with nothing in front of her. She was just peculiar. "If that is how you feel, I guess you can leave. Should probably invite Snotlout over, since he is more suited for my presence." She could barely keep the hurt from her voice.

What? Hiccup asked himself. Leave? He retraced his thoughts, trying to find what had hurt Astrid. How could he just spew his thoughts, not monitoring what came out of his mouth?

Hiccup still hadn't moved, and Astrid couldn't hold back her tears much longer. The giant lump in her throat threatening to break. "Get OUT!" she screamed at him.

Hiccup looked up at her and saw the damage he did. Tears were streaming down her face. In her eyes he could see both hurt and anger. Not a good combination for Astrid.

"I didn't mean-" But hiccup did mean it. The thoughts, the feelings, had come from inside of him; he just opened the door. "I'm going," he informed Astrid, practically running out of her hut.

"And don't come back!" Astrid screamed after him. As he left, inquisitive neighbors started gathering around Astrid's house, wondering what all of the commotion was about.

Hiccup stopped, debating whether to enter his house. He decided against it. News traveled fast in Berk, and, even though he had run all the way, he was afraid his father would question him about the scene that just occurred.

He walked around to the back of his house and entered the woods. He let hi feet and thoughts carry him away until he came to the rut Toothless' immobile body had made in the soil not more than two months ago.

Is that what I really think? Do I think that Flick is better for me than Astrid? That wasn't what he meant. He had thought that his dad would pair him up with Flick before he became town celebrity. But it was the words that did the damage.

By the time he would make it back to town everyone would know what he said. He would be proclaimed Hiccup the Betrayer. Hiccup the Un-Viking. Again.

What can I do? Hiccup thought. There was no way to take back his words. No way to fix the town that lay in ashes. He just had to retry, rebuild. Maybe he would end up with Flick after all.

"He said," Astrid explained for the tenth time, "that Flick was better for him than me."

"Don't worry baby," Snotlout reassured her. "I'll always be here for you."

"Yeah, your way better than that twig anyways," Toughnut told her.

"Or Flick," Roughnut chimed in. It did help to ease the hurt that was threatening to take over Astrid. She had thought that Hiccup was right for him. His smile he gave her when he was hatching a plan, the look in his eyes when they went riding, the sensation that pulsed through her when they kissed, it all felt right. She was in love.

And he wasn't. The fact that he pretended that it was real for him hurt her the most. If he would've just told her in the beginning. He had given her the ice cream, then snatched it out of her hands just as her tongue touched the creamy substance. It wasn't fair.

She had always thought, above everything else, that Hiccup was fair.

He would not kill Toothless because he was just as scared as Hiccup was. They were equals, and had no more power than the other gave them. He fought for the dragons, because it wasn't fair that the Vikings were waging an un-justified war against them. Hiccup had always been fair.

So what changed?

Maybe, she thought, I'm not being fair to him. Have I wounded him as much as he wounded me? Is it right for me to be as upset as I am? Her brain told her no, her heart said yes.

I will try to get chappy two up tomorrow. I am really excited. This is my first HTTYD story!

Please Review! I don't think my best friend/ best editor, SomniumAstrum, will be too keen on this story, as it involves a strange love triangle-like shape between Hiccup, his abilty to mess things up, Astrid, and her Viking-Stubborness-Isuues problems. She is not that much into love triangles, or any other love shape (that is on the verge of wrong-ness) So tell me how it is!

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