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Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon, Cressida Cowell does.

Hiccup's Moments of Victory in The Thawfest Games

Astrid's Point Of View

He was there; right passing Snotlout and Hookfang, on his cute and agile night fury Toothless. I love to see someone else receive the Thawfest Medal. I wanted it badly, though. Hiccup, well… Hiccup is adorable. He is weak and scrawny. He can't lift a decent hammer. He wouldn't kill a dragon, as I thought so. He is the one who killed the Dragon Queen and tamed a night fury. Mostly, he stole my heart. I would be glad if he or I receive the medal, it'll be good.

However, we argued the day before. I confessed my feelings, which is not what Astrid Hofferson supposed to do, to Hiccup. Hiccup the Useless… yet the one whom I love so much. I told him what a gracious loser of him if he stops gloating, not becoming a lousy winner that I don't want to happen.

He worked all night at the forge, doing calculations and measurements that I couldn't think of. He intended to beat Snotlout Jorgensen, the best of the Vikings, before the dragons arrive. He had this chance now, as he passed the guy whom I hate now, and zooming to the finish line. He had this gloating face again. Ugh … I hate him when he does that. Then I realized something. He was looking at Snotlout, all sad face. He spoke a few words that confused my minds, though I can't hear it.

The Hiccup is back, my Hiccup is back. He crash landed on a nearby forest, tail fin closed. Confuse was everyone, thinking it was a malfunction on Toothless' tail. Fishlegs closed his and Meatlug's eyes. Nobody knew what was really going on here. I knew. I smiled.

Snotlout entered the arena and crossed the finish line with pride and conceit. A few moments later, Hiccup joined in. The Jorgensens cheered for Snotlout victory. Hiccup held a hand towards Snotlout, but then Snotlout answered and held his hand back and teased him. I just want to crush this guy. Can I? I didn't care. Hiccup is happy, and so am I.

They went to the stage as Stoic gave a little speech. He then gave Snotlout a medal and Hiccup a pat on the back. Snotlout went celebrating his victory with that stupid motto of his. Hiccup disgracefully stepped off the stage. I realized what I was supposed to do. He took my advice, and I returned it with a bit of favor. I punched him.

"Ow!" responded Hiccup, "What!"

"I know what you did," I said all casual.

"Yea… I lost… as usual," he answered me sadly.

Yup, time to speak the truth. "No, you threw the race," I said, looking proud of my boy, wait… friend boy.

"I-I have no idea what you're talking about, Astrid," that was his response, "Snotlout was just the better viking today."

I interrupted him, "No Hiccup, no one was a better viking than you today."

He looked that he can't accept that. I sighed. What else can I do? I grabbed him by the shoulder and kissed him. I don't care how much pairs of eyes were watching us. I really have no idea what I'm doing. I thought it was just the right thing to do at that moment. He looked drunk in love and had that goofy face on him again.

I just left him.