Astrid laughed keeping her eyes on the sight in front of her. The death glare directed at her made it even better. She petted her dragon again and lightly strolled to a big pile of fishes and a man pinned down by them.
'Still troubles with landing, ne?'
If looks could kill ... she laughed again. Really she couldn't remember when was the last time she was in such good mood.
She smirked lening closer to the fallen man face.
'It's look kind of... fishy.'
Another laughing fit erupted from her mouth making the receiver's face more and more pinky.
'Hilarious Astrid, truly.'
She only watched, her eyes dancing with laugher.
Big, olive green mass of meat colided with the pile trying to free the poor viking and eat itself full at the same time.
Fishlegs groaned watching his Gronckle devour almost a bucket worth of fishes before he could move. He slowly crawled away from a fallen giant goblet in which dragons sometimes get their breakfest and stood up scrunching his nose. No more fishes for a few days that he was sure of. Something poked him in his big belly making him look down.
The blond viking was still annoyingly happy if the sparks in her eyes was anything to go by.
'Hiccup wanted to go fishing tomorrow. I understood that you won't come?'
Dear mother in valhalla, the gods hate him.