Well, this is my first attempt at a How to Train Your Dragon fanfic. Also my first attempt at writing one in over a year! So bear with me through this first chapter.
FIRST CHAPTERS SUCK! well it would help if I actually story-boarded my stories. I'm also pretty open for advice or suggestions for where the story should go.

Disclaimer: I don't own How to Train Your Dragon, but I wish I did

Warmth of the Covers

"Hey, wake up!" yells a particularly large viking.
Hiccup jolts up in his bed, in panic. Realizing that nothing dangerous is happening, he settles back into his bed. "Is the sun even up yet?" grumbles the groggy teen.
"Hiccup, it's mid-morning already."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Five more minutes?" asks Hiccup.
"Ok" answers Stoick. He walks out of the room smirking to himself, he woke up Hiccup a half hour early.
Meanwhile, Hiccup is still contemplating getting out of bed. It is the beginning of winter and Berk is starting to cool down. Below freezing temperatures makes the prospect of leaving the warmth of the covers nearly impossible. Nobody likes leaving the cozy warmth of their bed.
Regardless, Hiccup still manages to throw off the covers. He puts on his prosthetic leg and drunkenly walks to his closet, while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He pulls on his clothes. He hops up and down clumsily on his good foot while pulling up his pants.

"Toothless," he calls, walking down the stairs to the living room. The black dragon warmly welcomes him, gently nudging Hiccup with his nose. "Well it's good to see you too." Hiccup scratches Toothless'es neck, which results with a deep purr.
"Hiccup," Stoick gestures for him come to the table.
"What's up?" he asks as he sits down.
"We are just short of food for the winter. So I'm leading the last fishing trip before the weather gets too bad," Stoick sighs. "Could you maybe hunt while I'm gone? We need all the meat we can."
"But Dad, you know I'm not any good at hunting."
"Hiccup, I don't want to hear it. We have more mouths to feed than ever before. You could even use Toothless."
Dragon's don't like the cold. Not at all. Hiccup looks back at Toothless, who is relaxing close to the fire, curled up in a ball. Hiccup senses that his father is in a bad mood. Trying to make sure that an entire village has enough food is a daunting task, so Hiccup does his best to NOT get caught by Stoick's famously short temper.
"Listen Hiccup, I'm not asking for much. Just a wild boar or two," Stoick adds. "Astrid can hunt. Ask for her help if you have too."
"A-A-Astrid?" he stutters.

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Hiccup walks through freshly fallen, ankle deep snow, to the forge. Reflecting on his conversation with Stoick. Mainly, the part about Astrid. He had grown closer to Astrid since the defeat of the Red Death. But something about her still made him... Stutter... or just be nervous around her. She's just perfect. Perfect hair. Perfect eyes. Perfect curves. She's everything he could want.
Hiccup cups his hands and blows into them, in an effort to warm up his hands.
Hiccup is smart, and he knows it. But everything about Astrid, about girls, just confuses him. How they can be happy one second, and hitting him in the face with an axe-handle the next. And yes, that did happen.

Once he thinks he has Astrid figured out, or how she will react to something. She reacts totally different. In fact, three days before, he saw Astrid in the Great Hall, eating lunch. She was visibly troubled. He asked "is something wrong," expecting a confession or an acknowledgement for caring. But instead he got "I don't need help from you," and an angry Astrid leaving in a hurry.

Arriving the Forge, his cold hands slip off the door handle and he runs into to door. He looks around to see if anyone noticed his 'slip up.' Satisfied, he opens the door.
"I'm glad you could make it! Get enough beauty sleep?" laughs Gobber.
"Ha Ha very funny," Hiccup responds sarcastically. "So what do we have to repair today?"
"Well, without dragon attacks every other night, we don't have many weapons that need fixing."
"Oh," says hiccup, warming his hands on the smelting furnace. "Soooo, what should I do?"
"Well," Gobber thinks for a second. "Take the day off."
"Really?"
"Yeah really! Now go enjoy yourself!"
"Thanks Gobber," responds Hiccup.
He isn't use to being out of the forge so early. Of course he never works for more than three or four hours. This gives him time to plan for his hunting trip, although he really doesn't know where to start when it comes to hunting.
Maybe I should ask Astrid, he thinks to himself.

Hiccup starts walking to Astrid's house, this time walking through shin deep snow. The all-too-familiar frozen toe feeling starts to kick in.
He knocks on her door. After a minute or so she opens up. "Oh hey Hiccup," she says, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed. "What's up?" she asks bluntly.
"We, uh, well," Hiccup collects himself. "The village is kinda low on food and I was wondering if you would go hunting with me."
"Sure," she responds. "I could really use an excuse to get out of the house."
"Oh ok," says Hiccup, still somewhat confused. "We leave tomorrow morning then?"
"Sure, sounds good."
Hiccup walks away once again questioning his knowledge of girls. It's not just something you can study up on. And as far as he knows, Berk doesn't have any books on women.

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Later, at his house, Hiccup relaxes on the couch, just far enough away to feel the heat of the fire. Stoick left, saying he would be back in three or four days. So Hiccup was pretty much alone, except for the company of Toothless, who makes a pretty good pillow.
Sure Hiccup is excited for their hunting trip, but he can't help but feel a little awkwardness over it. The 'teenage' side of his brain is catching up with him. The number of times he has imagined her naked or the number of make-out scenarios he has conjured up are uncountable. And he can't help but think of how he will end up "Saving the Day" and saving Astrid from certain death and make her fall madly in love with him. In all reality, Hiccup will probably be the one who needs saving.
"You would save me, wouldn't you buddy?" he asks, Toothless lifts his head up and nods. Then he poofs a smoke ring in the shape of a heart. "Awww I love you too." Hiccup says with a hint of sarcasm.
Well I didn't teach him that, but it's pretty cute. Hiccup walks over to Toothless and lays against him, Hiccup unbuckles his annoying prosthetic limb and stares blankly at the ceiling. He falls asleep pondering what the next day will bring.

Well i hope you enjoyed it! Please leave comments! (they make me feel warm and fuzzy inside)

Once again I'm open for suggestion as to where the story should go, but I do have a second chapter planned.

Oh, and sorry for the rather short chapter.