I haven't written a Fanfiction in forever, so I wrote this. This takes place the Snoggletog before the second movie. Please leave a review!
Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon or any of its characters
Snoggletog was always a weird holiday for me.
But this year, it was especially weird; my dad was trying to get me to give Astrid a present.
Yes, we were dating more officially, but that didn't mean I absolutely had to give her a gift.
"Nonsense," my dad said when I told him this. "You should give her something... Oh I know! Does Astrid want a new axe? You could forge her the most beautiful weapon ever!"
"Yes," I replied, "I could, but she seems perfectly happy with her old one."
Stoick was quiet for a moment, then said, "Why don't you give her some flowers?"
I gaped at him. "Dad, it's the dead of winter. Where would I get flowers?"
My dad's face clouded as he thought of places that might have flowers in the three-foot snowstorm we had recently. But then he brightened again. "You could put together a handful of mistletoe and other holiday feeling plants and give them to her."
I felt my face heat up. "Dad," I said, feeling embarrassed.
"No!" My dad said, apparently getting excited about this for some reason. "You could make her a-"
"The bouquet sounded beautiful," I interrupted before my dad said any more crazy ideas. "I can gather some mistletoe and some sprigs of pine and holly. I even have a bit of red ribbon I can tie it off with."
My dad's mouth hung wide open. "You're actually going to do this?"
I shrugged. "It sounded better than the other ideas you were about to give me."
Dad nodded. "Let's go and find some festivities then!"
...
I knocked on Astrid's door early the morning of Snoggletog. As I waited for a response, I looked over the bouquet one more time. It actually didn't look as bad as I originally thought. The mistletoe, pine, and holly sprigs were nearly arranged, and the red berries on the holly branches matched the red ribbon the whole disaster was tied together with.
The door opened, and Astrid looked out. "Oh! Hey Hiccup."
"Hi," I said, my heart beating faster every second. Before I could lose my nerve, I handed her the bouquet of holiday plants. "Happy Snoggletog!"
She gave me a bewildered look. "Was this your dad's idea?"
My face flushed. "Yes."
Astrid carefully took the bundle from my hand and smiled. Then, with the smile still growing, she grabbed the front of my shirt and kissed me.
"Happy Snoggletog Hiccup," she whispered into my ear when we pulled apart.
What a great way to start the holiday.
