Hi there! As you may have noticed, I have discontinued my TWDG AU fic, I didn't feel it was very original, and I realized it would take forever to complete. So I decided to write something completely different.

Now I do have some noted about this fic, and that is that, yes, Astrid and Hiccup are a couple, and yes, it is a Hijack/Frostcup fic. You just need to give it time for everything to come into play :)

But I hope you like chapter one~!

There were times when Henrik simply blamed himself for the world around him. After all, he himself had decided to move to the polluted city on his own, but there were plenty of job opportunities and it seemed like a good idea at the time. He came to the city of Hendrix out of desperation for a new life, and he had found it, and a wonderful girlfriend. He worked as an architectural supervisor and he managed to make himself fairly well known within the world of construction. People often tried to hire him to build their new hotels and factories, and as much as Henrik loved his job, he could tell the city was starting to become a little overcrowded. New venues brought in new people; and the higher the population, the higher the pollution.

He wondered what it was like to live on the planet when it wasn't a requirement to wear a respirator helmet whenever you ventured outside. Henrik had a bit of a grudge against them. You could see people's faces, but not clearly. The only time you really get to see someone for who they actually were, was inside a building. The respirators, helmets with common technology inside, protect humans from toxic chemicals. They cover the head in a black, sleek material that keeps out all dangerous toxins. A window made of glass covers the eyes, allowing people to see, and various filters around the mouth and nose kept the breathing air clean. They were bulky and bothersome. Henrik was currently designing a smaller, more convenient model. He doubted the mayor would ever approve of them, but they were worth a shot.

Calloused fingers swept through messy, unkempt, auburn hair. He had been working on the design for the respirators for weeks now and finally had a concept he liked. His forest green eyes fell to the discarded paper coffee cups in the trash bin next to him. There were at least six of them. He checked his wristwatch and sighed, neon blue numbers flashed on a black screen, 2:03 AM. He needed to learn better time management skills. He rubbed at his eyes groggily, and was about to reach for his pen to continue to sketch out more designs for the oxygen mask when he felt soft hands gently dig into his strained trapezius muscles and begin to knead them.

"Hmm…?" He mumbled, leaning back into the pressure working its way through his shoulders. He knew who it was, but was too tired to address her by name.

"You've been up for more than twenty-four hours. I think you should get some sleep, come to bed." She spoke soothingly, continuing to rub her fingers into his skin. Henrik tilted his head back to look up at her. Pink lips pulled back into a smile, revealing pearl white teeth. Blonde hair cascaded over broad, yet feminine shoulders and framed a perfect face. Crystal blue eyes shone with adoration. Henrik couldn't say no.

"Fine," He grumbled, but with a smile. He stood from his chair and followed her to their bedroom; watching her backside the entire way. The girl came over to him in nothing but her bra and panties, which is what she normally slept in; but Henrik did not have the power to see through a blanket so he took his time and appreciated her curved figure. She opened the bedroom door and slipped inside with Henrik right behind her. His arms snaked their way around her waist and he nuzzled his face into her neck. She laughed when the tingling of his slight stubble brushed against her fair skin.

"You need to shave." She smiled, holding her hands against his as they rested on her body. He groaned out an irritated refusal and slowly pushed her forward until they both collapsed onto their bed. The mattress and previously occupied bed sheets were a welcome feeling for Henrik and he sighed in bliss as they rubbed against his bare arms. He could feel sleep coming already. "You're still dressed silly." She spoke from above him, moving to straddle his waist and slowly push up his grey tee shirt. Henrik moved his arms overhead despite his vocal disapproval. Once she removed the article of clothing, he felt her long fingers run over his chest and abdomen; a shiver ran down his spine at the feeling of cool air and digits running along his hot skin. They ventured down to his navel, and then began following a trail of dark hair until they rested at the hem of his sweat pants. She raised elegant brow at him and bit her lip as she hooked her fingers under the waistband.

He groaned impatiently, pulling at his hair as he watched her hands slowly tug at the pants before pulling them off completely. His teeth pulled at his lower lip and he let out a hiss when her hands brushed over the bulge in his boxers.

"I've hardly touched you and you're already excited?" She commented.

"Astrid. You are sat on me in your underwear okay? Cut me some slack. "

Astrid just laughed before removing his last clothing item, committed to relieving him of his problem.

A slight movement next to Henrik woke him from his slumber, his eyes opened to reveal Astrid lying next to him. She must have stirred in her sleep for she was not yet awake. Henrik sighed through his nose, reaching forward to brush some of her golden hair from her face, trailing his hand down her cheek. Her long lashes fluttered against her cheekbones and her lips pulled back into a weak smile as she nestled into his hand slightly. Henrik chuckled to himself as he watched her, the deep purple sheets of their bed contrasted stunningly with her hair and skin; he couldn't help but admire her beauty.

He glanced past her and towards the window. It amazed him how clear the air was inside, while it was a filthy grey outdoors. The air filtration systems inside the building made things safe, but outside was another story. The air was unsafe to breath without a respirator. His mind wandered to the unfinished design of his own sitting out on his work desk and he sighed. If he could just pull himself away from that for a few days, he might start feeling better. The damn thing was draining all his time and energy and he might even have a mild caffeine addiction because of all the coffee.

Speaking of coffee…

He stretched his arms above his head and rolled over to face the other side of the room. His eyes fell to the discarded clothes on the floor. Last night was probably the best distraction possible, anything else and he would have tried to get back to his work. He pulled himself up to sit at the edge of the bed, his feet almost touching the floor. The mattress hovered off the ground, almost as if it was magically floating, but upon closer inspection, it revealed itself to be resting on black metal support beams that protruded from the wall. The bedside tables worked the same. They had no drawers, just a tabletop like surface, enough to support a lamp. Henrik scratched at his neck while he stood. Astrid was right; he did need to shave, unless he wanted a beard.

His feet made little to no noise as he wandered across the room to his closet. He punched in a code on an electronic screen embedded on the wall and a menu popped up for him to select his clothes for the day. He sighed and decided on jeans and a hoodie. He didn't need anything fancy. The door to his closet opened and revealed the single outfit. Other clothing items were stored in the back of the wardrobe, hidden behind a fake wall. He grabbed the jeans, which automatically came accompanied by a pair of underwear, stumbling as he tried to hop into them as quick as possible.

"It's a little early for jumping exercises isn't it?" A voice spoke from behind, startling him as he turned around to strike a defensive pose that was quickly dropped when he caught sight of his attacker.

"Well, Astrid, you need to work hard to maintain all of this." He joked, gesturing to his body that was severely lacking in any prominent muscles.

"Mhm." She replied with a hint of sarcasm, raising an eyebrow and sitting up further in the bed, her hair falling to cover her breasts. Henrik just scoffed and pulled on his pale orange hoodie. His head popped out of the neck hole with more of a bed head than he had before. He shook his head, his hair calming slightly, but still looking quite messy. Astrid kicked her legs out from under the sheets and walked over to him, her hips swaying naturally. Her hands flew up to his auburn locks and she tidied them up for him, giving him a quick kiss when she finished. "Go make some breakfast, I'll be out in a minute."

Henrik smiled, "Alright."

He left the bedroom to come face to face with a pair of large emerald eyes. The pointed ears of the dog shot up when it saw Henrik and it gave out an excited bark, wagging its docked tail and sticking its rear in the air. The brunet laughed and continued his way to the kitchen, the large canine following closely behind. His long nails scraped the floor with each step, Henrik couldn't cut them unless he wanted to lose a finger. "Well, good morning to you too, Toothless." He said, giving the dog a loving pat on the head, "You hungry?" The Doberman pinscher's tail increased in speed and he pranced around the room happily.

Henrik made his way over to the cupboard and opened the door, pulling out both a can and bag of dog food. He held them both out to the dog, who excitedly nibbled and gnawed at the can. Putting the bag back, the freckled man pulled the tab of the can to open it, pouring its contents into the bowl on the floor. Toothless gave him an appreciative, yet slobbery, lick before chowing down on his own breakfast.

Henrik adjusted his tie as he looked in the mirror. He had been called in to supervise the construction of a small hotel down the street, and even if the world was a disaster, he still preferred to look tidy. He wouldn't be the one climbing around to weld metal beams together so he didn't have a need to wear overalls and gloves. He took Astrid's advice after they had eaten their morning meal and shaved, and to say the least it felt much better to have those itchy little hairs gone. He pulled his dark navy trench coat from the coat rack and pulled it on over himself, adjusting the collar before turning and heading out to the living room to grab his coffee thermos off the table.

Astrid, who was on the sofa, glanced up to look at him, her feet propped up on the table, though she moved them for him to get his coffee. "Your helmet is in the porch." She said flatly, not taking her eyes away from her computer screen.

"Thanks." Henrik said, watching as Toothless crawled up on the couch to lie next to his girlfriend. He rolled his eyes and gave the dog a scratch on the head, then followed by Astrid as he instructed them both to "be good."

"I'm not a dog Henrik!" She giggled, snatching his hand away from her scalp, "Go! Or you'll be late!"

"Okay, okay I'm going! I'll see you in a month." He gave her a chaste kiss and ran to the front door, shoving on his shoes and respirator. He took a deep breath through the filters to make sure they weren't clogged, and then headed out the door into the hall of the apartment building

"I hate these things…"

The building was going to be four floors high according to the notes he was given. The workers were currently putting the frame for the third together. A machine was set up next to the building; it had large, visible gears that pulled at chains to lift the metal beams and wooden planks up for the men and women to use. Henrik watched the workers from his spot on the ground. They all seemed to be doing their job just fine. He took a minute to write down a progress report, walking along the construction zone as he did so. He finished and pressed the blue button on his pen to seal it. He stayed on the lot for a few hours, correcting some of the novice workers on what they were doing wrong and how to fix it. Everything was going great and he was positive the hotel would be finished on schedule.

"Mr. Haddock?"

Henrik turned to face a man taller than himself, he had greyish blue hair, a bit of a beard, and piercing green eyes. His skin was slightly darker than the brunet's and his arms were covered in tribal tattoos, "Yes?"

"We have a bit of an issue." The man said, scratching at the back of his neck while he glanced to the hotel.

"What is it?" Henrik asked with concern in his voice. It was his job to make sure everything went smoothly and if this was something serious, he needed to take care of it fast.

"There is a DynaFox android inside the construction area and it won't leave. I think it was lost or abandoned but its system seems to have gone haywire." The man explained.

"Where is it?"

"It's behind the machine that lifts the supplies."

"Okay, thank you…."Henrik trailed off, not knowing the other's name.

"Aster." He complied. The brunet nodded, giving him a smile before heading off to the lift. Aster watched him go, hands in his pockets.

Sure enough, when he ventured behind the heavy machinery, he met with an android sat on the ground, hugging its knees to its chest and muttering things in what he could only assume was Hungarian. Henrik huffed with annoyance. He moved forward to the robot, tapping it on the shoulder. It immediately shot up straight, turning its head to look at him. It was in terrible shape, its synthetic skin ripped and hanging off in places, revealing copper wires and various technologies. It had also lost most of its hair, and since android hair doesn't grow, Henrik had no idea when it had fallen out.

The robot blinked its eyes, studying him before opening its mouth. "UnidEntified HumAann..n." Its speech card was damaged.

"You need to leave. You are not supposed to be here."

"CanNot reciPRocate oRderr…Uk!"

"Leave." He stated flatly, crossing his arms as he waited. This was going to be more difficult that he assumed, wasn't it?

"CanNOT Respond CorrectLYyy." Its voice seemed to begin to fade and Henrik could see a few sparks fly from an opening on its neck. Next thing the young man knew, the android was powering down and collapsing against him, pushing him back slightly. He threw the DynaFox off him, causing it to hit the dusted ground with a thud. A sudden yank on his left leg caught his attention and he noticed that his pants had gotten caught in the gears of the machine. Panic was the only emotion left in his body, everything else had already ran away.

"Oh no…No no no!" He cried, trying to free his pant leg from the mechanisms. His leg was slowly being pulled in closer to the crushing metal and he pulled harder, but it was no use.

The first thing he heard was the sickening crunch of his own leg as it was pulled into the machine. It felt like someone had released a grenade inside of his calf and the bones were the shards of metal that shot out and destroyed everything in range. He didn't even register the scream that he let out of his own throat, all he knew was that it felt hot, like his leg was burning in a fire that couldn't be put out. He felt tears stream down his face as he fell to the ground. His hands scrambling ahead, grasping for something, anything to stop him from being pulled in further. His leg continued to become for and more mangled within the device. The fire in his leg didn't stop but it seemed to make room for a feeling of utter coldness, like he had frostbite. The sensation of both temperatures was overwhelming and Henrik's body collapsed into sobs.

He couldn't see in his panic, everything was a blur of colour but something was moving in front of him, he could only assume it was the feet of the workers coming over to find out what was happening. He heard the machine being turned off and people shouting to call for help but that was all he remembered before everything went black.

Astrid's tongue poked out a little past her lips as she tied her hair back into a high ponytail. She just finished packing her belongings and was getting ready to go and catch her flight. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, silently debating whether to wear makeup. She shrugged and put on a small amount of foundation, nothing too fancy, just enough to even her skin tone. It was part of her job to travel. She had a high amount of training in self-defence, and she knew how to use weapons such as guns and crossbows. Being an officer was easy for the most part, crime rates were low in Hendrix so it wasn't often she was called to arrest someone. She did however need to travel around the country to train novice officers on how to compete in combat and use their artilleries. They were usually one to three month trips, and sometimes they extended them even longer.

She left the bathroom joined to her and Hiccup's bedroom. Her coat was on the bed next to her suitcase, as well as her laptop bag. Toothless sat by the door, watching her as she hastily walked around to make sure she had everything. She sighed, tossing her cell phone into her coat pocket and zipping up the zippers of both bags. She nodded to herself, grabbing her coat and pulling it over her body; that was everything. She was good to go. She lifted the suitcase from the bed and slung her bag over her shoulder, making her way down the hall of the apartment. Toothless followed right behind her.

She glanced to the dog and smiled, "I'll be back in a month, Toothless. Henrik will take care of you until then." The canine sat down on the floor, tapping his paw against the hardwood in a trained 'yes, I understand.' Astrid poured up a cup of dry food for the dog, knowing he would drink from the toilet sooner than his water dish, and gave him a scratch under the chin. The Doberman licked her face and neck as a sign of good-bye and she was off, grabbing her respirator and heading out.

The blonde walked along the hall of the apartment building, her heels clicking against the floor. It was 10:00 in the morning and her flight was at 11:30, she would need to be quick and avoid anything that could hold her back if she wanted to make it in time. She stopped at the elevator, pressing the button that opened the glass before stepping inside. These elevators were very fast but they had yet to be installed in all buildings. Some, like the building she used to live in, still had the older type. They weren't as fast as the newer models but they both got the job done.

"Hey Astrid! Heading out again?" A voice asked. Astrid turned to see her friend Reagan, who also appeared to be ready to leave. Both girls held respirators in their hands as well as bags carrying their belongings.

"Yeah, I have to go and do some more combat technique training over in Kilgore."

"That's half way across the country." The other blonde commented, she adjusted the strap of her bag, flicking her braided hair behind her shoulder to make it easier to carry.

"I know!" Astrid exclaimed, glancing down to her watch and seeing just how little time she had, "Listen, Reagan, I'd love to chat but I'm running late so I'll call you as soon as I get to Kilgore!"

"Alright," Reagan smiled, waving farewell to her friend as she practically stumbled out the door.

He could hear sirens and rushed talking, he was pretty sure he was being placed on something soft, but he couldn't feel anything. Everything was numb and all he wanted to do was cry. His face was wet and hot, he already had, but he wanted to cry more. Everything was so disorientating. He had no clue where he was or where he was going, let alone what had happened. His thoughts became interrupted when he let out a scream of pain so loud it turned his throat raw. Someone had touched him; something had put pressure on his leg. The sense of touch came rushing back to him a fury of pain. The burning sensation was crawling its way through his skin once more and his hands clenched the sides of whatever surface he was on, a gurney perhaps, it would only make sense.

"No stop! No one touch him!" Was that Aster? He could see the man's head of blue hair rushing about and stopping anyone from getting closer, though it was blurry

"Just get him in the ambulance; we'll get him some anaesthetics soon!"

Henrik closed his eyes again, clenching his teeth as the pain subsided once more, he felt himself moving up and into the ambulance with the help of paramedics. A small prick made itself noticeable as they injected painkillers into his arm to calm him until they reached the hospital.

"Mr. Haddock can you hear me?" A woman's voice.

"Mr. Haddock? Please we are going to help you but you need to stay conscious." A man's.

"Open your eyes please sir!" Both Paramedics.

His pupils dilated, letting in much more light than necessary. The faces of the two paramedics were blurred and he couldn't tell who was speaking. He rolled his head to the side to face the one on his right, squinting as he tried to make out her face. She wasn't looking at him, she was looking at his leg, almost as if she was scared. He didn't want to see how bad it was. Judging by the pain he was feeling, he assumed the worse.

He watched as they continued to pump drugs into his body, it was taking a noticeable effect and his vision was starting to restore. He attempted to sit up, but the female paramedic held him down, her face was one of pure concern and worry.

"Please sir, just stay still." Henrik knew she was trying to speak calmly but he could hear the dread in her voice.

"W-what happened…?" His voice shook considerably.

"Your leg was…crushed…in the gears of the lift."

"Wha-at?" His face felt hot again, water droplets fell from his eyes and he bit at his lip.

"Sir, the doctors will do everything they can but for now all we can ask is that you stay calm and still. Increasing your heart beat will cause more blood loss.."

"…Okay."

Astrid turned her phone off as she sat herself down in her seat on the plane. She had barely made it in time, but thankfully, it just seemed to be her lucky day. She placed the electronic device back in her pocket and pulled out her book she had brought for the long flight. She began to read and was so engrossed in it that she barely noticed a woman sit next to her. At first, she was fine with the company, but then a small child joined them. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly. She hoped that the little boy was well behaved. She had bad experiences with children before, and even if she wanted one or two of her own someday, there were times when she was put to the test with them.

The mother turned to her, seeming to sense her worry. "Don't worry, he's very quiet. Enjoy your book and if he does get fussy I'll take care of it as soon as possible." She smiled, and Astrid smiled back, crossing her legs and getting comfortable once more.

"Attention passengers. This is your pilot speaking. We will be taking off soon. Please turn off all electronic devices and buckle your seatbelts. If it is your first time flying we expect that you pay close attention to our safety tutori-"

'Check and check' Astrid thought, glancing out the window of the jet. This flight was a little more than 3 hours long. It was a good thing she brought the sequel to her book as well.

It was around 11:45 when the plane finally left the ground, 'Henrik should be getting home from work now. Hopefully Toothless didn't leave him any…er…surprises.' The dog had done its business in the house before, and Astrid couldn't help but laugh at the memory of her boyfriend having to yell at his best friend like that. Henrik usually kept calm, it was a shock to see him become so furious.

Henrik stared at the IV sticking out of his hand, he had been situated in the hospital and the doctors had done all they could for now. His leg was stitched and bandaged, but he had asked the nurse to cover it with a blanket. It had been mangled, twisted in all directions; he couldn't even look at it, and to make matters worse the hospital gown was rather uncomfortable.

"Henrik." A small woman poked her head into the room, she held a clipboard against her breast. The white of her clothes clashed with the rainbow streaks she had in her hair, and her smile was stunningly perfect. She approached him slowly, taking her time and watching him with sad, purple eyes. "I'm Dr. Thania, I'll be working with you over the next few weeks." Green eyes stared at her blankly, "We hope to get your leg to heal as well as possible but there is a chance that we may need to amputate it if it becomes irreparable." She said calmly, standing next to him and holding his hand for support.

"What? No, no you can't do that! You need to fix it! I need my leg I can't-" The small woman covered his mouth with her finger, shushing him.

"Henrik, we are going to do everything we can okay? Calm down."

"I don't want to lose my leg…"His voice cracked slightly as he stared down at her hand in his, he clench his fingers around hers a bit tighter, he could feel his heart beat increasing and panic washed over him as he began to hyperventilate.

"N-no! H-Henrik please! It will be ok, I promise! You need to stay calm, don't put too much stress on yourself…"She sat herself down at the edge of his bed, letting go of his hand and pulling him into a hug.

"B-but-"

"I know. I've dealt with patients in your position before, and almost all of them go home with all limbs attached so please, try not to worry." She whispered, rubbing his back soothingly.

Henrik pulled back and looked into her eyes, knowing immediately that she was telling the truth. His shoulders fell from their tensed position and he leaned back a bit more, crossing his arms over his chest. "A-alright…"

Dr. Thania smiled, "We will take the bandage off in a day or two to see how everything is going. We have your IV filled with a special medication that speeds the healing process so we will know what to do soon."

Henrik nodded, "D-do you have a phone or something? I'd like to be able to call my gi-"

"It's all taken care of Dear; we've contacted all of your friends and family."

"Oh okay. Good."

The colourful girl let a small grin come to her face and she stood to take her leave, "You'll be fine. I promise." She reassured him, before making her way out of the room to speak with either another doctor, or another patient.

"If you say so…" Henrik found himself muttering.

Please review if you can~! I love feedback and it helps me to keep stories going~!

Jack will come into the story soon, either chapter 2 or 3.