A.N.: This story is an AU. Modern AU

Hiccup awakened from the daydream he was having. Probably, anytime soon, the teacher would ask him a question.

"So, Mr. Horrendous, as you have been extremely attentive on this class, can you tell us what are the metamorphism factors responsible for turning limestone into marble?"

He was right. He didn't even knew why had he subscribed to this class. Geology wasn't for him.

"I think they are, uhm, temperature and..."

Fortunately for him, an holy-spirit of ear whispered: FLUIDS!

"...and fluids."

"Correct" the teacher seemed almost disappointed.

When the lesson ended, he looked backwards to discover his saviour. A redheaded girl with blue lakes as eyes was preparing her things to go out.

"Hey."

She looked at him.

"I just wanted to thank you."

"All right. Ya're not very good, aren't ya?!

"No, not really..."

"...A am. Do you want some help?"

"Of course! I need to get at least a C to go to the course I want next year! Would you do that for me?"

"Nay. A could do it for meself. The psychologist says that A need to get friends... As if friends are more interesting than Angus... If A help ya, she would let me alone. So, this afternoon at the library?" She shot all this information in less than three seconds.

"Wait, I...but the library..."

Ya don't want it there? Fine! In the Student's Room, after lunch. See ya!"

Like everything on her, she flew promptly past the door to her next class. He was astonished how could someone be so quick, but shrugged his shoulders and went out.

Ather luch, that afternoon, he met her to study.

He learnt everything there was to know about rocks on those hours. They spoke, they ate, they read and, when the sun was almost gone, they finally finished.

"For Valhalla, I tought we would never finish!" He was feeling dizzy, like if he was drunk.

"Ya had no reason to be so bad. Ya're a good learner."

"Only if I'm captivated. If the teacher is bad, I am even worse. I tried before, but without a goal, I can't do anything."

"Does that mean I captivated ya?"

Well, she had. Nobody could be indifferente to that flaming hair, or the eyes, as blue as the sky, and he wouldn't even start on the freckles or the neck. He didn't know why, but it was making him crazy.

"Do you really want to know?"
"Nay. Maybe A don't need it"

She was leaning closer. Her eyes were wide-open, her mouth ajar, the lips separating softly.

He couldn't keep his eyes off all her godly grace while doing this.

"Tell me then, student-boy, are ya gonna kiss me or not?"

Oh, but you were so shy, so was I
Maybe that's why it was so hard to believe
When you smiled and said to me
"Are you gonna kiss me or not?