Hiccup landed softly but swiftly. Astrid, Snotlout and the twins immediately ran from the table at the centre of the Clubhouse over to him. They had already seen what he had brought back from the island.
"Is that what I think it is?" Snotlout slowed and simply pointed as Astrid helped Hiccup lower the unconscious girl from Toothless.
"Yes, interesting souvenir, my dear peg leg, but I'd have preferred an unturned jar full of water, some confetti and preferably a tiny sculpture of boar."
"Yeah, Hiccup! Not an actual person," Ruffnut turned to her brother, "though I never thought he had it in him…"
"I found her in a cave off the eastern side of the mountain, an old mine shaft, she…she was being protected. By a dragon." Astrid had finished laying the girl's head on a pillow and looked up in shock.
"What type could be that trusting? You don't think she could have trained it and then gotten hurt?"
"I couldn't tell, it…it looked like Toothless..."
The twins had shuffled over to the girl and begun to hypothesis over her odd appearance and story.
"She could be in costume"
"Or in a club for women lying on beds with books?
"Look at the artistry, how'd she get all those colours on the black fabric?"
"It must be a lost art…"
"Hey, you two leave her alone!" Astrid turned to order, ushering the twins away. Leaning down she went to check the girl's temperature, then turned to Hiccup. "She's so cold."
"Well, I did find her in the freezing wilderness, set her up in my hut with a fire, I hardly use it nowadays anyway." And with this he leapt back on Toothless. "I've gotta get back to Fishlegs and Gobber. Let me know when she wakes up!" The last part was shouted as he soared off towards Berk, before Astrid had a chance to protest. She turned back to the patient and sighed.
"Snotlout, help me get her on Stormfly's back-"
"Why me?!" He interrupted.
"Because who else is here to help?" She retorted. The twins side stepped away, Tuffnut whistling innocently.
Once the two had her on the dragon, Astrid flew her to Hiccups hut and laid her to bed. Astrid was fiercely protective of her beau's home, wanting to keep it ready for him when he needed it and uncompromised by the twins. She had wished he'd visit more but knew for the time being they were going to just need to be apart. They had responsibilities, they were growing up and she needed to swallow her pride and deal with it. Even if it meant another girl sleeping in his bed instead of the man himself. She lit the fire and flew back to finish twin-proofing the migration plans for the third time.