still don't own HTTYD

rated T

"'Ey boy, yur gurl is 'ere. I'll be gettin' some mead fr'm te hall. Don't burn te place down, ya hear!" Gobber said before heading out of the forge.

Hiccup put the sword back onto the coals, still trying to bend it back into shape after someone's dragon decided to use it as a chew toy. Astrid strolled into the forge and sat down on the stool by Hiccup "Hey" she said smiling at him, her legs dangling off of the seat.

"Hi" Hiccup said and grinned at himself, giving himself a mental high five for not sounding like an imbecile.

"You know, Gobber should really stop calling me your girl" she said, glaring a bit at the door.

"You know him, he says what he sees and doesn't give a damn. If you want to tell him off it's your head" Hiccup explained.

"Are you saying I can't take him?" she asked, turning her glare towards Hiccup before they both started laughing, knowing full well that gobber would just grab her up by the hook and leave her on the wall somewhere. He's already done that to Hiccup, multiple times.

"Besides, you are my girl" Hiccup said with far too much confidence, which resulted in a bruised arm but yet another one of Astrid's signiture punches. "Will you stop that" he complained, rubbing his arm.

"Baby" she mutted and blew her bangs out of her eyes "And just because we're seeing each other and have that damn contract doesn't mean anyone has the right to call me your girl. I am a human being you know, not like the nadder's head on your father's shelf"

He knew how to diffuse this type of girl rage pretty well, especially since it had been three months since he had woken up and she had kissed him that first time. Hiccup leaned over and played with her braid gently, smiling down at her. Yep, he had definitely gotten taller since then. "I know you're not a prize, and I'm lucky to have someone like you. Don't worry about Gobber or what the others think because at the end of the day you get to do whatever you want. And if they won't shut up, especially snotlout, then I suggest using your great aim to your advantage" he said and winked at her.

Astrid hated to admit it, but she melted whenever he did that whole hair thing and when he winked... she shivered slight and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You know, if I was a prize, which I'm not!- I'm really glad you're the one that won me" she admitted.

"Is that the almighty astrid Hofferson admitting that she likes me?" Hiccup asked, faking surprise. She always had these little ways of explaining that she liked him as much as he liked her, but she would never outright admit it. This time Hiccup saw the punch coming and was able to grab her fist right before it connected with his shoulder.

"Hey, I was using that"

"Well, now I am" he said with a smirk.

"You know, you've been kind of cocky lately" Astrid noted, raising an eyebrow at him. "Just because our parents got that stupid contract signed doesn't mean you get to start acting like all of the vikings. Where's the mumbling idiot that I love?" she asked and blushed brightly.

"Di- did you just... did you say what I uhm, thought you , uh, said?" he asked.

"See? That!" she said, gesturing to all of him. "That's what I'm referring to" she said with a smile, hoping he wouldn't hold that slip up over her head.

"You just gestured to all of me"

She just rolled her eyes and stood up, somewhat pushing him out of the way. "Yes, I did. And don't make me regret what I said" she said and punched him in the arm.

"Is it always going to be like this?" he asked with a small smile.

She couldn't help but smile too, remembering the first time he had said that. She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips. Wait, she leaned up? She backed up a bit to look at him thoroughly.

"Why are you looking at me like I'm your dinner?" he asked, backing up a bit.

"Stay still, I'm looking at something" she said, which caused Hiccup to blush. Astrid looked him up and down and realized something, Hiccup was actually hot. He had finally gone through a growth spurt, now almost a full head taller than her. His shoulders had widened a bit, no longer a toothpick, but definitely not a viking either. "take off your shirt" she demanded, still looking at him with that intense gaze.

"What?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to cover himself up. "Astrid, wha- what are you doing? Hey hey hey, that's my- ahh, Astrid!" he said as she had now come over and was trying to get the tunic off of him herself.

"C'mon! I just want to look at what I'm working with"

"working with? I was unaware that we were 'working' at all" he said confused, still trying to keep her hands off of him.

Astrid backed away and pouted "When did you get so strong?" she asked, arms across her chest.

"hey! What's that supposed to mean? Just because I'm a toothpick doesn't mean I don't have some semblance of muscle mass" he explained, going back to work on the sword, hammering out the different bends. If he didn't at least get this done then Gobbber was going to put him on the wall, again.

"I like when you're you. Much better than when you're going all Snotlout on me" she explained, going back to the stool.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, still hammering away at the blasted sword.

"I don't like when you get all cocky and smirky at me, I like when you're saying big words and phrases that half the people here don't understand and I like when you're all shy and rambling. And I will not repeat any of that nor will I ever admit I said any of that. And if I find out that you told anyone well... you might end up looking like that sword" she said and grinned when she saw Hiccup cringe at that last part, knowing full well that she was in fact able to do that to him.

"Thank you for summing that up" he said and finished the sword a little while later. He noticed Astrid had fallen asleep in the chair, her head resting on her arms atop of the one workbench.

He took the apron off and walked over to her, about to wake her when he realized something. She was talking in her sleep. Well, more like moaning. Not just moaning though, she was... wait, was she? wow, she was moaning Hiccup's name.

am I hearing things? he asked himself before tapping her shoulder lightly, groaning when she elbowed him in the stomach.

"Jeez Hiccup, didn't you dad ever teach you not to wake up a sleeping viking?" she asked, when she saw him practically fetal position on the ground. "Besides, why did you wake me? I was..." dreaming about you "Comfortable" she finished instead.

"oh, I could tell" he said, stepping out of range a bit before adding "You talk in your sleep by the way" he said shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. He was a tad cocky considering Astrid was moaning his name in her sleep. But what if it wasn't that kind of dream? What if he heard incorrectly. The look on her face though answered both of his questions.