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My arm wasn't broken, but honestly, it might as well have been. Everyone thought it was broken, no matter what I told them. It was a shoulder sprain, not nearly as bad as a broken arm but I had to wear a sling for three weeks, and to most people a sling just meant a broken arm. Everyone suddenly knew who I was, though I knew it was temporary, I was well known around campus as 'the kid who broke his arm wrestling with Astrid', and yes, people really called me that. I guess 'the kid who broke his arm, arm wrestling with Astrid' was too much of a mouthful, and before first period the next day, I was 'the kid dumb enough to get into a fight with Astrid'. My incredible luck really astounded me sometimes.

"Why'd you even agree to it?" Fishlegs asked as he typed away on his computer.

I rubbed the bridge of my nose. "I've been asking myself the same question all day." Chickenshit would have been better, way better, than being remembered for this. "Did you hear anything while I was in class?"

"Oh, plenty," he said. "Snotlout certainly enjoyed it, he was prancing around cracking jokes about it, I think it actually made him like Astrid more."

"And Astrid?"

"Nothing from her, she isn't really that talkative."

I could feel excess embarrassment and shame creeping over me. Of course Astrid didn't say anything, why would she care? She had only said two things to me, 'Did I hurt you?' and after my broken arm proclamation she blurted out a simple 'You serious?'. After a few people had disregarded my injury saying things like 'Oh please, you're fine' or 'You just need a workout' I decided to leave, and once I had returned, arm in sling, I got quite a few laughs to the face. Apparently their disbelief followed by my injury being real, was funny to them. Maybe it was funny to Astrid too, but it was probably more likely that she didn't give a rat's ass about it. My ringtone went off and I pulled it out of my pocket. "Great." An even deeper scowl spread across my face as I answered the phone. "Dad, hey."

"The hospital called, you broke your arm?"

"Shoulder sprain," I corrected.

"What happened? How did you break it?"

I sighed. "I sprained it."

"How did it happen, Hiccup."

"I was arm wrestling."

"You can't arm wrestle."

"Yeah, I figured that out, thanks," Fishlegs gave me a questioning expression from across the room and I returned it by mouthing 'blah blah blah'. "Dad, I have to study, and you're taking up my only usable arm."

"Be careful alright? No more arm wrestling."

"Ok, bye."

"And try not to move it for a while."

"Ok, bye," I repeated more sternly before hanging up. I leaned back onto my bed. "I should start looking for a new place to stay."

"Just because of the broken arm thing?"

"Sprained," I corrected.

Fishlegs shook his head. "It'll be fine, the whole thing will blow over before you know it."

Maybe the arm had something to do with it, I'll admit it, I was considering staying. This whole dumb situation made me realize that this fantasy I had built in my mind, of sticking around and eventually getting to know Astrid was a lost cause to begin with. I'd like to think any chance I had with her was buried that day, but if I wanted to be honest with myself, I never had a chance in the first place. I had been delusional, blinded by her pretty face and her long legs.

"Hey, there's no need to sit around here and feel shitty about it, let's go out or something, get something to eat."

I sat up and stood from my bed. "Yeah, you're probably right."

We left the dorms and began walking towards the subway, it was pretty cool out, still autumn weather. "What do you want to get?" I asked as we reached the crosswalk. "Pizza?"

"There's a really good food truck over there, everyone around here eats there," Fishlegs said gesturing with his elbow, while keeping his hands in his pockets. "They have hot dogs, burgers, lots of stuff."

I looked in the direction he had pointed to, and I saw Astrid, Ruffnut, and Tuffnut standing by the truck eating burgers as they chatted. My stomach clenched up and I instinctively shuffled a little behind Fishlegs. Then to my horror she turned around and looked over at me, my eyes darted down to my shoes. Shit. She caught me looking at her, she probably thinks I'm creepy, if I go over there now I will look even more like a creep. "Uh, I don't really feel like truck food, can we go somewhere else?" I said to Fishlegs while trying to keep myself from looking towards her.

"Sure."

Today was a long day, I woke up early for soccer practice followed immediately by the swim team tryouts, then two lectures and finally tennis practice. I wanted junk food and a long nap. I began walking towards the dorms, a textbook tucked under one arm and a duffle bag hanging off of the other. I could hear my phone buzzing from inside my bag as I climbed up the stairs, I ignored it, it was probably one of my parents calling again and I didn't have the energy to deal with them today. Tuffnut was standing half in the hall, half inside my room talking to Ruff.

"Hey, we were waiting for you," Ruffnut said grabbing her purse off of her bed. "Burgers, my treat."

I sighed throwing my stuff onto the floor. "Thank the gods."

"No, thank Ruffnut," she said smirking at me as she closed the door and locked it.

I eyed Tuffnut. "Is-"

"Snotlout isn't coming," she assured me as we made our way out of the building. "It wouldn't be much of a break if he did."

"You didn't tell him?" I asked Tuffnut.

He shrugged and gave me a crooked smile. "My loyalties lie in my stomach."

"What's the occasion then?" I asked as we reached the intersection.

Ruffnut pressed the walk button. "The occasion is that I don't want you to die from starvation, with the amount of time you spend working out you should be eating double the amount of a normal person," she said looking over me. "You're so damn thin."

"I have to be for track," I said defensively. "And you don't have to buy me food because of it."

She held up a flat palm. "It's fine, at the moment I happen to have more money than you, and given my art major that probably won't last." I laughed. "You can buy me plenty of burgers when you're a wealthy star athlete."

We walked up to the food truck and Ruffnut started ordering. "Nice job yesterday by the way," Tuffnut said.

I cocked an eyebrow. "It was just an arm wrestling match, the guy was obviously not very strong."

"No, I meant about his arm."

"What about it?"

"It's broken, you know."

I crossed my arms. "What? No it's not, you said so yourself. He's just not used to arm wrestling right?" Tuffnut snickered "Don't mess with me, you can't break someone's arm that easily."

"It's true, he came back from the hospital last night," Tuffnut said. "Ask around, everyone knows about it."

"Right," I scoffed. "It's impossible for anyone to be strong enough to break an arm like that," Ruffnut walked back to us and handed each of us a burger. "Ruff tell him I didn't break that guys arm."

"What, the kid from yesterday?"

"Yeah."

"No, man, he came back in a sling."

My mouth hung open. "You're kidding."

"I swear," Ruffnut said taking a bite out of her burger. "You should've seen Snotlout, it cracked him up, he was telling everyone on campus about it."

I lowered my face into my free hand. "Gods, he wasn't bugging the poor guy was he?"

"Naw," Tuffnut said through chomps. "I mean, he was making fun of him, but not to his face or anything."

I looked down at my burger, then back up at Ruffnut and Tuffnut. "You think I should apologize or something?"

"Hey, speak of the devil," Tuff said looking off into the distance. I turned around and saw him standing there across the street, his right arm in a sling waiting for the light to change. He noticed my gaze instantly and looked away, he turned to the boy beside him and they wandered off down the street.

"Shit, he's probably scared of me now," I took a bite from my burger. "I hate apologizing."

Sorry there wasn't much Hiccup-Astrid interaction, there will be more next chapter! Thanks for reading :)