AN: Some people wanted a part two. So here, have a part two.
Jealous boyfriend mode
activated.

Chapter Two::
Late Night Revelations

Hiccup walked through the rows of houses from the forge, heading on his way home. Good was an understatement for how high his spirits were. He was still slightly drunk off the taste of his girlfriend's lips, his good mood attributed to the fun they just had. He reached up to rest his hands on the back of his neck, his tongue darting out to run along his lower lip as if to clear the lingering remains of her taste on his lips. Everything had gone according to plan- well, mostly everything.

Eret interrupting them hadn't been exactly planned, but it was more embarrassing then anything else. He was starting to wonder if the Gods didn't just enjoy putting him in uncomfortable situations. Odin knows they'd sent his peers in to interrupt him and Astrid more than he'd like to think about. Eret's reactions were by far his favourite, though, as they usually didn't involve crude innuendos from the Twins or Snotlout's pestering for more information about Astrid's body. Hiccup felt a soft blush pull across his cheeks at the thought of the questions his cousin had asked. The drunker he got, the more adventurous Snotlout's questions became. Hiccup shook his head to clear the thoughts.

Eret did nothing more then snicker and look slightly pissed off. The young chief couldn't really figure out why the ex-trapper disliked him. Over time the other Viking became more and more distant, completely shutting himself away from the chief the day he'd assigned Astrid to coach him on how to direct Skullcrusher. It was a strange turn of events, since Eret seemed happy with Hiccup's peace offering of Skullcrusher immediately after the battle. Maybe it had to do with the ego- the only reason Hiccup could come up with was that Eret was used to being "the best dragon wrangler out there!" Hiccup suddenly had the fame (not the he wanted it) from defeating Drago and Eret wasn't liking it.

Hiccup turned down an alleyway between the back of two rows of houses, taking a short cut back home. He hoped his mother was off flying Cloudjumper- his body was exhausted from all of the days jobs and activities that he wanted nothing more then to sleep. Talking to his mom wasn't something he wanted to do. His soft furs were calling him from here.

His green eyes detected something in the darkness in front of him and he squinted, trying to make sense of the figures. He could faintly detect the sound of talking, which meant they were Vikings. All three were sitting on the ground in a small circle. The words were too slurred and too far for him to hear what they were saying. They hadn't seemed to notice him, so he continued on his way. Whoever it was, he didn't need to eavesdrop. It was none of his business, and eavesdropping was a waste of his time. He walked down the alley towards them, keeping his gaze pointedly fixed on the turn where the alley would bring him to the hill in front of his house. He was just about to turn when he heard a familiar voice.

"...Astrid." It was Eret's distinct accent, ringing through the darkness. Hiccup blinked slightly and ducked down beside a house, peeking out around the corner. His eyes noticed the shape- large arms, square face. He was holding something in one hand, and from the slurred sound of his voice he assumed it was some sort of alcohol.

"Yeah, man. I know." His cousin's voice followed behind him and Hiccup couldn't help it. He had to stay and listen. After all, it was kind of his business when his girlfriend was involved. He slid down the ground to his knees, watching the three figures with eyes full of curiosity. He could make out the third figure now- it was the tall, slender shape of Tuffnut. He wasn't surprised, really. All three of them had quite a bit in common- girls, muscles, having huge egos. They were the same reason Hiccup could never bond with any of them.

"It just isn't fair. Why does he get all of it?" Eret lifted the bottle to his lips, his voice full of frustration. "He gets to be the hero, the chiefdom, and he gets the girl."

What was he talking about? Hiccup's mind went into overdrive, trying to figure out what piece of the conversation he was missing. If Eret wanted the chiefdom, then Thor let him have it. Hiccup knew it was far more trouble then it was worth to run a village full of hard-headed Vikings with violent behaviours. If he hadn't had Astrid, he probably would have fallen apart a week into his new job. Astrid. He mentioned getting the girl? Suddenly, everything sunk in and Hiccup realized why Eret had a grudge against him for so long.

The way Eret's face lit up when Astrid walked in, but dropped when she took her spot beside Hiccup. How happy he was to get a job working with Astrid when they were cleaning up the ice. How eager he was to start learning to ride Skullcrusher when she was given to him as his coach. How angry he got whenever he interrupted them doing something more than just kissing. Hiccup's lips pressed into an angry line.

He couldn't blame the other Viking for wanting his girlfriend- really. She was gorgeous, and fiery, and flawless. Sometimes Hiccup wondered if she was a Valkyrie sent from Valhalla to live in Berk and torture them all. However, he couldn't help but feel a burst of jealousy and fury. It wasn't Hiccup's fault that Astrid picked him. And the other Viking certainly wasn't entitled to the blonde like he seemed to think he was. Astrid wasn't some doll they should fight over like young children.

"What does she see in him, anyway? He's barely more than a toothpick." Eret was motioning drunkenly with his arms. "The lad doesn't even have two legs!"

"Well, maybe you should show her what she's missing." Snotlout lifted his bottle and took another swig.

That was it, that did it for Hiccup. He couldn't listen any more. Standing up, he placed his hands on his hips and cleared his throat loudly. Snotlout's jaw dropped at the sight of his cousin, and Eret looked far too guilty. Tuffnut, who'd been quiet throughout the entire situation, was the only one who pulled a grin towards the intruder.

"Heeeeeeeey, Hiccup." The male Thorston wiggled his eyebrows.

"How long have you been standing there?" Eret stared up at his chief.

"Oh, you know, long enough to figure out that you think you're entitled to my girlfriend." Hiccup's voice seethed with sarcasm, his happy mood from earlier all but forgotten in his sudden rage.

Eret opened his mouth to reply, but Hiccup cut him off. "She isn't just a prize- something you get because you're suddenly on the good side." He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and he pointed his finger towards the taller Viking. "She has feelings." His fists clenched at his side and he took a deep breath, shaking his head.

"But really, if you think you can win her away from me, then be my guest." He hissed through his teeth, his green eyes burning with anger. He spun around on his metal foot, ignoring Snotlout's calling after him.

Game on, Eret.

Game on.

Hiccup being a protective little shit and some late night secret Club Manly meetings. :D I hope this was okay. Sorry for the shortness of it.