I'm awful at beginnings and endings, I'm sorry. This is just a quick drabble I threw out because I could could. This is also the first one I've shared on Tumblr, which is skinnyjeans-bigdreams. You can go check it out if you'd like. B)

Beep, beep, beep. The infernal sound of the fire alarm woke Astrid from her peaceful dreamland. She crawled, half-asleep, from the warm and cozy nest of blankets and pillows from her bed and reached for her phone, shoving it into her pocket as she traipsed out of the door and down the hall to the living room. God, it was three o'clock in the morning. Who ever pulled the fire alarm was going to pay for this. She had classes the next day and she barely got enough sleep as it was. Stupid assholes. The two girls exchanged a tired nod in reluctant greeting and entered the hall, into the sea of people swarming towards the stairs. The cool breeze from the outside doors was a sudden jolt of energy to her brain and Astrid immediately woke up. She parked herself a little way away from the apartment complex and glanced up at the windows of the building. There was no smoke, or any sign that the building was actually on fire, and that just fuelled her anger.

They were supposed to be adults now.

The chilly winter wind enveloped her body and she shivered, late autumn's icy hands snaking up her spine. Standing with nothing more than a hoodie and a pair of thin pyjama bottoms while her warm bed was calling her from inside was infuriating her. Wasn't the fire department supposed to be quick at getting to their calls? People could by dying by now. Astrid shifted her weight to her other leg, her lips pulled into a thin line.

She felt something small dart between her legs and squeaked slightly, jumping upwards. When she glanced down, her eyes landed upon a small, furry bundle of black and a pair of pale green eyes staring up at her. The kitten's small mouth opened when it made a mewling noise, showing bright pink gums littered with shiny white teeth. Seeing the small animal, probably freezing, pulled on her heart strings and she leaned down to scoop it into her arms. The cat immediately relaxed and started purring, curling up and dragging it's tail along her chin.

"Are you cold?" She cooed to it, taking pity and scratching the cat under it's chin. It responded with a purr and snuggled in closer to her chest, it's body heat warming her arms and acting as a protective barrier against the cold.

"Toothless?!" A nasally voice sounded from the crowd of people and the cats ears perked up, it's eyes almost lazily scanning the people. A tall boy, made up of scraggly limbs and crazy auburn hair appeared from the mass, his almost child-like green eyes filled with worry. He seemed to relax the moment he saw the kitten in Astrid's arms and he took a few steps towards her. She'd never seen him or the cat in the apartment before, which wasn't really saying much. She hadn't seen most of the people around her.

"Is he yours?" Astrid spoke first, wiggling the cat out of it's comforting spot to hold him out to the boy. The cat (Toothless?) mewled in protest at being separated from it's new-found warmth.

"Yeah, sorry about him. He bolted out the door as soon as I opened it. I think the fire alarm scared him." The boy's freckled cheeks flushed slightly and a sheepish smile pulled across his face, slightly showing gapped teeth underneath. He took the kitten from her hands and wrapped in his gangly arms, trying to put on a stern face and failing as Toothless rubbed his face against his own.

"He's really sweet." She offered in an attempt to make conversation. For some reason, she felt a pull towards the strong jaw and wide shoulders of this boy, and it was probably a good idea for her to distract herself off the anger aimed towards whoever was responsible for pulling the alarm.

The boy snorted and unzipped his jacket, tucking the bundle of blackness inside so only it's head was peeking out. "You think so now, but try living with him. He can be a spoiled brat" He scratched at the kitten's chin fondly, and it responded by looking up at him with loving eyes.

"Aren't all cats though?" Astrid tucked her hands away into her pockets. "I once heard a saying that said 'cats don't have owners, they have staff."

Another laugh was wrung from his lips and the boy glanced over at her. He nodded his head animatedly, his long fingers never leaving the cat's fur. "That sounds about right."

An awkward silence settled around them, broken only by the sounds of sirens echoing down the street. Bright red lights flashed against the darkness, hurting her eyes. As the fire engine came to a halt in front of the building, she turned back and stuck her hand out to the boy.

"My name's Astrid. I live in apartment 305." She told him. His eyebrows comically lifted into his hair and he stuck his hand out as well to shake hers.

"Hiccup. I'm in 410."

Astrid paused for a minute, then threw him another smile. People were starting to file back into the building.

"Well, if you ever need a pet sitter, you know where to find me." Hiccup's mouth broke into a grin.

"You know, I might just have to take you up on that offer."