Falling for Him
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This is where Astrid finally talks to Hiccup after he brings Toothless to the workshop to get untangled. I'm not too sure about how I did the conflicting emotions in here, so please let me know if I completely screwed it up so I can fix it. I do not own the ideas for the dialogue.
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I took a deep breath as I headed toward Gobber's workshop, where Hiccup could usually be found. The past few days, he had suddenly become talented in dragon fighting, making him the star pupil of the class. And as much as I hated to admit it, I felt that he'd been up to something unfavorable, which was not okay no matter how I felt about him. First of all, he always disappeared from training early and arrived late. He never used any weapons during battle practice, yet the giant animals didn't dare to lay a tooth on him. But not only the dragons were changing; the other students were, too. Suddenly, they were all taking an interest in him - or his skills, at least. And though they prodded him for his secrets, he never had an answer. Suspicious? I thought yes.
"Hiccup?" I called softly as I approached the workshop.
There was no response except for a few loud noises.
"Hiccup, I know you're in there."
It was then that Hiccup walked out, hurriedly slamming the door behind him. "Oh, hey...uh...hi Astrid. Hi Astrid. Hi...Astrid." He blushed and gave me one of his crooked grins. If this wasn't the cutest thing ever, I didn't know what was.
I felt a small smile creep upon my lips. For a short second, we simply stared at each other.
"Uh..." he started.
Remembering that I was supposed to be interrogating him, I put on a straight face. "Normally, I don't care what people do, but you're acting weird. Well, weirder."
He looked flustered. Before he could respond, he disappeared through the window of the shop, causing the shutters to slam in my face and leaving me thoroughly confused. Well, that had gone just fine. I had gotten no answers and probably had made myself look stupid in front of him.
"Hiccup?" I peeked inside, only to be met with darkness. What was going on with him? Had I been too harsh? That hadn't really been my intention, as it had only been the two of us alone. Wait, maybe that was it. Perhaps I had made him nervous. The thought caused me to smile. If that was the case, then there was a chance that he liked me! Chewing on my lip, I turned around and began the walk back to my house.
As I lay in bed that night, I couldn't help fully putting aside my suspicions about Hiccup and thinking instead about our brief conversation - if it could even be called that. My imagination began to show me scenes of what our future could be like. However, I knew it could never come true. Even if he did have a crush on me as I did him, it would never go anywhere. Vikings had a way of marrying for social status reasons, and seeing as my family was far from rich, it would never work. I mean, Hiccup was the chief's son! Only a girl of high status could claim him, no matter how adorably awkward he was. She would probably be wealthy, good at sewing, skilled in the kitchen, and absolutely beautiful - all the things I wasn't. Sometimes I hated customs. Then again, I was really hating myself for even thinking of having a relationship with - let alone marrying - Hiccup.
Holding back tears of frustration, I took my axe and snuck off into the woods, ready to take my whirl of emotions out on the trees.
