I'm really on a roll with this story. A huge thanks to everyone who has reviewed, followed, faved,or even just taken a look at this silly lil story. So far, I haven't included a dislaimer, so-
DISLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN COCA COLA, COKE, OR HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON.
Wew, got that out of the way. Now, time for R the R!
Zexalloverforever39: The story will continue to tell us about our adorable dorks. I can't guarantee Hiccups safety though! Thankyou so much for your review (:
Aiacco: I only just searched what chapeau means. Respect to you too for leaving such an awesome review! A six meter Astrid would be cool, but this is HTTYD, not Attack on Titan (: By the way, Astrid's Mother is the tall one, but I'm going to stick to Astrid's canon height for this story. Thankyou for your great review (:
Okie dokie. Its time we got down to the nitty gritty. I introduce you to- THE THORSTONS.
Two lanky teenagers lumbered down the road. Cigarettes hung from both of their lips, bottles of drink clutched in their hands. One of them held a chicken.
"Hey, chicken! I'm your Daddy! That's right, cluck away my lovely!"
Tuffnut Thorston giggled slightly, snorting, and spraying mucus everywhere. Ruffnut groaned.
"Get your "sweetly pie" outta my face, you spanner" Tuff stopped abruptly, his darling clenched within his arms.
"How dare you call my daughter a sweet pie. Lay your filthy hands off my child! She shall not be cooked into a tasty delicacy, not even by my own blood! BE GONE, FOUL WENCH!"
Ruff shook her head, flinging the beer can away, before sticking her cigarette behind her ear, and jamming her hands in her pocket. She waltzed off into a dark alley way, not even looking back.
The street was eerily silent. The sky seemed pitch black, and there were no working street lamps. Tuff shivered, holding onto his adopted daughter. She clucked, before jumping from his arms, and toddling off.
"RUFF! WAIT FOR ME!"
Ruffnut grinned, before getting up from her slouch against a wall, and staggered back to her hopeless brother. Stupid idiot.
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Oh boy. It was cold. So damn cold. Astrid couldn't go home, though. She knew what would come. The same, tense, apologetic looks , the gentle words... Not again. Not tonight.
Astrid rubbed her teary eyes dry with the heels of her hands. The nights wind stung her wet body. She looked up at the stars, and kept looking till they burned at her eyes. They were beautiful.
Flipping good for them.
Standing up, Astrid began walking. She was going-
"AHHHHHHHHH! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?"
It was the voice again. Oh, for Thors sake, Astrid really didn't care anymore. If her mind was creating an imaginairy Hiccup friend for her, what the heck.
Astrid looked down, nodding to herself as she saw the familiar red bottle. Yup. She was crazy.
"The God's hate me. Probably have some kinda vendetta against me. Do I owe them a loan or something? A loan of total misery of despair, cos if I do, they can stick it up their-"
"Hiccup, stop babbling. I'm tired, an I'm hungry. I'm also losin' ma mind. I keep seeing a coke bottle with yer mug on it." Astrid's watered down Scottish accent cut through Hiccup's threat.
"Now, I'm gonna try an pick ye up, but my hand gunna pass straight through yer, right?"
Hiccups face looked up at her. Eyes brows poking out of a coke bottle wrapper sent shivers down Astrids spine. It was like some creepy Disney film.
"Nope. Don't think so, milady. I'm pretty solid."
Astrid reached down to touch Hiccup. Yep. Still there.
"At least tell me ya gunna grant me three wishes."
"I can give you the strength of study papers, the wealth of knowledge, and the gift of good animes."
"Thought not."
With trembling legs, Astrid tottered to a gutter, before relieving the meagre contents of her stomach.
"I'm pre-tty sure I saw some coke in that."
"If ya don shut up now, ya gonna see yer freckled face in their too. Now, spill."
"I think you've already done the honours."
A high pitched scream erupted. It wasn't Astrid's.