"Whoever is in there, open this door now!" Astrid exclaimed, pushing on the door to the shower. No reply. Well, if they want it this way... She thought, steeling herself and backing away from the wall. She rant owards the door and threw herself into it with vigour.

The door shattered under her strength and Astrid tumbled through it, slipping and stumbling in the water and splinters of wood. She looked down and saw that the blood was coming from the only occupied cubicle, the first one. She tried that door. Locked. Of course it was locked, you idiot Astrid! She mentally reprimanded herself.

Well, no lock would stand in the way of Astrid Hofferson!

She threw herself at this door, but this door was stronger. She collided with the strong wood with a crack. She would definitely have a bruise later. Well, try again.

And again.

And again.

This door just wouldn't give, however hard she tried.

There was more blood in the water than ever.

-?-

"Where can she be?"

Tuffnut flipped the key in his hand as the twins wandered down the empty school corridors. It was then that they heard the large crash, and the exclamation.

"Son of a half-grown rat-eating munge bucket!"

"Just follow the sound of the angry Astrid!" Ruffnut winked and they set off towards the showers.

-?-

Astrid flopped against the door, panting. It wouldn't give. She needed help. Whoever that was in there was dying! Speaking of whoever, she didn't even know who it was that was in there! So, she put her eye to the crack in the door, and tried her best to see in while she recovered her energy.

But she couldn't see.

Scratch that, she thought wearily.

It was then that Ruffnut and Tuffnut came in through what was once the door.

"Oh, hey Astrid! Why are you so... Oh." Ruffnut spotted the bloody floor.

"Exactly." Panted Astrid. "Give me a hand!"

Ruff and Tuff, for once, did not make stupid jokes or do anything equally annoying. They just squared up to the door, and winked at each other, and charged.

The door caved in without a struggle under the twin-power. Astrid rushed in, to see.

"Hiccup..." She breathed.

3 Days Later

"You did the right thing, darling." Beka put her arm 'round Astrid comfortingly. "He's safe in hospital now."

Since the incident, Astrid had been, well, volatile. She was liable to explode without a moment's notice, and had been shut-up as a clam on the subject of Hiccup.

"I'm sure he'll be fine." Beka guided Astrid to the living room sofa and they sat down together.

"But, Mum..." Astrid mumbled. "There was so much blood..."

"It's all over now."

"But we don't even know if he's going to make it."

"I'm sure he'll be fine." Beka smiled comfortingly, and Astrid snuggled up next to her, dozing off.