Chapter 10 – Onesie Day
Just an adorable HiccStrid chapter I thought of. Not much to do with the story, and no songs, but the next chapter will make up for that!
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Astrid POV
It was the first day of the Christmas holidays, around one ish in the afternoon. With just 5 days left to go until Christmas itself. I should have been happy. After all, I'd just broken up from school and I had been made to take a break from revision by my parents and Ingrid, who, as an ex-Knightsbrook student, knows the pressure I'm under and has advised me not to revise constantly because it will kill me. I took her advice, for the first week anyway.
Anyway, I wasn't a happy bunny. My so-called friend Karina has decided she doesn't like Rachel (otherwise known as Ruffnut, twin sister of Thom, who's known as Tuffnut) so she's ditched us to go and hang out with the head girl Heather's group instead. Even now, after the term has ended, my phone is constantly going off with Instagram updates; group selfies mostly. And updates on how they're trying to set her up with Lloyd. Ha! Not going to happen. He has no interest in her whatsoever, he told me himself. I've tried talking to her, she said she hasn't got a problem with me or Madelyn, it's Rachel she has a problem with. But Rachel is my friend and if Karina has a problem with her, she has a problem with me. I was feeling extremely low, like my friends didn't care. Neither Madelyn nor Rachel had texted me, and that wasn't helping.
Then my phone went off again. My notification tone is the Mockingjay whistle from the Hunger Games. I sighed, stayed where I was, lying on my bed, and went to push my phone off my bedside table, thinking it was another Instagram. Then I caught sight of the Snapchat logo in the top of my screen. Karina has Snapchat, but it's very rare she sends me messages on there now. I unlocked my phone and scrolled the notification bar down to discover I had a Snapchat from Hiccup! I pressed it and it came up with a selfie of him wearing a black cat onesie and doing the peace out sign. He was grinning. The message said, 'Fancy a onesie day? Xxx'
I smiled. Then I pressed the reply button and took a selfie, just as I was. I had literally spent the day eating (I eat when I'm depressed) and lying on my bed, as Ingrid was working (she works at the local supermarket on the tills three times a week, one of which is a Saturday) and my parents were out. Anyway, I tapped the message; 'Sounds good. Shall I come to yours? Xxx'
Seconds later I got another reply, a text this time. And it said, 'Yeah. See you in a few. Xxx'
So I put my leopard onesie on (it's not really my style, but it's comfortable) over my leggings and tank top, and then walked out of the house, locking the door behind me. My onesie is one of those ones with feet on the bottom so I didn't need shoes. I ran next door, knocked, he answered and I threw myself into his arms. He wrapped his arms around me and said, "Hey, what's up?" but in a very reassuring way. "One word. Karina." I replied, the tears beginning to well up, long overdue. I buried my face in his shoulder and he led me into his lounge. I sat with my knees to my chin in the corner of his sofa, and he picked a red blanket from the floor and said, "It's a thermal one. The heating's gone, so Dad's gone out to get his phone fixed so he can ring the guy he knows who does that kinda stuff." I said nothing.
He threw the blanket onto the sofa and I pulled it over myself. The tears were still waiting. He plugged it in, switched it on and instantly I felt myself getting warmer. He stood up, and then sat next to me on the sofa, wrapping his arms around me again, and I put my head on his shoulder, the tears released themselves and I was suddenly crying into his shoulder. I don't usually cry, for the record, but I was just going through a really bad time. I'd never had a friend dispute that lasted this long before, I wasn't used to it, and I couldn't take it anymore.
Hiccup POV
I hated seeing her like this. She never cries; this isn't like her at all. Her so-called friend, that Karina, by acting selfishly, has turned my Astrid into someone else. Someone who is depressed and vulnerable. I hated her for that. In fact, I hated her so much I wanted to take Astrid's phone, call her and rant at her, with quite a lot of choice words included.
I didn't, instead I comforted Astrid by rubbing her back in a comforting way, feeling the soft furry material of her onesie. Eventually I moved her head off my shoulder so I could look at her. Her hair was stuck to her face, which was stained with tears; red and blotchy. Luckily she had no makeup on so there wasn't mascara everywhere. I looked right into her eyes; those gorgeous ocean blue eyes, but this time they were sparkling not with laughter, but with tears. I moved the strands of blonde hair that were still stuck to her face. Then I spoke, "Listen to me. You are the strongest girl I have ever met, and you're letting a friend dispute get you down?"
"I just can't deal with it any longer." she finally said. Her voice was clogged with tears and was rather quiet. It broke my heart to hear her speak like that. "It's been going on for too long." she continued, and then dissolved into tears again.
"She's not worth it, Astrid. Karina is not worth wasting your energy." I stated. It was true.
She finally stopped crying, but her voice was still the same. "But she's my friend."
"Not at the moment she's not."
"But I want her back as my friend. She says that if I want her to be my friend, then Madelyn and I should ditch Rachel and go and be in her group. But I hate Heather." The tears were going to start flowing again, but I stopped them before they could.
"I know, I do too. She's so cocky, she thinks she's all this and that when she's really not."
"She thinks she's beautiful, but she would be if she didn't wear all that fake tan." she smiled.
I laughed, this was working. "And if she didn't cake on all that make up. It's so obvious! She gets all this attention from guys because she's so fake; and has a slender figure just because she goes to the gym a lot."
She stopped laughing for a moment and regarded me. "Are you saying you like her figure?"
"No. I wasn't and I don't. It just makes her seem too samey, like half the girls in our year. The reason I love you is because you're different in personality, and proud of it."
She smiled again and said, "Really?"
"Really." I stated, then I leaned my head on the back of the sofa and kissed her. Our lips touched for a few magical moments, her lip balm tasted like strawberries. I felt her respond and her fingers slid to the back of my head, pushing my onesie hood down and tangling themselves in my hair. I moved one of my hands to her waist and the other, after gently pushing her hood down too, into her long blonde hair, which wasn't in it's braid for once.
We had to break for air at some point, so we broke away and she looked at me with a smile. "Thanks." she said, the tears in her eyes no longer there.
"Any time, milady." I said, happy that she wasn't crying any more.
"But what are we going to do about-" she started but I interrupted.
"Nothing. Let her do what she wants and see if she comes crying back to you when her friendship with Heather breaks down."
"But-"
"No buts. It might even be before Christmas." I said, and my eyes moved to look at our Christmas tree. Not the best Christmas tree in the world but it'll do. It's red and gold lights sparkled, and mine and my dad's pretty terrible decorating skills were on display.
"Okay, babe." she said and followed my gaze towards the tree. She giggled and said, "Nice tree."
"Don't judge, just because you have three women in your house that like making your tree look perfect." I said with a laugh.
She shot me a look, and then smiled, "Is that chocolate I can see on it?"
"Ooh, well spotted, milady. Yes, that is chocolate; Cadbury's Dairy Milk to be precise."
She tipped her head to one side and gave me the puppy dog eyes. "Fine." I said smiling and got up, crossing to the tree, to pick two chocolates off it.
"Hurry up, it feels weird without you next to me." she said. "And I have the thermal blanket to myself."
I took the two chocolates and crossed back over to the sofa. "Well, we can't be having that." And got back underneath the thermal blanket next to her. I put one arm around her slender shoulders and handed her a chocolate with the other hand.
Astrid POV
I took the chocolate from him and said, "Thanks, babe." Before deftly opening the wrapper on the chocolate and putting the whole thing in my mouth. I savoured the sweet, sweet taste of the chocolate for about five minutes before swallowing. (I've found that if you do that then the aftertaste lasts longer.) "I love chocolate." I sighed contentedly and put my head on his shoulder, he pulled me into a hug. "I know. I do too." he said.
"I love you." I said, moving my head slightly to look directly into his eyes.
"Love you more." he replied.
"Love you to the moon and back ten thousand times." I started a little competition.
"Love you to the end of the solar system and back a hundred thousand times."
"Love you to the end of the galaxy and back a million times."
"Love you to the end of the universe and back ten million times." he said and I was stuck.
"Okay you win." I said, then we both leaned and kissed again, it lasted longer because of the chocolate! No really, it made the kiss all the more sweet. We only broke for air once, then continued, and only broke again when we heard someone clearing their throat behind us.
We both turned our heads to see two men. One of which was Stoick, who was the one who cleared his throat. He was grinning. The other one was of the same build as Stoick, with a bald head, large blonde moustache, a prosthetic hand and a prosthetic leg. This must have been the guy who Stoick knew who was going to do the heating. He was grinning too. He turned to Stoick and said, "Aw, you got your future daughter in law there, Stoick?"
Stoick laughed and said, "They've only been together a month!"
I was incredibly embarrassed for some reason and I hid my face in the blanket briefly before looking back up. Hiccup looked as if he wanted to do the same, but instead he said, with a nervous laugh that made me smile, "Hey, dad! You got your phone fixed then?"
"Yes." Stoick held the 'e' so it was as if he was talking to his son like he was stupid. Then Hiccup recognized the guy. "Oh, hey Gobber it's you!"
"Yes, well done, Hiccup. Good to see you." Gobber replied and pulled Hiccup into what looked like a breath-quenching hug. Then Hiccup turned to me. "Gobber, this is my girlfriend Astrid. Astrid, this is my dad's best friend and my godfather Gordon. But everyone calls him Gobber."
"Hi." I said simply and he walked over to the sofa and hugged me as well! "I'm so happy my godson finally has a girlfriend. You watch him, he's very accident prone."
I laughed, I like this guy. "I know."
"Hey! I am still here you know." Hiccup interjected and Gobber walked back over to Stoick.
"So would you two mind making out somewhere else, cos Gobber's going to be fixing the boiler in the kitchen." Stoick grinned as he said this. Gobber just smiled.
"Sure, dad." Hiccup said, ginning back. His dad and Gobber pretended to retch, and, shooting them another grin just to wind them up further, got up to switch the thermal blanket off before taking my hand and saying, "Come on, milady. I'll take you back."
"I only live next door, babe!" I said, but took his hand. Stoick and Gobber were still fake-retching.
"Still. Oh and ignore them." he said, flashing one last grin at his dad and godfather. We walked out of his house, holding hands, wearing onesies, which we wore for the rest of the day.
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