A/N: Hello! As I've said, updates got slower because I am so busy with school, right now. :\ I have to close requests as of today because I am overwhelmed by so many amazing prompts and requests here and on Tumblr, so until I can finish most of them, I won't be accepting more requests.

Guys, when I say I'm not accepting prompts, at the moment, I mean it... :\

Disclaimer: HTTYD is property of DreamWorks Animation and Cressida Cowell.

Prompt: "i have read the "best friends with benefits" hiccstrid drabble (it was perf by the way) so i was wondering if you could do a drabble like how it will lead to this (maybe the evening before this happened their talk or something," sent by whatever-fangirl on Tumblr.

Summary: Prequel of the first drabble, Maybe. How Hiccup and Astrid became best friends with benefits.

Rated: T for implied sexy time, but, of course, nothing descriptive.

Lust or Love?

"I can't believe him!" Astrid huffed as she paced across her room. Hiccup had asked her what was wrong on the phone, hearing her voice made it clear that she was crying or hurt. She asked him if he could come over, and he did.

Hiccup didn't like seeing her so mad and hurt at the same time, especially over a guy who had just broken her heart. She was dating this guy for almost a year before finding out he had another girlfriend the entire time. She was just his toy for when the other girl wasn't around. He didn't care for her. And it made her feel so stupid for thinking she fell in love with him

She groaned as she sat beside Hiccup on her bed, resting her head on his shoulder. "I've never felt so stupid. I hate this feeling," she said, her voice soft.

Hiccup laid his head gently above hers, rubbing her back to comfort her. "You're not stupid. You're the smartest girl I know." And he was telling the truth. She may have never known, but he, her best friend, had loved her, and by love, it was the romantic love. Of course he had never told her. He thought she would never reciprocate his feelings.

Because she was Astrid, the best female athlete at school, one of the smartest students.

And he was Hiccup, just Hiccup.

People had wondered how they were even friends, and there were people who envied him due to the fact that they were best friends. No one understood their friendship. More so if they were a couple. Like that were to ever happen.

She was Astrid.

He was Hiccup.

He continued rubbing her back in comfort, kissing her forehead, as well. "Hey, you don't need him. If he was stupid enough to play you, then he definitely wasn't worth it." He gave her a warm smile.

She smiled back.

"And you can kick his ass any day. He doesn't stand a chance against Fearless Astrid Hofferson."

She laughed. "Thanks, Hiccup," she said, looking at him. "Dorky as you are, you're still better than most guys."

Hiccup smiled. "I just have so much manliness contained."

"Oh, it's contained, alright."

They both laughed. They continued their conversation with different topics, finding a way to squeeze in some wine they got from the fridge downstairs. Needless to say, they were lost in the alcohol.

"Okay, okay," she laughed. "If there was anyone you'd bang, who'd it be?"

"Anyone?" He slurred. "Hm, as in anyone, anyone?"

"Yes!"

He motioned for her to come closer and whispered in her ear. Her eyes widened as a response. She stared at him, obviously stunned. "Are you se…"

He nodded slowly. "Yes, I am."

They sat there in complete silence for a moment before they crashed their lips together, in hunger and passion.

Their clothes somehow scattered on the floor. Their bodies were moving as one. If hesitance or guilt had crossed their minds at that moment, it was ignored. The thought of whether or not it would ruin their friendship didn't cross their minds. At that moment, it was Hiccup and Astrid.

The next morning was awkward. The two didn't speak much. Astrid just put on her clothes, spoke a few words with him and left, embarrassed at what had occurred the night before.

Hiccup, on the other hand, felt a mixture of worry and joy. He didn't know what was to come, and he certainly hope she didn't regret it. But in his head, he knew that regret was inevitable.

Regret might've passed through the girl's mind, but as the days progressed, she didn't care. Somehow she always found herself going back to him. She didn't know if it was because she lusted for him or loved him. Sooner or later, she'd find out.

A/N: Not accepting new prompts/ requests at the moment. Will be accepting some more soon after I finish the ones I already have received.