At this point I don't even care for consistency of authors notes. Probably not the last chapter. I've usually written this AN days before the end one. Don't assume the same mood or thought pattern wrote them.

Parts of chapter - possibly all of it - cover Hiccup and Astrid starting.

-HTTYD-

"Astrid? Can you come down here for a minute?"

Confused, Astrid finished the stroke of her hairbrush through her unbraided hair, then headed out and padded downstairs to where her father was waiting.

"What's up dad?"

"Well, the thing is darling" he was shuffling, awkward "your grades aren't what they should be. I know you're busy and juggle a lot of stuff, which is why I'm not trying to lecture you. But... I have hired you a tutor, to make sure you reach your potential for your exams. It's your last year of school remember."

Frowning slightly, Astrid supposed there were worse things. Like Sunday school, or a long lecture. Or them telling her not to keep up with her sports. And she did want to do well in her exams - Astrid was more than just a cheerleader.

"Ok. But if he's a creep I'm not gonna see him again."

Astrid got enough of creepy boys at school. She wasn't about to spend extra time at home with them.

"That's perfectly... yep." he was still shuffling, and Astrid was immediately suspicious when the door knocked "oh, that'll be him now."

"Now? Way to spring it on me."

"Well, the sooner the better."

Rolling her eyes, Astrid sat on the stairs to see who her tutor was before she went up to get her books and work.

"You must be Henry."

Oh come on!

"Yes sir."

Hiccup bloody Haddock was at her door. In his glasses and a red shirt and a black tie. And was that a leather jacket? He never wore that to school.

"Well, come on in."

"Thank you Mr Hofferson."

He was so quiet and polite, even took his shoes off at the door without being asked to. Astrid felt really... exposed for some reason. Hiccup had never seen her dressed so casually, and almost nobody in the world had seen her with her hair down.

"Afternoon Astrid."

"Hiccup."

"Hiccup?"

Astrid hadn't realised her dad was still there.

"It's a nickname sir. Are you ready to study Astrid?"

"Not quite, I only found out I had a tutor about three minutes before you got here. I only found out it was you when the door opened."

He didn't look that fazed.

"Ok. Do you want to go get your workbooks?"

"You can set up at the dining room table Henry."

"Thank you sir."

Gods, it was like he was there trying to win her dad over before a date, not there at the request of the man. Astrid headed back upstairs, braiding her hair quickly before grabbing her homework and books. Hiccup had already set up - everything was in line, perfectly organised - and he was just taking off his leather jacket when she walked in. His eyes flickered to her hair braid, then back down to the table.

"What's with the jacket?"

"Oh. I'm getting used to wearing it because I take motorcycle lessons next year. I'll have to wear safety gear that weighs about the same, is about as bulky. And my mom had it customised for me, see the dragon?"

It was subtle, but Astrid could see the red dragon curling over one shoulder. The scent of leather and a musky aftershave filled Astrid's next breath, followed by the sight of him pushing his glasses up his face.

She wasn't sure why, but Astrid felt a flutter in her stomach.

Astrid blamed the aftershave. She loved that it was something that didn't smell like sweat and cheap body spray.

"Ok. Which subjects are your biggest struggles? Any grade in particular you need to work on?"

"Maths. Science. My History is a little shaky."

This might not be ideal, but Astrid knew he was a straight-A nerd and if he was going to be there, she may as well make use of him.

"Alright. What subjects do you have homework for right now?"

"Maths. Science. And English, but I don't need your help for that."

Hiccup nodded, pulling his own (perfectly neat and tidy) homework from the pile, already completed.

"Are you using your own work as a reference for what's right?"

"Well, yeah. I want you to go through these, and any you're stuck on I will go through with you. Any you get wrong, we'll break down to get right."

There was nothing patronising about how he spoke to her. Nothing leering in his face despite being sat next to her, visible skin available as Astrid was only wearing her slouching neckline jumper and some worn-in shorts - she'd been dressed comfortably in her room, not for company. Braiding her hair was one thing, but she'd be damned if she changed for Hiccup.

"Here, I always struggle with these."

Hiccup explained it patiently, even repeatedly until it sunk in. He might be a dragon fanatic nerd who dressed like every day was a formal job interview, but he was a good tutor. And that was all she needed from him. After an hour and a half, Hiccup glanced at his phone and said his mom was en route to collect him. He began packing up his books, even stacking them in his bag neatly.

"Your father has asked me to tutor you twice a week. If you want to meet more regularly, I'm happy to meet in the library on free periods. That is..."

"That is what?"

He frowned, taking his glasses off to clean them.

"That is if you're not too embarrassed to be seen with a geek."

And there it was; they were from polar opposites of the social ladder, and while Hiccup was generally uncaring about social standing, he obviously knew someone would say something if they were seen studying together at school.

"I'll admit to needing a tutor. But you're second priority to my sports."

"I am not surprised."

He stood up, slipping back into his jacket before he put his glasses back on. Something about that visual combined with that rich smell... it did something to Astrid. Something she didn't like one bit.

"Well, look through your timetable and let me know when you're free. If I'm not in class I'll be in the library."

"I am not surprised."

Hiccup quirked an eyebrow, then let out a short chuckle.

"Funny."

"I'm hilarious."

"I wouldn't know. We've never had a conversation."

Shrugging his backpack over one shoulder, Hiccup left to get his shoes. Astrid frowned, feeling slighted despite his polite tone. Of course they'd never had a conversation. What the Hel would they talk about?

"Thank you Mr Hofferson. I'll check with Astrid about when she's free to carry on."

"Thanks Henry."

"My mom's almost here, I'll just wait outside."

Astrid heard the front door close, looked back down at her completed work that made a lot more sense than it had yesterday.

"He's a nice young man."

"He's a nerd, of course you like him."

Her dad laughed, glancing over where Hiccup had been sat.

"Well he's much more polite than any boy you've ever brought home."

"And I could break him in half. Which is not my type, so stall that thought right there."

"I'm kidding love. Plus, I'd rather his mind was on the work."

Thinking of how Hiccup hadn't so much as looked down her jumper, Astrid doubted that was a problem.

"Like I said. Nerd. He'd have to actually look up from his books."

Heather - having passed her driving test on her seventeenth birthday and driving her brothers old car - picked Astrid up from her house next morning. Astrid took the travel cup of coffee Heather always brought her (Heather made great coffee) and slumped in the seat.

"Guess what?"

"Hmm" Heather eyed her suspiciously "you had sex last night?"

"No!"

"Didn't think so, but figured we would get it out of the way. Ok. What?"

"I got a tutor."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. My dads idea. But that's not the weird part."

"What's the weird part?"

"It's Haddock."

"As in Hiccup?"

"Yep."

"Oh what a drag. Did he bore you to sleep?"

Astrid considered the strange things that happened, like him almost making the work interesting and the momentary peculiarity of his jacket and his glasses and the smell... and decided to answer shortly.

"No. He's actually a good tutor. He knows the subject material which is what matters. It's not like he's there to entertain me."

"Huh. Fair enough. He does get straight A stars. Guess that's all that counts as a tutor."

The drive after that was very quiet, both drinking coffee until the sight of that familiar building came into view. Keen to get the Hiccup encounter out of the way, Astrid headed to the library. As expected, he was perched in a seat, wearing his shirt and tie and his head buried in a book about... dragons. Naturally.

"Morning Astrid. Got your schedule?"

He didn't even look up. Astrid frowned slightly, unsure why today she liked the way his hair fell into his face.

"Yeah."

They compared timetables, picking out a few free periods that might work.

"I might have to cancel for sport practice."

"And I might have to cancel for chess club. But shall we commit to three times a week including twice at your home? We can meet more often if you have any particular struggles."

Astrid nodded, keen to get away before she couldn't stop staring at the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw. She had never been sat close enough to notice before last night.

"Alright."

"Which days are you available after school? I can come by after your cheer practice if you need."

Escaping quickly after agreeing, Astrid shook off the weird fascination with his jaw stubble and went in search of Heather. She found said friend loitering, watching that sixth former Ingerman.

"Will you have some self control woman?"

"What? He's cute!"

Rolling her eyes, Astrid hauled her friend to class. School work distracted her, then cheerleading, then some flirting with the cutest football player. Granted, his offer to 'do her behind the equipment shed' was pretty unwelcome, but Astrid felt content when she went home that day.

Putting some music on when she got to her room, Astrid changed into her comfies, took down her hair and spread out on her bed with some homework. Her dad knocked her door, asking when she wanted dinner.

"Bit loud isn't it?"

Astrid stretched up to turn off her stereo for a minute, her fathers face clearing.

"Helps me study."

"Right. Right. When do you want to eat love?"

"I wanna go for a run, so an hour?"

"I'll pass it on."

"Thanks dad."

Finishing the question she was on, Astrid then changed her shoes to running trainers, headed out and pounded her troubles away on the pavement. After a shower, dinner and a phone call with Heather talking about the guy she'd been having sex with while Astrid was out running... the Hiccup moment was forgotten.

Hiccup kept to himself at school, occasionally socialising with the other nerds in things like Chess club and after school study groups but he was largely a lone wolf. Astrid briefly contemplated if he was lonely at home too, but discounted that thought quickly. He was quiet, but polite and courteous. And there was a quick wit hidden beneath; on the rare occasions anyone bothered to try and insult him, Hiccup always had a response to dish out.

Next afternoon, Hiccup was at her house again. Astrid was more prepared, hair up and less skin on display. It did nothing to assuage the strange effect Hiccup had on her, his leather jacket smell and unreasonably cute glasses.

If anything, it frustrated her. Hiccup didn't notice her, barely rising from the work to check she was listening. Which she was. Mostly. She was also oddly transfixed by the way he gestured with his hands, increasingly animated the longer they studied together.

"I'm never gonna get this."

Astrid sighed, frustrated by the way nothing science-y seemed to absorb into her brain.

"Sure you will. I promise I will work with you on it until you can recite the periodic table. Backwards."

Hiccup smiled, obviously trying to reassure Astrid. It only served to unsettle her; how did anyone smile quite so genuinely? It made her feel warm.

"Right. Well, I don't think anything else is gonna go in my head tonight "

"That's ok. Everyone gets a little fried sometimes. Relax tonight, unwind."

He was being too nice, too polite. Bordering on sweet. Astrid almost tried to intentionally upset him so he stopped looking at her like that. But that would be admitting he got to her.

"Do you want me to drive you home Henry?"

Astrid's dad had obviously overheard an early end to the session, worrying about Hiccup getting home.

"No, that's ok sir. I'm actually going to my friends house and he lives walking distance away."

Hiccup left, leaving a slightly confused Astrid in his wake as she stared at confusing work and thought about confusing... thoughts.

"Have you agreed to meet at school too?"

"Yeah. At least once a week, more if I want to."

The tutoring (torturing) continued on for weeks, and each time Astrid found herself noticing something new; the one time it was sweltering hot in her house, Hiccup took off his tie and popped open only the very top two buttons. Astrid noticed Hiccup had a prominent, really quite bite-able collarbone hidden away beneath all those stuffy shirts.

When her mother (rather forcefully) offered him a drink, Astrid was momentarily lost to watching the muscles of his throat work. His intense concentration was attractive for reasons she couldn't actually quantify. Every time he laughed, Astrid felt her knees shake. Her skin tingled if he brushed her by mistake.

Something had to give.

It ended up being Astrid.

"Oh, Henry. Would you mind going up to Astrid's room to tutor her today? We're having new cabinets put in, you'll get nothing done with all this noise."

As her mother asked Hiccup that, Astrid wondered if he had ever been in a girls bedroom before. His cheeks tinged pink, pushing glasses up with a slightly shaky hand. Wide green eyes blinked rapidly behind their thick-rimmed frames.

"Uh... sure."

"If we're studying upstairs, I'm putting music on to drown all this out."

"That's fine dear."

Astrid knew why, but it was still surprising to see her parents happy to send a boy to her bedroom. Said boy followed her slowly, hesitating at the door before he actually came in. He glanced around before seeing the second chair at her desk. He put his books down, hung his jacket on the back of her door rather than his chair as he would downstairs.

"Shall we?"

"In a minute."

Astrid fiddled with her CD player until music diluted the sounds of hammers and dragging downstairs. Then she turned to Hiccup, who was still standing up.

"What?"

"Have you ever even been in a girls room before?"

Hiccup swallowed thickly, taking his glasses off to clean.

"That is none of your business."

"True. I just wondered if you were a virgin."

Even without his glasses, Hiccup's eyes were wide and bright and unforgivably beautiful.

"If I answer you, will you get your mind back on the work?"

Astrid would have anyway, but now she was curious.

"Sure."

"No, I'm not. Long division or Ancient Rome?"

"Rome."

They sat at her desk, music preventing the noise of DIY from surprising them out of work. Hiccup raised his usually quiet voice just enough to be heard over the music, but otherwise he seemed completely unaffected by the proximity, by her closed bedroom door or the fact Astrid was in shorts.

Why didn't he notice her? Astrid was increasingly irate that he continued to fascinate and attract her, all the while barely even looking at her.

"Astrid? Are you even listening to me?"

She blinked, looking up into green eyes. He was all messy hair and thin, soft looking lips... throwing all care and caution to the wind, Astrid cracked. Kissed him. Hiccup froze for a second, then pulled back with shock written across his face. His mouth opened and closed several times before he formed words.

"What was that for?"

"Curiosity."

Astrid watched thought flicker over his face. If he told anyone, she'd deny it. Instead, Hiccup leant in and kissed her. The frames of his glasses dug into her face, so Astrid reached up, pulling them off and placing them aside before his mouth caught hers again.

Gods, he could kiss. Hiccup slid his hand up around her neck, thumb stroking a tingling spot under her jaw as his tongue slipped between her lips. Astrid couldn't suppress a soft gasp, hoping the music hid it but Hiccup pulled away, eyeing her closely.

"Curiosity sated?"

"Not even close."

She had no clue where it was coming from, but Hiccup's kiss left her dizzy, heart pounding in her chest. It was hard to gauge his response, as Hiccup didn't seem inclined to stop but he didn't look as flustered as Astrid felt. Instead, he stood, moving away and looking at Astrid like a tough science experiment.

"I... I don't understand."

"Neither do I."

Astrid followed him, seeking that heat from his mouth again and Hiccup obliged her, only to pull away again.

"Take out your braid."

It felt like a test; was Astrid willing to concede anything here? She didn't hesitate, reaching to undo her hair ties until it was loose, free. Hiccup initiated this time, fingers burying hungrily in her hair and it sent violent tingles down her spine, left her weak in the knees. Breathless, she stumbled back and pulled him with her until her knees hit her bed.

Hiccup surprised her, hands curling under her ass and boosting Astrid to the bed, surveying her flushed face before shaking his head.

"This isn't real."

Astrid frowned, grabbed his hand - the nearest unprotected skin - and bit it. Hiccup recoiled, yelped.

"Ow!"

"See. Not a dream. Get down here would you?"

Despite his confusion and uncertainty, Hiccup had zero qualms or nerves when he was kissing Astrid stupid, her arms looping up around his neck. His hands went in different directions, one burying in her hair again and the other gripping her waist. The heat of his mouth became a frantic heat between her thighs, arousal overwriting disbelief at the one inspiring it.

"Touch me."

Sex was the only time Astrid's mouth was shy, and her plea came out weak and strained. Hiccup responded anyway, fingers slipping beneath her t-shirt to skate over her stomach before finding the button of her shorts and popping it open deftly.

"Are you a virgin?"

Hiccup's voice was low, rougher usual and it made Astrid shiver. She shook her head, shuddering beneath his gaze as fingers crept between shorts and briefs, emerald orbs darkening when he found fabric wet with want. The fingers retreated, moving to yank her shorts down several inches before they returned to where Astrid ached to be touched.

"Quiet. The music isn't that loud."

He was awful sure of himself, but Astrid squirmed and nodded anyway, needing to satisfy this bizarre lust for this stupid geek still wearing a tie as he stroked teasingly. Hiccup watched her, observing, calculating, testing as he varied pressure and speed against her swollen clit. Astrid couldn't quite understand why it turned her on more, as though she was an experiment. To be the centre of his attention, as though Astrid fascinated him.

Astrid was already reduced to biting her lip so hard she tasted blood, trying not to cry out as he found the pace to make her tremble, pressing firmer and smirking as Astrid fisted her bedsheets, arching her hips and bucking when he slowed.

Her thigh muscles tightened on his hand and Astrid covered her mouth with her hand, muffling her moans as Hiccup bloody Haddock sent her spiralling, left Astrid completely undone with only his fingers and those deep green eyes on her. Hiccup retreated as Astrid gasped and panted, fighting to regain control as cold realisation washed over her.

And yet...

Astrid still wanted him. Hiccup was leant back on his knees watching her come down, visible strain against his inner thigh. Astrid pulled up her shorts, feeling exposed and vulnerable before she climbed over to him, hand on his belt.

"Nobody finds out."

Hiccup's face furrowed in thought, and for a beat or two Astrid expected him to actually turn her down. Then he nodded.

"Alright."

-HTTYD-

This ended up much longer than I expected. However, I wil find it pleasing to round off at five chapters, so it all worked out well.