A/N: So this finally happened. I'll go ahead and assure you I have tons of material to put out here, so don't get freaked out by how short this is. I think this fic is going to be a lot longer than the original one, but it will have shorter chapters. Maybe they'll grow longer. We'll see. Anyways, here's the long awaited continuation of Stay Here Tonight. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HTTYD...yet.
"This is going to be interesting," Astrid commented dryly as she and Hiccup gazed out at the school entrance from the confines of his truck. They had already gotten more than one surprised look from random students they had passed when they had pulled into the parking lot.
"Eh, you're worth anything they can throw at me," Hiccup said simply as he unbuckled his seat belt and turned the truck off.
He had barely gotten the keys out before Astrid yanked him towards her and their lips had connected beautifully. They remained like that for several seconds and judging by the muffled gasping going on outside, several people were witness to their brief moment.
"How do you do that?" Astrid questioned as she looked him in the eyes.
"Do what?"
"Be so...so amazing," She explained as she kissed him again.
"I am pretty amazing," Hiccup agreed as he kissed her back.
Astrid smirked and shoved him backwards and out of the truck before she got out herself.
"OW!" Hiccup cried as he landed in a heap on the concrete below the truck.
"That's for being arrogant,"
Hiccup sighed and met her for another kiss.
"And that was for everything else." Astrid added as she grabbed his hand with hers and made her way towards the school.
"You are so lucky you're perfect," Hiccup muttered teasingly in her ear. Astrid blushed heavily and elbowed him gently, but their hands remained firmly clasped together.
As they made their way into the building, the whispers began to appear from almost nowhere. The stares and finger pointing began to multiply as the gossip tales exploded like wildfire. No one could believe that Astrid Hofferson—queen of the social hierarchy within the school—had left for the weekend dating Snoutlout Jorgenson—the king of the school—and come back holding hands with Hiccup of all people.
Snippets of conversation filtered into their ears as they walked towards Astrid's locker. Everything from as cliché as brainwashing to something as remarkably believable as payback against Snout had flown across the hallways during the minute and a half long walk.
Few had missed Astrid's relationship drama it seemed, even if few had been witness to it.
As they came to Astrid's locker, they came face to face with Ruffnut Thorston. The platinum blonde cheerleader was leaning against Astrid's locker, her iconic leather jacket and baseball bat giving her a look that most traditional cheerleaders would consider social suicide.
Astrid let go of Hiccup's hand and crossed her arms. Ruffnut straightened up off the locker and walked slowly towards her former friend. Though she gave off a tough as nails demeanor, it was clear by how red her eyes were around the edges that she had spent the majority of the weekend crying.
"Ruff."
"Strid."
The two locked eyes and the hallways seemed to empty as everyone got clear from the impending cataclysmic showdown.
"I'm sorry."
Even Hiccup had to pause at that one.
Astrid Hofferson and Ruffnut Thorston were known for a few things. Chief among them was that they were the only cheerleaders who could act like boys and get away with it. Second to that was that they never apologized to anyone.
Ever.
Astrid took in her friends crumpled appearance and watched in disbelief as Ruff offered her the baseball bat handle first.
"You...you can break...it...or whatever...if you want," Ruff said, looking away.
Astrid felt her stomach flop violently as she heard that. That baseball bat was Ruffnut's favorite bat. It was her good luck charm during her soft-ball seasons. It meant the world to her and she never let anyone else touch it.
To offer Astrid that as a way of begging for forgiveness...there wasn't a way to fully grasp the impact behind such a statement.
"No...Snout's broken enough things with his stupidity," Astrid said and pulled her friend in for a hug. The two remained like that for a second as they made up and then they separated. Ruffnut immediately shoved her bat in Hiccup's face.
"You hurt her feelings and I'll hurt your face!" She snapped, swinging back into being Astrid's best friend as if they had never even had a fight.
"You have my word...scout's honor?" Hiccup said uneasily as he held up his hand. Both girls looked at him incredulously before looking at each other.
"He's worth it, believe me," Astrid assured her friend.
The rest of the day flew by after that.
Hiccup and Astrid had the first three classes together and in the second one they learned that Snoutlout had called in sick and was out for the day.
"Coward," Astrid muttered.
They ended up separating for a few periods but met up again at lunch. For the first time in as long as anyone could remember Astrid didn't sit with the normal jock crowd and instead found a table on the other side of the room with Hiccup. Ruff appeared shortly after with her twin brother Tuffnut and at almost the same time Fishlegs appeared as well.
Unlike how he had feared it would go, Hiccup found himself enjoying lunch for the first time in years. Snout was nowhere to be seen and for once he didn't have to worry about his food being stolen or thrown at him.
No one was laughing at him or teasing him except in a friendly way. Even the twins were happy to have Fishlegs at the table. The burly lineman had been immediately put to work re-explaining a science lesson the two had missed and were in desperate need of.
The test was next period.
"This is nice." Astrid said as she leaned on Hiccup after they had finished eating. There was still another ten minutes left until the bell rang and the small group of new friends were simply content to enjoy the time until the bell clanged.
The day shot forward again as Hiccup and Astrid met up again for the last two classes of the day and then ultimately fled the campus grounds together for his house.
