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The only weapon Hiccup had always been 'good enough' at was the bow. Granted that was because a traditional bow was made to the person's strength and size. Crossbows weren't hard either, as long as you could pull the string back. As a viking chief's heir, he knew one day his father would pass and it would be his responsibility to light his funeral ship. There would be others and other purposes for using a bow but that was the main thing he was forced to practice for. What he didn't tell anyone was that he didn't mind it so much. It could help him think.

Astrid was moving silently through the woods, working on stealth. It was an hour after dawn and she had already done a lap around The Edge's coast line. She paused as she heard a thud followed by three more. She crept forward slowly, making sure to keep quiet while she searched for the sound. About thirty feet in front of her she saw a clearing with a target set up. As she watched an arrow flew right into the center. Followed by two more. Impressed, she moved around to see who was firing the arrows. To her surprise, it was Hiccup. She had seen him fire arrows from his shield and to burn the fishing boat that had the Scourge. But never had she seen him do anything like this and to top it off he was shirtless. She hadn't seen him without a shirt since Gothi was treating him after the Red Death. That was three years ago. He was still skinny but she could see the definition in his arms and torso. He had a slight sheen to him that showed he had been active for awhile. He walked up to the target taking the arrows out before moving back further. Sticking the two of the arrows in the ground he had the bow in his left hand, he had the arrow pointed the arrow, he set his right hand. He took a breath pulling it back, lifting it to the right spot and fired. He hit the middle of the bullseye. He repeated the process with the other two arrows, each of them lining up next to the first. She was a good shot but not that good.

She snuck closer as he went to retrieve the arrows again. Once he was back and had fired his first arrow, she snuck up behind him. Before he could react she spun him around and had her arms around his neck, kissing him. It took him a minute to register what was happening but as soon as he did, he dropped the bow. His hands held her waist and tilted his head to kiss her again. "Well that was unexpected." He smiled down at her, "What are you doing out here this morn- ow! Why would you do that?!"

"That was for not telling me you were so good with a bow."

"Oh well." He shrugged, rubbing his neck. "I didn't say anything before because everyone just assumed I was bad at everything. Now I guess I'm just used to it. It helps me think sometimes."

"Well the practice has paid off. Mind if I go a round?"

"No go ahead."

"This is a whole new side of you. I like it." She kissed his cheek, her hands sliding down his chest before grabbing the bow from the ground. He seemed to remember at that moment he was shirtless and blushed before retrieving his shirt from a nearby branch. She laughed a little at that. She placed an arrow on her finger, taking a breath and aiming she fired. The arrow hit to the left of the bullseye. She took the second arrow from the ground and repeated the process only to hit the spot slightly below the first one. She let out a breath. It had been awhile since she had practiced. As she prepared to fire she felt his hands on her waist, making her twist a little. He then lifted her arm a little. As soon as she felt him move away she fired, right in to the middle of the bullseye. She turned to see a slightly smug smile on his face.

"What?"

"Just never thought I could show Astrid Hofferson something with a weapon."

She punched his shoulder, "That's for being smug." She reached up kissing him, "That's for everything else."

Sword Practice

"You keep leaving your left side open."

"I can feel that." he was rubbing the spot where, seconds ago, she had tapped him with the side of her axe.

"You've gotten better though."

"Are you saying because it's true or because you are trying to get me to keep going?"

"Both. Come on. One more round and we stop."

"Fine." They squared off his flaming sword in his hand. She lunged with her battle cry and he parried her attack using his strength to push her axe to the side. Taking a chance he hooked the axe making it go flying and he wrapped his arms around her. Just as he was about to kiss her, she managed to get a hand free. She grabbed his armor, twisted and threw him to the ground. His sword in her hand.

"I win."

"You always win." He said rubbing his shoulder as he stood.

"There will come a day you will best me babe." she grabbed him. "You have already profected archery and you've knocked Snotlout out. Your sword and shield already give you a very good advantage. You've gotten a lot better in the last few months. Just keep practicing." She playfully smacked his other shoulder, "Until then you have me."

He nodded before walking over to get a drink of water. That was when the rest of the gang joined them. They were going to work on bolista throwing. Hiccup just leaned back to watch Astrid work. This was her element, which was ok with him. He knew he needed to be better with weapons to protect himself. Especially with how much he seemed to get caught. But this was what Astrid loved. Training and weapons were her thing. He would gladly let her keep control in that area. Big movements and battles always seemed to go better when they worked together.