A/N: Hey guys, sorry if I confused you with the extra from Jay's perspective, just thought since I wrote it, I would upload it. Here's the next chapter! It's quite a lot longer than the others, and it's early! I know it's in Astrid's point of view, but I thought it would be good like this. The next chapter will also be from Astrid's perspective, but the one after that will be from a different character's. Hope you like.

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Chapter 4:

Astrid

That night I tossed and turned in my bed, unable to get to sleep. How could Jay be Hiccup? I tested the name on my tongue. Jay. I liked the way it felt. But why did he return? The thought I had buried deep down years ago, rose uninvited to my thoughts. Where has he been all these years? I couldn't believe it. I had a crush on Hiccup. Scrawny, unpopular Hiccup. Not so scrawny anymore a small voice in my head whispered. I felt my face grow red and compared the new Hiccup with the old one. Now that I thought about it, I could see the similarities between them. The piercing green eyes, long auburn hair, even the sarcastic, nasally voice though it had grown deeper. The way he had taunted Eret and his snappy comebacks made my thoughts stutter. The two periods after lunch had been agony. I hadn't had any classes with him, but he still distracted me. Ruffnut had voiced a question in everyone's mind; what will happen to the social structure? Because Jay (or Hiccup, as I now knew) had beaten Eret and Snotlout, he was now King of the school. But he didn't seem to want the job, ignoring everyone except Heather, Fishlegs, Ruff, Tuff and me. We were now his group. Maybe. No one really knew what to think.

The fight had been recorded by many people, and almost all social media platforms were buzzing with the news and videos. The usual comment accompanied it. Girls posted comments that were way to appreciating for my liking, even though I agreed with many of them, and many boys heaped praises on him, especially his fighting. Ruffnut, Heather and I have a group chat, and Ruff had sent us a copy of the video that she had edited into slow motion, with the caption 'Look your fill, Astrid. As much as I'd like to, I've seen the way you look at him, so I'll (try to) keep my hands off that wonderful ass. Here is some inspiration for tonight, if you know what I mean;)'. The two girls had teased me mercilessly, but I hadn't deigned to reply or open the video.

But now, my thoughts turned unbidden to the texts, and I sighed. I loved fighting, why should I not watch the video because of some tiny, almost non-existent crush I had on a boy? It shouldn't stop me from trying to learn. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my phone. Once I had acquired it, I retreated under my blanket, pulling it over my head and forming a tent-like structure. The blue light burned my eyes as I turned it on, and the time blinked back at me; 11:32. I hovered my finger over the video, uncertain, but quickly pushed my worries away. I was interested in his fighting skills. I repeated this thought in my head as I pressed play and started to watch. I wish I hadn't. The video started out slow, the voices deep and unrecognisable from the editing Ruff had done. I saw myself angrily stare down at Jay, then falter. That's when Snotlout rushed at him, and the fight began. Eret and Snotlout moved slowly, but it was like Jay was the only one who wasn't affected by the altering of speed. He moved as one usually would at a normal pace, twisting and turning and thrusting, slipping between the bodies and delivering blows. The pace he would have moved at seemed inhuman. Could this really be Hiccup? I slowed the video even more, and that was my downfall. The tight leather clung to his body in a way that made my breath catch. His six-pack was clearly defined through it, and my eyes caught on the way his muscles flexed with each movement he made. The fire in his eyes made me shiver and heat coursed through me. I didn't realise how much he affected me until my legs jerked involuntarily. The movement brought me back to my senses, and I turned my phone off with a click, stopping Jay mid-punch, and threw the phone onto the floor, laying back and breathing heavily. Closing my eyes, sleep evaded me even more than before. It was going to be a long night.

The next morning, I got ready as quickly as I could and ran to school. The first two periods were double PE, the class I had been both anticipating and dreading all night. I excel at all sports and am always at my prime when running races or out on the soccer field. But I've hated the uniform for all five years I've been forced to wear it. The shorts are so short I'm surprised the school allows them, and the shirts are always tight around the chest area. All these combined caused boys to stare and hassle me, especially Snotlout who sends me sly looks and saucy smiles that made me want to puke. Everyone knows he just wants to get me into his bed. Heather calls it the 'Stare and Glare', the boys loving and the girls hating. But after last night the uniforms suddenly had a positive aspect. Jay was in my PE class, and I entertained the thought of him looking along with the rest of the boys. As soon as I contemplated this though, my face turned red and I hotly denied the thought. But a little voice inside my head kept whispering poisonous words in my head.

I met Heather and Ruffnut in the changing rooms, and Ruff nudged me and said in a conspiratorial whisper, "So, was the material good enough?"

"Oh, I think it was good enough," said Heather. "Just look at her face!"

I turned my red face away from them and whispered back harshly "Shut up! I didn't do anything!"

"Oh, you didn't DO anything, did you? But that doesn't mean you didn't THINK anything!" Ruffnut replied. "I bet my yak-tipping trophy that you stayed up allllllll night, thinking about that beautifully sculptured body…" She paused for a second, and when I didn't answer, let out a loud "I knew it!" that caused many girls around us to jump.

I leaned down to tie my shoes, trying to ignore her. "Let's go, I said and hurried out into the gym, trusting them to follow. They did, trailing behind me and talking in hushed whispers. I knew they were planning something by the glint in Ruff's eyes and the sly curve of Heather's smile.

We were the first ones to arrive at the gym. Our teacher, Mr Belch, who always asked to be called Gobber, hailed us and hurries over. Gobber was an interesting man, middle-aged and rather fat and good-natured. The thing that had most people stare, though was the fact he wore prosthetics in place of an arm and foot, which he had lost from a crocodile attack.

"Astrid! Can ya set up tha obstacle course? Heather, you hang up tha ropes and Ruff…" Gobber paused. You sit over there and don' git inta any trouble, eh!"

I did as he said, and as everyone filed in, I kept a sharp eye out for Jay. Once everyone was seated on the steps, Gobber hobbled up and started taking the role call. I ignored him, still scanning for Jay.

"Astrid!" Gobber called. I started.

"Here!"

"Good, good. Oooo! I see we have a new student. Jay!" Gobber looked around for the source of his interest. I was about to say he wasn't there, when Jay stepped out of the shadows behind me, causing everyone to start with surprise. His eyes glinted with an emotion I couldn't place.

"Present."

Gobber turned around and dropped his register. His mouth opened and closed several times before he managed to speak.

"Wha.. Is tha really you?"

Everyone in the class looked up, curious to see how the two knew each other. Jay sauntered down the steps carelessly, but the way he looked at the teacher was with affection.

"No, I'm a troll come to steal your socks," he said. Gobber suddenly burst into action. He waddled towards Jay with open arms, squeezing him tightly.

"Boyo! My, it's good to see you! Oooo, you've changed! Good old vikin' blood showin' through at last, eh?"

Suddenly, Jay vanished from Gobber's arms, and reappeared by his side, causing the larger man to stumble.

"I do need air, you know," he snarked.

"An' I've got a class to teach, ya old scoundrel."

"Meathead."

"Rascal."

I knew my eyes were as wide as everyone else's, watching the two interact. In front of me, Snotlout let out a little "Wha?" that caught the attention of Jay and Gobber. Jay seemed to realise what had occurred, for his eyes lost their sparkle and he glided back to the stairs to take a seat at the back row, right behind me. "You were taking roll call, Gobber?"

Gobber floundered for a moment then carried on with his list. The shock of Gobber and Jay knowing each other wore off, and everyone turned their back attention to the teacher. I felt eyes on my back, but when I turned around, Jay was looking languidly at Gobber. I shook myself and returned my focus to Gobber as he started telling us what to do.

"So, 'cause it's been a while an' I don' know yer skills, we're gonna have you do some exercises an' drills to help with future lessons and let me know where yer all at. You'll be doin' rope climbin', obstacle courses, races, some stretchin', balancing beams. I'm gonna be recording yer results in this clipboard, so do yer best. First up," he peered at his list. "Snotlout."

A/N: So what did you think? Sorry, I'm not very good at Gobber's accent. Also, I referred to Hiccup as Jay again and will keep on until everyone finds out that Jay is Hiccup. Sorry if it gets a bit confusing. Please review, and have a good weekend.