AN- Thanks to everybody who left a review! I am kind of making this up on the fly, so I'm glad for the positive feedback so far. I will, eventually, do an fixed edit of chapter one, formatting-wise. Anyhow, I'll answer the only question thus far.

BrawlerGamer- I will eventually reveal the story of the string of bodyguards, probably in about a chapter or two. It should be...revealing.

On to the chapter!

Chapter 2- Big Boss Man

Astrid poked her head out of her door and listened to the music floating from Hiccup's door.

I can see, there ain't no room for me,

You're only holding back your heart in sympathy

Taking this as the sign as an improved mood (Seriously, it was impossible to listen to the Four Seasons and stay in a bad mood), Astrid knocked on the door of Hiccup's office. The music shut off, and Hiccup's voice rang out.

"Come in!"

Astrid opened the door and stopped abruptly, just inside the room. Her new boss, around her age like everybody else in the company, had deep, forest-green eyes that seemed to hold her captive. An unkempt red mop of hair framed a face covered in freckles. Hiccup's expression had shifted from an even state to a scowl at her entrance, but she was too caught up in his shimmering eyes, not even registering that he had started talking to her. She snapped from her reverie when he waved his hand impatiently in front of her face.

"Oh! Sorry. My name is Astrid Hofferson, and I'm your new Security chief."

"I already knew that. I wanted to know why your currently in my office, interrupting my work." Hiccup's scowl seemed to have deepened. Astrid felt her face growing hot.

"I'm not trying to interrupt. Fishlegs said I should come introduce myself." With some effort, she managed to avert her gaze from his and tried to size up the rest of the young man. This turned out to be a mistake, as when her eyes fell upon his broad shoulders, an image of resting her head on them as she sat watching TV flashed into her mind. She noticed another impatient glare and gave him a sheepish grin. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me today. Could you repeat that?"

Hiccup's chest, surprisingly broad for such a thin man, swelled as he sighed. Astrid had to blink to try and chase away fantasies of her hands splayed across that broad chest, skin to skin. These were not appropriate thoughts to be having about her boss, especially when her job was to protect him.

"I'm too busy for pleasantries. If you want to talk to somebody, go bother the twins. Good day, Miss Hofferson."

Astrid bowed her head before heading out of Hiccup's door and closing it behind her. After a quick glance to see if anyone was around to notice her slightly flushed face, she walked into her room, shut the door, and settled into her chair. Unbidden, the image of Hiccup's sinewy arms drawing her against his thin body populated her mind. She shook the daydream from her head and sighed. It was going to be a long day if this kept up.

It had, in fact, been a long day already. It was barely past noon and she needed to get Hiccup out of her mind stat. Jumping on to Facebook, she did manage to distract herself for all of ten minutes before a friend request from Fishlegs appeared. She gladly accepted it, but within minutes regretted her decision when the first picture on her news feed was of Fishlegs and Hiccup at some conference or other. They were both smiling, and Hiccup's smile, though slightly crooked and showing a small gap between his teeth, set her heart to beating and her mind racing with fantasy again. She quickly shut down the browser on the desktop and switched to checking baseball scores on her phone. She'd always dreamed of breaking the gender barrier in baseball before the harsh reality of High School. She'd been forced to switch to softball and had quickly given up sports, but even with that she still followed her beloved Twins. Suddenly, the phone on her desk started beeping. Looking up, she saw a young woman standing in front of the intercom by the entryway, holding two brown paper bags in her hand. Astrid picked up her phone.

"Who is this?"

"Hello! I'm Heather. I came by to have lunch with my fiancé while I'm on my lunch break."

Astrid felt her face heating up for the second time that day. Of course Hiccup was engaged. Why wouldn't he be? He was successful, as the head of Dragonwing, and handsome as well. Astrid started when she realized she'd zoned out again. She hit the button to the door, allowing Heather entry. "Come on in."

Immediately, she popped open her door to watch Hiccup's fiancé come down the hall, in order to get a really good look at her. However, when she rounded the corner, Heather was holding hands with Fishlegs, of all people. Astrid let out a breath she hadn't even realized she was holding. She felt a strange relief, and then realized with a start that she might just be pining over her boss now. Before this train of thought could go any further, however, Fishlegs spoke up.

"Hey, Astrid! I'm sorry that I forgot to mention that my fiancé was coming by for lunch. This is Heather Zerk. We're going to be married in a couple of months."

"It's nice to meet you, Heather."

Fishlegs had a grin a mile wide on his face. "We were hoping that you could join us for lunch. Ruff and Tuff are already getting ready to eat too."

Astrid thought for a second. It would be a good idea to get to know her co-workers. She was getting hungry, too, so she decided that it was time to eat. "Sure. Let me just go get something. Anything good to eat that's quick around here?" Heather was the one who answered her.

"If you go out and around the corner, my brother and I have a sandwich truck. It's the best lunch option in town. Tell my brother that I sent you, and he'll probably give you the Berserker for free."

Before Astrid could ask what that was, Fishlegs was already elucidating on the sandwich. "Heather and Dagur are the latest in a long tradition of sandwich makers from that truck. Everything they learned, they learned from their father before he left for Zimbabwe. He does humanitarian work down there. The Berserker is the Zerk family's signature sandwich. It's been a Berkian favorite for five generations."

Astrid nodded thankfully to the large blond. "That sounds like a fantastic idea. I'll go get that, and I'll meet you guys in the break room after I get it." With that, she grabbed her key card, walked with the two to the break room door, and continued out of the doors.