AN- So, I have been updating this story pretty frequently. Don't expect my current torrid pace to keep up for more than one chapter, or two at the outside. I knew a lot of how I wanted to introduce the world and the characters, but I haven't planned out most of the meat and potatoes yet. Anyway, here's the new chapter. If you guys figure out my chapter naming convention, mention it in a review. I'll give a quick shout-out in the Author's note on the next one for anyone who gets it. Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 3- Truck Drivin' Man

The Berzerk Sandwich Truck was the most unique part of Berk's landscape, since it was the only thing in it that moved. Over the years, Dagur and Heather had found a routine. Every day, at 11, the truck stopped at the general store to leave sandwiches for Gobber and, later, Snotlout. They then had to book it to city hall to have Stoick's meatwich there by 11:30. Then, to the police station by noon to get two more sandwiches for Spitelout and Alvin. After Hiccup and Fishlegs got started, they stopped outside Dragonwing at 12:30 with lunch for the start-up. Heather would normally stay for lunch with her fiancé for a half hour, and then they would head to the doctor's office around two to deliver the last of lunch to Gothi and Mala. Now, with Astrid's arrival, they would have one more new regular sandwich to figure out.

As she walked up, Astrid spotted a young man, probably only slightly older than Hiccup and the others, with red hair combed up and a tattoo of three claw marks in blue over his eye. The nametag clipped to his shirt read "David," but Astrid assumed that this was probably Dagur. The young man cracked a huge grin. "Welcome to Berzerk! I'm Dagur. What can I make for you today?"

Astrid smiled at him. "Heather sent me. Said something about…"

Dagur cut her off with a brown bag right in front of her face. "I knew she was going to talk to you. Here you go! One fresh berserker, just for you!"

Astrid was slightly thrown off-balance by the sudden appearance of the bag, but got ahold of it nonetheless. "Do you guys always have the sandwiches ready before the person orders?"

Dagur nodded. "Actually, yes. Almost everybody in town has a favorite, and whether for lunch or dinner we always have it ready before they even reach the truck. I've memorized who has what sandwich, and hopefully we can do the same thing for you. Heather makes a lot of the sandwiches, since I do most of the driving, but hey, someone has to cover if the other is sick. Anyway, let her know what you think as you try the sandwiches, and we'll figure out the one for you."

Astrid thanked the young man for the food before turning around and heading back inside. The good-natured driver bid her a farewell before starting on a new sandwich. She quickly got through the door with her key card and headed for the break room, where the others (minus Hiccup) were already sitting around the table, eating. Heather gave her a smile and beckoned to the chair next to her. "So, what did you think of my brother?"

Astrid took a seat, noticing that Fishlegs and the twins seemed to be talking shop. "He seems really nice. It was good to meet him."

Heather smiled. "Hey, so he's actually in a Dungeons and Dragons group with Hiccup, the twins, and Fishlegs. They're meeting tonight, so I was wondering if you wanted to meet up at my house and have dinner? I've been looking for someone to spend time with on Mondays."

Astrid thought for a second, but decided that having friends seemed like a good idea. "Sure. I'd be glad to meet you. Need me to bring anything?"

Heather shook her head. "Just your curious brain. I'm sure you have a lot of questions about the town, and I'd be happy to answer them."

Astrid nodded her thanks and unwrapped her sandwich. She bit into it and her tongue lit up with flavor. The banana peppers gave a little kick while the fresh lettuce and tomato felt cool. The meats were tender, thin, and yet still packed with flavor. And the toasted bread, which was light as air and yet still crunchy, was simply divine. "This is amazing! I can see why it's the signature sandwich."

Heather smiled. "I made it myself, especially for you."

Astrid thought for a second. "Hey, is this produce fresh? It doesn't make since, Lettuce isn't in season around here."

Heather just laughed. "It is fresh, actually. Everything we use is. Mildew, the local farmer, is rumored to be some kind of plant whisperer. He somehow can come up with fresh lettuce and tomato for us in the middle of winter when the ground's frozen. We don't know how, but it's the most amazing thing produce we ever tasted. Only reason we like having him around, to be honest. But I can tell you more about Mildew tonight. What's you're story?"

Astrid laughed. "Well, there really isn't much to tell. I was looking for a job, and this one seemed to pay well without being too strenuous for a start to my career. I mean, Burk has the lowest crime rate in the country, how hard could protecting a company here be?"

The low-level cacophony seemed to silence immediately. Fishlegs looked over at her and gulped. "Never underestimate how dangerous things can be at Dragonwing." After that, he promptly stopped talking and the rest of the meal passed in a slightly awkward silence.

After returning from lunch, Astrid decided to leave her window open. It had gotten rather warm before the break, and she decided that airflow would be nice. As she cracked it open, she could hear music drifting from Hiccup's also open window.

Now when I was just a little boy,

Standin' to my Daddy's knee,

My poppa said "Son, don't you let the man get you

Do what he done to me"

Cause he'll get you

Cause he'll get you now, now

Suddenly, the music cut off, and she could here talking. She hadn't even realized she had still been standing in the window, but from here she could here the conversation.

"She's not necessary, Fishlegs. Dad's just being overprotective."

"Hiccup, she's really nice. Heather and Dagur like her, at the very least, and you know they're good judges of character. Just give her a chance, she might surprise you."

She could feel Hiccup's sigh, even though she couldn't see it or hear it. "She's a distraction, Fishlegs. We do important work here. We don't need another person hanging around and getting in the way."

"Why do you think she'll be in the way? Her only job is to stay in her office and keep a look out."

"I can't get her out of my head, Fishlegs. She distracts me, and you remember what happened last time I was distracted by a pretty girl."

"You can't expect every pretty girl who comes to town to be like Cami, Hiccup!"

A brief pause hung in the air after Fishlegs' shout. When Hiccup spoke next, his voice was dangerously low. "I suggest you get back to work, Fishlegs."

The sound of the door shutting behind him clicked out from the window, and Astrid released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Not long after, a new song started playing from the office next door.

Fools in Love

Are there any other kind of lovers?

Fools in Love

Is there any other kind of Pain?

The pumping bass of Joe Jackson's band and the bitter song told Astrid everything she needed to know about Hiccup's mood, and she soon shut the window to avoid the sound of the most cynical album she knew.

The rest of the day passed without incident, and soon enough it was 5:00. The end of her first day. A knock sounded out. "Hey Astrid? I'm here to show you how to close up for the day!"

She grabbed her card key and the master key and opened the door to meet him. "Alright, what will I need to do?" Over the next several minutes, Fishlegs showed her which doors she needed to lock at the end of the day.

"Before you lock Hiccup's room, make sure he's actually left for the day. Usually, if there's no music, he's packed up and gone home, but check anyway. He's been known to work until early in the morning if he's made some major breakthrough." He showed her out side, and with the front door locked, they were standing outside the building. "Hey, thanks for being there for Heather tonight. I knew she got lonely, and as sweet as they are Windshear and Shattermaster aren't the same as human company."

"Windshear and Shattermaster?"

"Yeah, Heather and Dagur's dogs. Ignore the names, they are the sweetest dogs you will ever meet after my Meatlug."

Astrid nodded. "I have a bird named Stormfly, and even though she's amazing, I want to have more friends than just that. I think Heather and I will get along great, so I was happy to spend time with her tonight. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow!"

After Fishlegs gave her the same wishes, they went to their respective cars. After barely containing her amusement at seeing the portly blond shove himself into a Prius, she got into her car and started off for her apartment. As "Up Around the Bend" started playing, she reflected a bit on what Hiccup and Fishlegs had said in their argument. Who was Cami, and what had she done? After deciding that would be the first question for Heather that night, she started singing along raucously as she drove home.