A/N: Here's Chaper 2. Same thing as the first, please critique if you can and shout out any pointers you have. Then write them down in a review because I most likely cannot hear you shouting. I don't own anything but the story itself. Thanks!

Hiccup awoke to Toothless pawing at his face.

"Morning, bud," he croaked groggily, reaching a hand up to scratch the cat. Toothless leaned towards the hand for a second before flopping onto Hiccup's bare chest. "Oh you better not, cat," Hiccup warned. Toothless glanced at Hiccup before closing his eyes and falling asleep. "You little shit," Hiccup chided lovingly, "Now I'm stuck here! Don't worry, it's not like I needed to pee or get ready for the day," he grumbled.

It is law, after all, that one cannot move a sleeping animal if they have chosen your lap (or body) as a bed. Ugh… little hellspawn… Hiccup spent the next 5 minutes absentmindedly petting Toothless and thinking about what he should do with his day.

Sundays were usually pretty boring in Hiccup's opinion. There's no homework to do, as that was all finished Friday night and Saturday morning. I am a nerd, after all, Hiccup mock-chastised himself. Whatever. Nerd life is the good life. Books, fantasy games, and D&D are where it's at.

Hiccup's Sundays were usually spent reading, gaming, napping, or casually drawing and designing. So, okay. Maybe they didn't fully suck. But then again, most of Hiccup's days were spent like this. Sundays just held the looming prospect of class the next day, the lack of an option to stay up late without consequence, and the nagging, stir-crazy feeling of wanting someone there with him to talk to and be with.

As much as he hates to admit it, Hiccup is lonely. Though not always there, the feeling is perpetually lurking on the edges of his mind. Having Toothless definitely helps a ton, but the cat is no replacement for a partner. It would just be nice to have someone to cuddle and watch bad movies with. To cook with and to tease and kiss. And there lies the real reason Hiccup dislikes Sundays. It was almost always the day that loneliness took hold of him.

He draped his other arm over his eyes and let out a sigh. Good thing I'm too nervous to get out and meet people… And it's not like they'll like an awkward, skinny nerd anyways. A slight melancholy settled in and prodded the edges of Hiccup's lips downward to a slight frown. Sundays suck…

And at that exact moment Toothless decided to get up and immediately step on Hiccup's bladder first with his front foot, then his back. "Ah! You little shit! I KNOW YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!" Hiccup yelled lightly at the smug black cat as he slipped through the cracked door. "Whatever… ungrateful cat… doesn't even pay rent…" Hiccup grumbled incoherently as he pulled himself out of bed and hopped towards the bathroom to relieve himself and shower.

After toweling off Hiccup donned his prosthetic and a pair of grey sweatpants before making his way to the kitchen. He rounds the corner and has less than a second to realize that a certain blonde was hiding there before a huge splash of cold water hits him across his entire chest and face. An involuntary 'AAAHHHH!' escapes him as he wipes his eyes and shakes his arms off dramatically. "Astrid! Wha… What the HELL! What are you even… how did you get in?!" Hiccup shouts and sputters, failing to comprehend the bizarre scenario he was just thrust into.

Astrid, though, just cackles wildly, and is on the verge of tears. "Y-you should have seen your face!" She took another brief break to cackle and gasp for breath. "Oh that was SO good," she said finally in a less than steady voice, wiping away a tear. "That's for not checking your phone."

"You're an ass. Now I have to change again."

"Good. And put a shirt on this time, macho man."

Hiccup just groaned in response and trudged back to his room. He took off his now soaked sweatpants and hung them to dry, grabbing his most comfortable jeans and a black t-shirt, presuming Astrid has plans to force him outside today.

He began to exit his room before remembering exactly why he just received this water attack and quickly turned around to grab his phone.

"Hurry up in there! I'm gonna die of hunger before you're out here if you keep this pace up, stumpy."

"Hey!" Hiccup scolded, "It's not my fault you sprung this visit on me. And you try putting on jeans with a prosthetic. It's not that easy!"

"Well with all of the weight you lost with that leg, I'd expect you to move a little faster."

Hiccup could hear the evil smirk on her face. Entering the living room, his suspicions were confirmed. He raised his eyebrow in a judging way, "Making fun of a person who lost their leg is, in fact, not fun nor funny Astrid."

Astrid looked up, legitimately worried that she offended him. If it had been anyone else, I would have chewed them out… She was there with him from the amputation, through the physical therapy, and to recovery. She actually understood what he went through to be where he was today. Well… For the most part, at least…

"Look, Hiccup, I'm sorry-"

"It's okay Astrid, I know you didn't mean it. Anyways!" He suddenly yelled, making her jump, "It's so good to see you dude!"

Astrid stood up, looking relieved, "Likewise, you big goof." She wrapped Hiccup in a huge hug, squeezing him more tightly than necessary, aka: a normal hug from Astrid.

Hiccup broke the embrace and headed towards the kitchen, "So we have eggs, cereal, limited fruit, and leftovers. Anything strike your fancy?"

"Nah," Astrid said and ungracefully flopped onto the couch again, "Food is food. I don't care."

"Leftovers it is!" Hiccup stated with faux enthusiasm while halfheartedly raising a fist into the air.