Okay, to one guest who wanted to know which story out of my three stories I would finish first, it'll be this one, because I believe DON and IKYWT are gonna take a while. As for how many chapters they will have, I have no clue since I never plan ahead *winces* Sorry!
And to the guest who left three wonderful reviews that honestly made my day and asked me if Hiccup was based off of a real person, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! I actually squealed while reading them because oh my Thor, you took the time to leave three reviews on two chapters, you actually told me what you thought about it, and - and you brightened my day so much THANK YOU. As for Hiccup being based off a real person, he is kind of a mixture of himself and an old friend of mine who I haven't seen in a while (he was a lot like Hiccup, so…). I definitely haven't met any cute drink servers lately XD I can hope
After talking to Rosie and getting a headache in result, Astrid went over to the DJ. Proudly, she could say she was given the task of arranging the soundtrack, as long as there were more old songs than new ones, and they all had to be upbeat and about...love or weddings. And she could also say she knew a lot of 80s and 90s songs now. None of the kids her age liked them, but even though she would never admit it, Astrid did like them. They set the mood better than songs today could. Not to say she didn't like her generation's songs.
The music started smoothly, and a few people moved to the dance floor. There were barely any slow songs, so no chance for her to get stuck dancing with one of her cousins. Astrid preferred dancing alone, and she was very good.
After speaking with the DJ, she stepped out onto the dance floor and got a feel of the beat. Slowly, she started swaying her hips before moving her arms along with it. From a distance, she saw Rosie raising an eye at her; she believed dancing to be too girly. But honestly, today she wanted to have fun. So Rosie's opinion did not matter right now.
Her hair spun as she did. She had let it out from its braid upon her mother's and cousin's insistence, because who was she to defy the bride? She raised her arms above her head and took the center of the hall, aware that many people were watching her, most of them guys. Astrid knew that she was dancing very seductively, but the songs were made to be danced to like that, and this was pretty innocent compared to what some teenagers did. As a nineteen year old girl, everyone was lucky that this was all she was doing.
Her eyes wandered to the drink table where a certain auburn haired boy was also staring at he. In his hand was a glass and in front of him was a man standing impatiently. When he caught her eye, the blush that spread across his cheeks had to be the one of the cutest things she had seen.
Still dancing, Astrid tilted her head to the side to point out the man waiting for a drink. Hiccup snapped back to reality and faced the man once more, but she saw his eyes dart back to her every once in awhile. She turned around, not facing him anymore. Who knew boys could have a cocky personality and be that cute at the same timel? Well, actually, that was how almost all bad boys were portrayed in films. But in real life, he was the first one she met.
The girl hummed along with the music, but she could not sing for the life of her, so humming was as far as it went. Dancing and humming. She scowled as her dress made her stumble, and looked up to see Rosie smirking at her. Astrid's cheeks flared up as her mom walked over to her.
"What are you doing?"
"Dancing. What else?"
"Go...go check with the kitchens. Food comes out in an hour, after a few people say a few words." Her mother sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. With that, she walked off, and Astrid's scowl deepened for three reasons. The first was that her mother was acting ashamed of her, all because she had stumbled on the over sized dress that had not been her choice. The second one was that her mother was repeating the schedule that Astrid had made, as though she wouldn't know it.
And the third was that she had no idea where the kitchens were.
But she knew where to find out.
"Hiccup?"
He was kneeling and fiddling with the soda machine. When he looked up at her, a smirk graced his features. "Ma'am. Nice of you to pay a visit to the help."
"Appropriately used, since I need your help," she stated dryly, rolling her eyes.
"I live to serve." He stood up straight, and she noted again that he was very tall; he would certainly tower over her if they were standing right in front of each other with no counter in between.
She grinned at him. "Do you know where the kitchens are?"
"No," Hiccup stretched out; apparently it was his turn to roll his eyes, "it's not like I work here."
"Shut up," but it was not meant to be harsh, she was fighting back a laugh and it was apparent.
Hiccup opened a door at the side and let her in, before leading her to the kitchens. Once in, he asked someone to take his place for five minutes.
"So, now you see." Hiccup spread his arms. "The glorious kitchen."
Astrid snorted. "As glorious as you."
"So, very glorious."
She laughed and looked around. No one noticed her, but she saw everything was in order. Laughter filled the kitchen as people drummed with their spoons and sang along to the music. They seemed to like it. A lot.
Astrid grinned as Hiccup grabbed her hand and twirled her around. It wasn't a slow song, but it was still fun to dance with a partner. Especially away from the eyes of her parents. A man with a yellow-ish mustache cheered them on, and the rest of the workers followed.
Soon, it seemed to be a competition between them and few other pairs. She was not about to be upstaged and was delighted to find that Hiccup had no such intentions either. He wasn't a bad dancer either. The song was very fast paced, and it was very fun. And she hadn't expected to be picked up and twirled around by a drink server today, but it was a nice surprise nonetheless.
And then they weren't even dancing together, they were just jumping and pumping their fists in the air, and the drumming increased, and everyone's laughter increased, and then -
"Ahem."
Rosie was standing there, crossing her arms and looking around, amused. Everyone froze and looked at her. She just had that kind of effect. "Didn't your mom say to make sure the kitchens were in order?" She raised an eye. "Looks like you're messing it up."
"She was not," the man with the yellow-ish mustache. Astrid shot him a grateful smile. "Just havin' some fun."
Her cousin eyed him with a scowl, but then gestured to the door. "Well, come on, then, Astrid. Everyone's waiting." She walked out with an air of confidence, the same confidence that she herself excluded, but Astrid hoped that it wasn't that arrogant.
"Thanks, Gobber," Hiccup told the man, and then winced at her. "Busy?"
"Busy with her, yeah." She laughed grimly, but then managed a real smile. "But thanks for showing me the kitchens, Hiccup. This was fun. I'll, uh, see you later." After hesitating for a millisecond, she stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. That was proceeded by her running out before he could say anything. As she left, she swore she heard a wolf whistle, and she would pay good money to bet that it had been Gobber, the yellow-ish mustached man.
DANCING IN THE KITCHENS. It's seriously hard to describe dancing. Anywayyyy, it's in the kitchens because we made cookies for my cousin's future in laws (because that's what we do - we give them food for the morning after or something like that) and it was a LOT of cookies. If you wanna see them, check out my Tumblr: astridthevalkyrie (although I don't think anyone really cares enough to see them XD)
