AN: Today's drabble comes from a little comic I saw on deviantArt. It is HILARIOUS, and I suggest you all check it out at secondlina's dA page. The comic is in 3 parts, and this drabble explains the 3rd part.

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The Bold, the Brave, and the Brainless

Hiccup and Astrid had been assigned that afternoon to sorting the freshly caught fish into woven baskets. The more hefty vikings would then transport them to the large bowl in the center of town where all the dragons gathered to eat. All the while Hiccup was gagging from the raw smell, but he felt he had to man up after seeing how easy the job looked when Astrid was doing it.

The two were in a steady relationship now that included some hand holding and a couple chaste kisses every now and then. Most of them were initiated by Astrid since Hiccup was too hesitant to try anything.

But today would be different!

Hiccup leaned back against the wooden shed's wall to rest, watching as Astrid closed to the lid to one basket and moved on to the next. She bent over to pick up a handful of mackerel, which inclined the boy's curious green eyes to glue themselves to her butt. A sly smirk crossed his face as a brilliant thought came to him. They were alone, she was busy; what an opportunity!

Hiccup quietly approached the girl from behind, brought his hand back, and smacked her right in the rear. It made quite a sound, and Astrid was obviously alarmed by it, but the only thing Hiccup was focused on at the moment was the searing pain. The boy looked at the palm he had hit her with and saw blood starting to seep out of the multiple punctures that had appeared.

Maybe this is why some viking women wore spiked skirts.

Astrid turned around slowly and Hiccup got ready to receive the pummeling of a life time. But, instead of knocking his head clean off, she had a puzzled look on her face as if she hadn't felt the slap at all. Turns out, she didn't. The said spiked skirt was also armored, which meant no reaction, which meant a failed seduction tactic for Hiccup. She did, however, go ballistic over the sight of her boyfriend's hand randomly gushing blood.

"Geez! What happened?!" The blonde took a look at his palm despite some of the blood getting onto her. Hiccup just stood there sheepishly, not really knowing what to say expect that he was fine. "Fine?! You look like you've just grabbed a mace by the wrong end!" In the blink of an eye she pulled out some gauze from underneath her shoulder shields (he'd always wondered what she was packing in there) and instantly began wrapping the wounds.

The boy sat down on one of the baskets, watching intently as she frantically made sure the bandages were tight enough. A worried Astrid was sort of a new thing for Hiccup; flushed cheeks, furrowed brow, shaky hands, strands of stray hair falling from her usually tidy hairline. He couldn't help but smile.

During his stupor, Astrid kept lecturing him. "Scared me nearly to death, you dork! I thought you'd have a matching hand to go with your leg! You need to be more careful."

"Sorry, Astrid." Hiccup said apologetically.

She was almost finished wrapping. "This could easily get infected, so make sure you wash it when you get home, okay?"

Luckily it didn't look like any blood had been left on the back of her skirt, otherwise people might think she sat on something she shouldn't have. There was plenty of it on the floor though, which they'd have to clean up later. Hiccup thanked the GODS she didn't know what these wounds were actually from, and he intended to keep it that way. Maybe he'd tell this funny little story to the grandkids one day in case they might spawn any similar ideas. It'd certainly be one to put in The Viking's Book of Blunders and Bungles.

Hiccup felt warm fingers brush some of his hair aside and touch his face. Astrid, too, was smiling and shaking her head at the boy. "It's amazing how many times you've given me a reason to punch you."

"Well, I might need it sometimes."

"Yeah, sometimes." She replied sarcastically.

The two chuckled at their banter. It was such a sweet moment that Astrid couldn't help but lean in for a light hope-you-feel-better kiss. Since no one was watching they were able to linger for longer than they usually would. Afterwards, she gave her boyfriend a solid slug in the arm.

"Ow! Hey, c'mon! I'm an injured person here." He points to his bandages, but still sporting an amused grin on his face.

"Oh really?" The girl stood up, brushed the dirt off of her pants and turned to finish her job, but not before saying one last thing. "Well maybe you'll think twice before you decide to smack a girl's ass."

Astrid went back to gathering fish while Hiccup sat there dumbfounded. He then proceeded to laugh.

There was definitely no keeping secrets from this woman.

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AN: Lol! If Hiccup were bold enough to do something like this IRL, it would be the greatest thing ever. Also, now that finals are over, hopefully I'll be able to update more drabbles! :)