Happy Day of Dragons, guys! Yup, today the first movie turns four! I've got my strike class symbol on my wrist (or something that resembles it) and I'm ready to watch the movie! And t celebrate even more, I thought I'd post this today.

ONWARDS!

Things got awkward. Like, really awkward. She used to be able to watch Hiccup "succeed" at what she should be succeeding at , glare at him, and then proceed to mutter… unkind things under her breath. But now she had an urge to let him win. She knew he'd win anyway, but she didn't want to get in the way of things. But at the same time, she wanted to be on top. She was the best, but no one knows that anymore.

She didn't set one step into that forest since the little confrontation, and she had yet to utter a word to Hiccup. Not that she was planning to. Ever. This brought us back to awkward. They were stuck together. They had to sit next to each other during dinner because they were the two best, or as Astrid figured everyone saw it, Hiccup and second best. Maybe she would've attempted something if they were alone. But every time she was with him, there were swarms of people, which she wasn't sure she minded.

Maybe it was a good thing. It was a good thing. Because she knew talking to him would make her mad. She'd yell at him and make things worse. He'd yell at her (maybe), and Astrid would refuse to realize that it was her fault in the first place. Until she had time to regret it. And she did not need more to regret.

But of course, all good things come to an end, because she was mad. It was the final fight before the elder would choose the student who would kill the Monstrous Nightmare, and it was Hiccup. She'd admit she was pretty mad then, but then he decided he would brush it off like it was nothing and try to leave. Like he was better than them. And this enraged her.

Blinded by her anger, she followed Hiccup into the forest with her axe, ready to actually spill blood if he insisted on being aggravating. She had no idea where he was going, which made it hard because she had to always keep him in her sight, which wasn't easy. He was a tricky one, she'd admit that (in her head).

They got deeper and deeper into the woods, and she started to wonder where he was going. Typically, no one bothered to come so far into the woods, but she didn't need someone to tell her Hiccup wasn't typical.

Finally they reached their destination. Some kind of… cove. What did he do here every day?

He slipped down the rocks to get to the bottom with Astrid trying to quietly copy his movements. He dropped everything he had on the ground with his back facing her. She took the opportunity to climb up on a rock and start sharpening her axe with a rock. The element of surprise wasn't one she used too often, but she was familiar enough with it.

She could hear him talking. She wasn't listening, but she could hear him. She would've questioned who he was talking to, but he clearly already insane. She didn't bother to look at him until she heard a yelp of surprise.

She almost smiled at his reaction, but too soon he started to speak. "What are you doing here?" She couldn't hear frustration, annoyance, or anger, which was probably good, and she definitely heard a hint of nervousness, which was definitely good. But his confidence… there wasn't too much, but it was there. That was not good.

"What are you doing here?" he repeated. She was taken aback. He was firmer this time, still not annoyed, but she knew he wanted answers.

If he was any normal old person she would've started accusing him of cheating, maybe even yelled at him a little. But she didn't. She no longer knew why she came here. But she came up with a reason. "I wanna know how you beat me."

"What? Really, this again? I- I thought we were past this!" he exclaimed.

So did I.

"We- uh- are. But I wanna know how. No one just gets as good as you do. Especially you."

"I- uh- I just- I"

Good, he was back to stuttering.

" Are you training with someone?"

"What? No! For the love of- is this all you wanted to know? How I beat you?" He asked, this time with annoyance. Where did that come from?

"Yes, and by the looks of it, you're a lying cheat!" She punched his arm. "That's for-"

A growl. She heard it, a growl! There was something here. She shoved Hiccup backwards, she didn't want him dead after all. She heard him land with a thud behind her. He'd be safe back there, so long as he didn't do anything stupid.

It was dark where she heard the growl come from. But then she saw it. If there were different shades of black, then that was it because the shadow and the thing were not the same. It emerged. With green eyes and a snarl, it was scary. But she was ready. Lifting her axe she started towards it.

She was ready to strike when a boney body tackled her and threw the axe out of her hands.

Hiccup?

He was in front of that thing, as if he was trying to calm it. "It's okay. She's a friend." He turned to her.

This was not what she was expecting. She turned around and ran. She could hear him talking, but she wasn't listening, once again.

What was that? Why did he have it? A realization soon washed over her. One that nearly made her stop in her tracks. It was a Night Fury. Hiccup the Useless actually shot down a Night Fury. And didn't kill it. She had to tell everyone.

She couldn't get any further because her feet were ripped right off the ground. She felt… claws on her shoulders. Odin above, what was happening? Before she knew it, she was hanging on a tree branch, hanging on for dear life while demanding Hiccup get her down.

"Fine," he said, "I'll fly you down."

Was he insane? "Hiccup, you are out of your mind if you think I'm going to climb on that thing!"

"Please Astrid," he begged, "Let me show you."

She looked down. She wasn't climbing down that tree. She slapped his hand away (pride) and climbed on the beast. "Okay. Now get me down."

He said something else. She, again, wasn't listening. Not like she needed to. The Night Fury opened its wings. Was this how dragons went down?

The answer was no, because the dragon went crazy. Up, down, around, probably underwater. She wanted it to stop. She was going to die. She wanted to get off this horrible, horrible beast. Was Hiccup enjoying this? His voice was drowned out by her own, but she didn't think he was clinging to the black dragon for dear life.

"Okay! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

And finally the nightmare was over. Why did it stop? Because she said sorry? Was that why Hiccup put her on the death trap? To hear her say sorry?

It didn't matter, because it was kind of fun. She opened her eyes. The beauty almost made her fall over. Pink, yellow, orange, it was amazing. She reached out to touch the fluffy fog above her. This was amazing. She stole a quick glance at Hiccup, who happened to be looking at her. They both quickly looked away. For a second she thought it would be awkward, but it wasn't. Now. Now she would make things right.

"Hey Hiccup?"

He looked back at her again.

"I'm sorry."

And this time, she was.

So, not particularly proud. OOC. Almost a summary of the scene (which if you can't recognize, SHAME ON YOU!) if it weren't for the slight line changes. Yeah… not my best work. Sorry.

Anyway, HAPPY DAY OF DRAGONS, and goodbye. BUT NOT FOREVER.