Astrid took a bus to Hiccup's place. She would have gotten a ride from one of her friends, but they all rejected the idea swiftly, unwilling to be one of the few to experience an angry Hiccup.

She had rolled her eyes at the wimpy ways they backed out; what babies. Hiccup was harmless! Probably.

Clutching a plastic grocery bag, the blonde bravely headed into the cold ex-sanctuary.

"Hiccup?" She called, and the name bounced off the walls and came back to her.

The fact that both the front door, and the one leading to the gym were unlocked didn't surprise her anymore because Hiccup had admitted, with his head bowed so no one could see the blush heating his cheeks - and even so, his embarrassment was evident in his voice - that he felt that even if it was old and a little rundown, a church should never be sealed off to the public. The door to his apartment, though, was locked tightly.

She wound her way through the halls and to his door, beating on it irritatedly. Toothless accompanied her noises by meowing loudly after each knock. Astrid almost giggled - was Toothless a dog or a cat?

Finally, with an annoyed groan, Hiccup swung open his door and glared. "What?"

"Don't pull the whole 'I wanna be alone waaahhwah' spiel." She pushed past him and plopped the bag onto the table. "You have my sympathy, but you won't improve your grade by moping around." She grabbed several bags of snacks out of her grocery bag before revealing her secret weapon.

"Beer numbs the pain."

XxX

Hiccup inhaled shakily.

He felt oddly drunk, likely due to the crushed cans of beer piled on the coffee table between him and his tutor. He wasn't used to feeling drunk. It was a weird feeling.

The boy was suddenly hyper aware of the pretty blonde next to him. Her eyelashes were longer thane had realized, and he opted to stare at his paper rather than the smiling blue eyes beneath the light lashes.

Astrid leaned closer to her student and his breath caught in his throat at the sudden movement. He, against his better judgment, nervously let his eyes travel back to her before he noticed her lips were forming words.

What kind of creep got that caught up in his own delusions?

"Hiccup,are you even listening to me?" The girl scolded.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, you were saying?" He knew he should have kept his eyes on his paper. Now he had an overwhelming urge to touch her. The was weird, right? People don't just touch someone.

He urged himself to make sense of her words as he struggled not to stare at her lips.

Oh, that's what it was. He wanted to kiss her.

"What?"

"Huh?" Hiccup's eyebrows shot up. He hadn't said that out loud. He knew he hadn't. He could have possibly... Astrid's cheeks were flushed, however, in a way that told him he most certainly had.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean... um..." he began, but he couldn't think of a word to say. He had, actually, meant it, but she wasn't supposed to know that.

To his complete surprise, the girl moved closer. "Seriously?" She smiled, and Hiccup wondered if part of her blush was due to the alcohol. She licked her lips. "Let's do that." Yup, she was definitely drunk, too.

"I haven't ever done that before," he admitted in a whisper. "Care to demonstrate?" Yes, that felt like it sounded suave.

She made a contented humming noise and closed her eyes before pressing her lips to his.

When they parted, he blinked rapidly. "I don't think I totally got that, can you do it again?"

"Take notes this time," she replied somewhat sternly and grabbed his hoodie, pulling him towards her again.

"Hiccup!"

He opened his eyes slightly and stared up at a clearly amused blonde. But when had she gotten up there?

"I thought you couldn't get drunk," Astrid grinned. "You were fine one second, the next you were completely off your rocker, and than you totally blacked out. Did you have a nice dream? Your grin was so big it could barely fit in the room. Hiccup?"

The trainer had turned his head into the table. Great. Just great.

XxX

Studying ended more quickly than either had imagined it would, and Hiccup stopped complaining about the headache he would have in the morning after Astrid stabbed him in the arm with her pencil every time he did. She felt she got the gist of being an animal trainer.

"Are you even certified to do it?" She asked him through a mouthful of chocolate when they decided to call it quits for the night. "Being an animal trainer, I mean."

"Umm, technically I'm only allowed to be doing it with a proper animal caretaker's supervision, but I got pulled out of getting my, um, degree thing by my dad, so..." he grinned innocently.

"Is he legally allowed to force you into a certain career option?"

"You're the lawyer, you tell me. I don't think that even it wasn't legal, I couldn't talk. Anyways, he's taking care of my tuition."

Astrid squinted at him and shrugged. "Whatever, just don't get caught."

"Totally living on the edge here." he grinned.

She stood and dusted off her skirt. Placing her hands on her hips, she glanced around the room. "So, I'll be borrowing your couch."

Hiccup glanced up at her and furrowed his brow. "For what?"

"Obviously because I don't know where the bathroom is," she said, then laugh at his troubled expression. "I'm going to sleep on it, numbskull."

"Why?"

"Because," Astrid condescended, "It's dark out, and the last bus is already gone."

"Right, that's dangerous." he suddenly understood, then stood with her, his eyebrows still knit together. "But you can't sleep on the couch."

"Can't I?" She challenged, slightly offended.

"Of course not! I can't let my guest sleep on the couch!" Well, he hadn't said 'a girl'.

"I'd be a bad guest if I took the host's bed!"

"I'm not folding, Astrid."

"Neither am I!" She crossed her arms, and teasingly smirked. "We're going to end up sleeping on it together."

Hiccup's cheeks flared, his dream flashing in his mind.

"I'm only kidding, calm down. You look like a sixteen-year-old, man."

He covered the red with both palms and wrinkled his nose at her. "I'm going to sleep."

After a few minutes, Astrid kissed his cheek. "I'm stealing your bed again!" She announced before skipping away.

Hiccup sunk onto the couch, staring at the ceiling. His cat hopped onto his chest and lay down, giving him an obviously judgmental look.

The trainer pressed on Toothless' paw pads with his thumbs. "What are you looking at?"

in other news hiccup is a criminal.

Not really, because he's legally certified, but he didn't complete the course completely. He was almost done when his dad said he needed to spend more time focusing on 'important things', so the teacher just graduated him. Oops.

This chapter might be a little awkward cause i wrote most of it when i was half asleep I'm sorry...