Short chapter, guys. A whole 2,000 words shorter than my average! Whooo-wee. It's mostly a filler-chapter to stick in events and show the passage of time. Adding more meaty-meat to the bones of this story, lolol. Anyway.

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Hands on Sunshine

Chapter Sixteen

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Hiccup had finished Astrid's saddle early in the morning and brought it by her house to give it to her. However, Ingrid answered the door with an obvious red nose that Hiccup chose to disregard. It was painful to see someone look so sad to him. He gave her his best comforting smile and lifted up the saddle as an indication.

"Is Astrid home?" he asked in a gentle, friendly voice. Ingrid's eyes were watery from either crying or the bright sunlight coming from behind Hiccup, but either way, it was no wonder where Astrid's eyes got their luminescence from; Ingrid's were almost a shockingly bright green.

"No, she's at Hallbera's," she replied simply, looking at the saddle curiously. "Did you make her that?"

"I did. I broke and lost her other one so I figured I owed her this. Either that or she will hunt me down until I made one," he laughed once airily to try and ease her mood, but when she didn't crack much of a smile he decided trying to joke now wasn't a smart choice. "Well, uhm… if I could just leave this here for her, then…,"

"Go bring it back to the barn. I don't have a place here for it," she said in a flat voice though she clearly didn't mean offense to him or the saddle.

Now was a bad time to come, Hiccup. "Okay," he said quietly and turned around to walk off the porch.

"Hiccup," Ingrid said, stopping him just three feet from the steps. She hadn't moved. He turned around, squinting his eyes against the sunlight for he could hardly see her standing against the dark of the inside of the house. "It was very kind of you to make that for her. I'm sure she'll like it," Ingrid offered a crooked smile but Hiccup saw right through it, sadly. He nodded a thank you and continued walking around the house to the barn.

Walking inside, Spike nearly flew right through the ceiling in excitement, whipping her tail all along the walls and getting her quills stuck in twenty different places. "Oh, whoa! Hey, Spike, nice to see you too!" Hiccup said in surprise, taking her jabbing nasal horn to his face in her form of affection times ten. He scratched her scales with his free hand, saying, 'oh, yes, I know you've been lonely', ' watch that tail!', and 'ohhh yeah' as he rigorously scratched off dead scales. He set the saddle over the windowsill between the storage pens and Spike's claimed space scattered with hay.

"Astrid's been gone, huh?" Hiccup said to her and she made an angry squawk like, 'damn right!' "She's been going through a tough time, so give her some slack, okay? For me?" he nodded and scratched her Nadder's sweet spot, right behind the crown of spikes, and in response, she thumped her back leg and made a deep guttural sound of enjoyment. "Alright, good. Glad I forced that out of you," he winked playfully. "Now, miss, you need to stretch your wings and gossip. I am prescribing you this medication so you have to. Meanwhile, I'll do Astrid a favor and clean your hangout space. If you do this, I'll make sure you get plenty of halibut, since I hear it's your favorite," he looked at her convincingly, nodding his head like 'yeah, you want to'. Spike flapped her wings and walked through the wide side door and took off.

"Phew," Hiccup sighed, taking the pitchfork leaning against the wall. He broke quite the sweat taking all the hay off the ground, sweeping it into a pile, picking up all the hay again, and sweeping, do so multiple times until the entire barn was clean. The heat was almost staggering in the barn; it was no wonder Spike hardly left. Throughout his years in the Dragon Training business, he concluded that dragons love as much heat as possible, and their ability to withstand high temperatures far exceeded a human's tolerance. This theory is proven by dragons still hiding out in the near-ruined volcano, migrating far south to nurture their offspring, and why many swim and bathe in the hot springs around Berk and other such places. He actually had to take off his tunic to finish scooping up the hay and then to scatter it.

He brought in a fish basket and left it open for Spike to access whenever she came back, leaving in a hurry because he left Dagger at the forge by himself so he could deliver Astrid's saddle. His shirt was horrendously sweaty and damp, so he quickly jogged home through the streets, and to his immense surprise, earned a few whistles and envious eyes from the village women. Needless to say, his flushed face and neck were not only from the heat.

He quickly snagged a dirty tunic from the floor of his room and went back to the forge, but standing on the stairs leading from his house, he noticed a clustering of boys at the door. "Must be Dagger's friends," he said to himself and continued down the steps until he reached the road. As he walked closer, he could see Dagger, and he didn't look happy. Okay, or not, Hiccup thought. Then, suddenly, Dagger was pulled into a headlock by one boy who he had been talking to and his face quickly turned red from being choked.

Five or so other boys were laughing and pointing fingers as the boy continued holding Dagger, shouting, "Big ears! Biiig ears! Big as sails!" Dagger tried pulling his arm off from around his neck, but being clearly weaker than the boy, who was also clearly older, couldn't do it. Hiccup fiercely and angrily stomped through the ring of boys and startled them all so much they immediately shut their mouths when they recognized Hiccup, all their eyes as wide as plates. The boy who had Dagger in a head lock quickly let go of him and he dropped to his hands and knees, coughing and wheezing.

"You should be ashamed of yourselves. We don't need any repeats of bullies around here. Go," Hiccup said with a harsh bite, looking sharply in all their startled eyes. He waved his hand and they all ran like spurned sheep, dirt flicking up after their bare feet. Hiccup immediately cooled down and took a deep breath and a slow exhale as he picked Dagger up from the ground by his upper arm. "Are you okay?" Hiccup asked quietly, biting his lip. He couldn't believe that just happened, and to Dagger nonetheless.

Dagger nodded, rubbing his throat. "I didn't do anything," he said lamely in a scared tone, looking defeated up at Hiccup with confused and hurt eyes.

Hiccup nodded. Oh, he knew that all too well. "I know. I know you didn't," he rubbed Dagger's arm in an attempt at comfort. "Come," Hiccup gestured him inside and no more words were spoken about the incident.

Nighttime came in a hurry as it seemed to Hiccup for he had just got to work and the next thing he knew Dagger was saying goodbye and closing the door behind him. Hiccup was so engrossed in twisting a red hot metal rod he was too stunned to utter a legitimate goodbye. In any case, he quickly became tired and soon closed the forge. He locked the door and just as he turned around, there was a Nadder landing just ten feet from him in a whoosh of air, accompanied by its beautiful blonde rider.

Astrid smiled at him, the biggest one he'd seen yet, with sparkling eyes from the full moon. "Hey, there," Astrid said in a light tone, watching Hiccup walk up to Spike's flank.

"I see you've got the saddle on nicely," Hiccup said as he approached, crouching underneath Spike's belly to check the straps were tight enough and if they fit correctly. He stood up and shook the saddle a little, finding it secure. He smiled brightly up at Astrid, absentmindedly petting Spike's neck.

"It's beautiful. Thank you so much," Astrid leaned sideways and kissed the top of his head. "It's a lot more comfortable, too. Spike seems to like the difference as well."

"I'm glad," Hiccup put a hand on her bare knee and gave a gentle squeeze. "Going on a flight?"

"Yes, it's much overdue," Astrid laid her hand on top of his and lowered her eyes to it, clutching the steering strap a little tighter as she tried to think of how to say what she wanted to since she knew what Hiccup was going to ask.

"Do you—,"

"Tonight's more of a… solo flight. No offense to you or anything," Astrid said weakly, looking apologetic, holding his hand.

Hiccup didn't look much surprised. "Oh, no, not at all, I understand. I went alone with Toothless for two years, after all," he smiled knowingly. "You go fly. Tell me if there's any malfunctions in the saddle, it hasn't been tested yet."

"I will," she just wanted to hug him for his sweetness. "Thank you… again."

"Absolutely," Hiccup kissed her hand and stepped away with his hands in his pockets, watching Astrid and Spike take off into the night sky until they were entirely indiscernible.

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Some older kids were holding a bonfire some nights later at the waterhole and Ruffnut and Tuffnut were adamant everyone go and crash it. Ruffnut had to almost physically drag Astrid out of her house and then it was Tuffnut who threw her over his shoulder. Hiccup was getting out of the forge early since Gobber was working today when he saw Astrid knee him in the stomach just right so she could jump off his shoulder and punch him square in the cheek. Hiccup was laughing along with Ruffnut and Snotlout before he even approached the four of them.

"Next time you do that, it'll be right into your nose," Astrid said sharply and poisonously, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes as Tuffnut spat out blood, grinning while the others laughed. He pulled himself up and clapped Astrid on the back.

"I'll hold you to that. That one hurt my jaw," he rubbed the left side of his jaw bone where a light purple bruise was already starting to form.

"What happened here?" Hiccup asked as he reached them.

"Tuff threw Astrid over his shoulder because she didn't want to go and she punched him in the face," Ruffnut summarized, standing next to Snotlout with her hands on her hips and a mischievous look to her face, her hip characteristically cocked.

"I told him not to do that," Snotlout said with a bit of a smile as he rolled his eyes, but he didn't look as psyched as Ruffnut or Tuffnut. In fact, he actually looked a little anxious.

"Go where?" Hiccup furrowed his brows, noting Snotlout's strange antics.

"Didn't you hear?" Ruffnut said like it had to be the most obvious thing in the world.

"No, I've been kinda working all day," Hiccup said dryly and Astrid sniggered, her eyes dancing all over his face.

"Well, my dude, some older guys are holding this bonfire at the waterhole and we're all heading over—minus Fish because he's busy with some shit. Wanna join us?" Tuffnut squinted at him and smirked crookedly, almost as if he was trying to convince Hiccup to go with his mind powers or something.

He looked to Astrid, whose yellow hair was illuminated to look almost transparent in the bright orange sun, dusk quickly on its heels. "Sure. Why not?"

They all walked together to the swimming hole, and both to Hiccup and Astrid it was kind of funny they were going back to the place where so many things happened with so many people now populating the place. It was like the things were their own secret that happened and still nobody knew about, the incidents hardly upsetting the nature of it all. But Hiccup could still pick out the tree he remembered looking at as he experienced one of the most pleasurable things he had ever felt, and the sound of the waterfall almost made him laugh because he clearly remembered that since he was sitting right next to it. He remembered waking up from passing out after sankthansaften and seeing one of the big mossy boulders in the middle of the pond that held the tree trunk between another boulder, the same one Astrid pushed Tuffnut off of. He knew it was a strange time to be thinking about all of this, but he couldn't help himself, suddenly feeling the urge to journal about it.

Many people were swimming and jumping off the boulders but there was a decent gathering around the bonfire where people sat on tree trunks for benches and stumps for stools and stood around, drinking from wine bottles and tankards with cheap ale. Hiccup and Astrid mostly hung around the fire, taking sips of drinks that were passed to them but neither wanted to get drunk so they ended passing the drinks to someone else. They chatted to people they knew and didn't, listened to stories ranging from funny to serious and intriguing, laughed at the real drunks tripping over their feet and those who hugged the trees. Snotlout mostly hung out with Hiccup and Astrid, surprisingly, because generally he would be all for going to mesh in with other groups to talk to girls, but he declined Tuffnut's and others efforts to get him to come with them. And, on top of it, he was oddly quiet.

Astrid didn't fail to notice these things either as she watched him swig from a wine bottle just a foot away from Hiccup, who she was leaning against as the night around them got a bit chilly despite the large fire. "Hey, 'Lout, what's up?" she had see him act this way before, however. He was usually the pouty type after a particular embarrassment or a defeat, but tonight he wasn't even trying to actively pursue girls. Something was up.

"Hm?" he looked over at her across Hiccup, one thick, black eyebrow raised and his eyes with a faraway look to them.

"What's up? You're awfully quiet," she said, sitting up straight and accepting a mead bottle from the girl next to her on the log. She took a swig, keeping her eyes on him. Hiccup melded into their conversation once he stopped listening to the other one's going on around him.

"Oh. Nothing," Snotlout replied convincingly, shrugging.

"Don't try that, 'Lout. It's been obvious all night," Hiccup said in a light tone, taking the bottle from Astrid when she handed it to him silently, taking a small sip.

Snotlout knew he was found out the moment Astrid said something un-Astrid-like to him. There was really no use in hiding it now, and besides, he was getting drunk so he couldn't really not talk about it. "Agnes and Bjørnstaud are here," he said in a quiet voice, leaning in their direction a bit. "It's just awkward."

Oh, Hiccup thought. That's why. He looked to Astrid and just by the expression on her face he could see she was confused. "They're engaged," he whispered in her ear and she immediately understood.

"I've never seen him upset like… that. He's a little pathetic-looking," she whispered back, resting her chin on his shoulder.

"I agree," Hiccup replied, looking at Snotlout.

"What?" Snotlout snapped, sneering.

"We're just saying how pathetic you look. All mopey-dopey and whatever," Astrid said without hesitation, acting completely unsympathetic almost to the point where it seemed cruel. "Seriously, I've never seen you so… distraught. It's almost painful."

Hiccup was particularly horrified by what was coming out of her mouth. Why would she say those things? Snotlout was certainly a huge jerk to him when they were younger, but he never considered being one back (at least without sarcasm), and he also knew Astrid to sometimes be insensitive, but he never thought she could be so blatant. "Astrid!—,"

"No, wait. Trust me," she put a hand on his chest to stop him, speaking lowly just to him.

"You don't have to—,"

"Shh!"

They watched Snotlout pause, looking at the fire with the bottle in his hand in between his knees. "What… are you trying to say, Astrid?" he looked dangerously over at her, his eyes narrowing but he still didn't seem to understand.

"You heard me. You look stupid sitting there like your momma grounded you," Astrid said with a smirk and Hiccup couldn't help but snigger, making Snotlout only more pissed off.

"Shut the Hel up," Snotlout said angrily, then took a big gulp and threw the empty bottle to the ground, exciting some drunken people near him to lean away and laugh. "Stop laughing!" he said through gritted teeth, his eyes becoming livid.

"Whoa, man, take it down a notch," a drunk guy said a few feet away from him, a lazy smile plastered on his face. Snotlout looked over at Astrid, who purposefully looked gloating and snooty, and he growled and stood up, stepping over the log and storming off.

"Are you sure that was a good idea?" Hiccup asked Astrid, looking a little worriedly at Snotlout's back as he disappeared between some people.

"Oh, he'll be fine. He'll be angry for a bit but then he'll do something and cool off and be back to normal. There's no other way to get through to his stupid, thick head unless you get him mad," Astrid explained, sighing and sitting up straight. She dug her heel into the dirt and sand mixture as she poked a stick into the fire.

"I hope it works," Hiccup said and watched the fire too.

Together, the two sat by the fire for what felt like forever until there was some shouting off to their right. It effectively caught everyone's attention as a big "OOOH!" disrupted the easy-going flow of the whole function. People started scrambling over to the source of all the noise and then Hiccup and Astrid realized what all the commotion was; there was a fight.

Astrid locked eyes with Hiccup and a mutual understanding passed between them, but only Astrid was the first one to speak it. "Oh, shit. 'Lout."

Hiccup stood up so quick as if he had been prodded with a hot stake and instinctively grabbed Astrid's hand, but she was up almost as fast as he was. They ran over to where everyone else was congregating, shouting and cheering and basically being obnoxious. Hiccup pulled Astrid through the ring so he stood just along the cleared out space where the two people were currently being broken up. Neither of the two were Snotlout, and in fact, he was holding one of the men back and doing a good job at it with his sheer size. Both Hiccup and Astrid physically slumped in relief, Hiccup more so than Astrid since he was obviously not into fighting like she was her whole life.

The crowd began to disperse and return to their activities and the two brawlers were separated to cool off and clean their bloodied faces. Hiccup looked over at Astrid and sighed, running a hand through his hair as she yawned behind her hands.

"I'll take you home," Hiccup said and put a hand on her upper back, leading her out of the waterhole site. There were no protests whatsoever and she happily went with him.

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A few days later and after coming back from lunch, Hiccup was in a noticeably good mood. He had a certain bounce (and squeak) to his step and an ever-present smile on his face as he talked to Dagger while weaving leather for handles. Maybe it was because of the sun shining or maybe because he got to make out with Astrid last night—who knows. But it was awesome to get to kiss her again, at least in that fashion. Or maybe it was because he had a damn good lunch. Either way, life was going alright for the first moment in a long time. Astrid loved the saddle, he pulled an awesome aerial flip with Toothless yesterday, Dagger's doing great with the grindstone—he sighed, finally being able to relax a bit. Not even his haunting journals were on his mind. It was great.

"…No, I think a Nadder would fit you better than a Nightmare. Hm… actually, maybe a Timberjack. There's some starting to migrate here from the forests and there's some who I'm sure would like a buddy," Hiccup said to Dagger, measuring some strips of leather as he sat on a stool along the counter.

"We're not supposed to pick a dragon until we're twelve. You made that rule," Dagger pointed out, pumping the peddle to get the stone up to speed.

"I know. It's just something to ponder on is all I'm saying. Just be careful of their wings, though, it's like a twenty-five-foot wingspan. And they don't have any arms so you do have to scratch their back—a lot—,"

"I know, Hiccup. It's in the Dragon Manual," Dagger rolled his eyes; now it was his turn to get exhausted over excessive talking.

"No, but really, they love it. And by the time you're twelve, there will be plenty of Timberjack babies to go around. They're probably the most docile, too, so that would be good for you. They're even better than Nadders. Or Gronkles."

"Yep."

"Hey, doesn't your sister have a Gronkle?"

"Emla? Yeah, her name's Wickedfoot… or something."

"Their toenails are hard to clean, so that would make sense, but they're the worst on keeping up with their hygiene. Nadder's are the cleanest because they're so vain—,"

"Yep."

"But they're very kind, so that's why I think a Nadder would be good for you, too. I don't know. People are hesitant to take up Timberjacks because they're 'new'."

"Hiccup!"

That was not Dagger who spoke. He had opened his mouth to speak, but someone else had ran up to the window and shouted into the forge with urgency. Hiccup immediately furrowed his brows and spun his head around to see that their face was washed in fear and shock that quickly got Hiccup's attention.

"What is it, Hack?" Hiccup asked, setting his tools down and forgetting them as he went over to Hack leaning in the window. There was a loud roar outside and a couple of screams. What was going on?

"It's a Nightmare. It lit itself on fire and it's goin' on a rampage. Houses are on fire, and…,"

He didn't need to say anymore. Hiccup swiftly snagged a rope off a hook on the wall and looked at Dagger with intent eyes at the door. "Get a bucket and fill it with water," Dagger immediately did so as Hiccup left and went with Hack down the road where the Nightmare was. "What happened?" he asked on the way.

"No one knows! It happened out of nowhere," Hack explained as he lead Hiccup down a side road and he then saw the Nightmare on top of a roof in his direct line of sight just at the end of the road. He started running faster through the people who were trying to run away from it as it spat out a jet stream of fire in the air and at some houses. There were some who were trying to swing ropes around its neck but the rope burned on contact or the Nightmare simply bit it off. Hiccup approached the house and dropped the rope to raise his hands up to it to hopefully use his dragon skills to calm it down from its hysteria.

"Hey, bud, it's okay! Relax!" he shouted up calmly but it proved to be no use as the Nightmare jumped off the roof and roared and a jet of fire came his way. He jumped to the right and rolled to avoid it and effectively did so. Above him on dragons, some villagers successfully dumped water on its head to put out the fire on its front half, the back from the torso to the tail still lit.

Hiccup had never been great at rolling in action; he hated doing it because his prosthetic always screwed him up somehow. He had rolled toward where he dropped the rope and he was able to pick it up when he stood in one semi-fluid motion, nearly tripping over his feet when he was upright again. But, turning around, the Nightmare lunged at him and he felt something tear into his side but he completely ignored it because his left arm came into contact with some of the fire on its flank. He shouted in pain with someone nearby tossed a loop of rope around the Nightmare's head and started pulling against it with a few other men. Hiccup forgot his arm and quickly tied the rope so he could toss it, but in the dragon's struggle he was knocked in the head by the Nightmare's wing, staggering sideways.

"Goddamn it," Hiccup groaned, holding the side of his head, and looking at his palm he saw a bit of blood. Okay. He could not get beat up by this Nightmare; he wasn't going to let it happen.

"Come on, we need more buckets!" Hiccup shouted. "Rope!" he tossed the rope over the Nightmare's back as a couple people kicked into gear, one person taking the rope he had tossed. "Wrap it around the front right wing!" he shouted over the commotion and the man did what he asked and Hiccup did the same to the left, being extra careful to avoid the long claws. Once the rope was around both wings, Hiccup and the other man yanked backwards so the Nightmare fell onto its chest. There were water buckets dumped onto the Nightmare and it was entirely put out so it could be swathed in rope and tied down.

Hiccup handed the bit of rope he was holding to another guy helping tie the still-writhing and entirely unpleasant Nightmare down, feeling suddenly lightheaded. "Yeah, yeah, just wrap up his jaw and bring him back to the stables," Hiccup said when someone asked what to do next.

"Hiccup?" Dagger appeared next to him at random, holding a full bucket of water, his eyes wide with surprise and voice dripping with disappointment knowing he missed it all.

"It's alright now. Everything's… everything's… okay," Hiccup slurred, swaying in his spot. Ouch. His side was stinging something fierce. He turned to Dagger and the boy gasped at the sight; on his left side on the front was a long claw mark from the middle of his ribcage under his arm to his hip. The wound wasn't deep enough to be fatal but was certainly deep enough to be concerning as blood was dripping down his pant leg already.

"Oh, gods, Hiccup!" Someone else shouted and heads turned to face him. The last thing he wanted was pity and now he knew he was going to be flooded with it. He fell to his knees and people rushed to him.

"This is ridiculous," Hiccup muttered before he fainted into someone's arms.

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"This is seriously ridiculous!" a voice shouted, waking Hiccup from his sleep. Yeah, geez, this is ridiculous. Let's yell a little louder. Owww. My head. Ow. My arm. My side! Hiccup thought, then sat up with such suddenness there was a shriek from the source of shouting. "No, you idiot, lay back down! You'll tear open your stitches! Gods!" That could only be Astrid.

And it was. She rushed to his bedside and pushed him back down, a little less than gentle, and Hiccup let out a mighty groan and a pained 'OW!' before complying to Astrid's forceful will. He laid back down on the pillows and opened his eyes, strange lights and sounds and smells coming to focus that reminded him nothing of his own bedroom or house. He squinted and could see Astrid looking at him worriedly and frustratingly, hanging plants and weird things from the ceiling, candles all across the room to give it an old, eerie feel. Once he could see straight, he saw the healer, Svala the Strange, walking toward him and telling Astrid to be gentler.

"Don't tell me how to be gentle, old woman. I clearly remember you breaking my arm once," Astrid said, a warm hand on Hiccup's shoulder as if protectively while he still put the pieces of his surroundings together.

Svala was not as old as Astrid made her seem. She was probably not even fifty yet, her face hardly lined with wrinkles and her dark brown hair with only a few strands of grey. She smiled kindly at Hiccup though she spoke to Astrid, sitting on the short stool on the other side of the bed from her as she untied Hiccup's bandages around his torso. "No, I set your already-broken arm into place, dear. It only felt like I was breaking it because you were crying in such hysteria."

Astrid blushed with embarrassment and anger and pursed her mouth to keep from saying any unnecessary things. Hiccup laughed weakly at her expression but soon stopped because his stomach was so damn sore it was hard to even breathe. "Owww. This is ridiculous," Hiccup groaned and leaned his head back, wincing when Svala peeled the bandages from the poultice she applied to his wicked-looking claw marks. Those would be cool scars later. But it still hurt like Hel.

"You're telling me. I'm sewing at Hallbera's and I hear screams just two streets over and I'm already hearing things about a Nightmare gone berserk. I go to the scene and see you being carried off looking like you wrestled with it," Astrid said sternly in disbelief, holding his hand on the bed. Svala tied the bandages again and gently smoothed them out.

"A few other people had some bad burns, but otherwise everyone is fine. They all left this afternoon soon after the incident. A dozen houses are burnt or singed but still standing. Apparently you fared the worst out of everyone, and from what I hear, you rushed right into it, confronting that Nightmare head on," Svala said as she started unwrapping Hiccup's arm. He raised his eyebrows, looking at Astrid as she eyed him as if saying, 'you are an unbelievable fool'. "But you got that Nightmare down swiftly enough. No one still knows what caused that dragon to go crazy," Svala said but neither really heard her, both of them locked in a stare-off.

Hiccup's eyes were half lidded as he crookedly smirked, his head wrap screwing up his bangs enough so that he looked stupidly cute—at least Astrid thought so, but she wouldn't admit it. "Are you proud of me?" he asked a little deliriously, his sight going in and out of focus.

Astrid softened and relented her gaze enough so that she could smile, grasping his hand tightly. "You're a completely stubborn moron and you scared me half to death for taking on a flaming, undomesticated Nightmare, but yes, I am proud of you. You did a good job for getting yourself so beat up."

Hiccup chuckled lightly before his eyes fluttered closed, contentedly letting himself fall into a drug-induced sleep with Astrid's warm hand reassuring him.

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Anonymous:

Adam: Oh, she will no worries! Not for a little while, but in time she will have no qualms with it :)