So... Here it is. Henry's point of view. I hope you guys enjoy!

Henry's life in the village had been…disappointing.

Ever since he was a young boy, his cousin, Scott, had treated him badly. As he grew older, what started with verbal abuse, insults and name-calling, turned to physical abuse, beatings and bruises.

He tried to be like the other boys, but he was weak and skinny. Eventually he decided that he would start work, maybe he could earn the respect of his peers. Or maybe he would earn enough money that he could leave town and explore the world, coming back richer than when he left and earning their respect that way.

Astrid Hofferson was pretty when they were young children. But as she grew older the pretty little girl turned into a beautiful young woman. He'd had a crush on her for years. He admired her beauty and her confidence, in a way she was everything he wasn't. He had always been able to see through her. He knew that she didn't like Scott. She only pretended to for what she could get out of it. And for some reason that registered as a chance. He had a chance with her, because she didn't like Scott.

When he left he had plenty of time to think and reason on things. It dawned on him one day, a few months after he had made the sky vessel his home, that he had never had a chance with her. And that, frankly, he didn't want one. She had been horrible to him. She was horrible to a lot of people.

The day he returned to the village to see his father he had been hit with a crate load of memories. He had been kicked over there, he had been thrown into that wall there, pushed over here, had stones chucked at his head there.

And then he saw Astrid. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. At first he had worried that past feelings would resurface at the sight of her, but he was wrong. He'd had a crush on a girl and this was a woman. A woman with her head held high in a way that suggested she was better than everyone else. The haughty look was ugly across her delicate features and he was glad he didn't have to see it everyday.

Stephen Haddock had been surprised, to say the least, when he opened the door to a young man who looked just like his son but at the same time, looked nothing like him. Once inside the house, Henry had explained all that he could, starting from the day he left. His father was amazed. He had also been immensely sorry for driving his son away and was a little relieved that it hadn't just been his fault. He made sure that his son knew that he wasn't unwanted, and that any time he wanted to come home, he would be warmly welcomed.

When Henry left, he felt as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He was finally on good terms with his father. He had a home to come back to if he wanted to.

When he saw Astrid and the rest of her little group near Ferdy's Office he was annoyed. They had followed him. And why? Because they wanted to know what had happened to him. After all this time they still couldn't just leave him be.

Working with Astrid had been interesting. When he caught her on the first day, he had been surprised to find that she didn't pull away but stared into his eyes, looking at him in a way that she never had before. She didn't know that he'd seen her staring at him throughout the day. He found it odd that she would look at him now, now that he didn't want her.

That night he joked about it with the crew. They laughed saying that she was just staring in awe that something could be so hideous.

"I'm not that bad," he had laughed along with them.

"So what'cha gonna do 'bout her starin'?" Crank had asked.

"I'll make her fall in love with me an' kiss me before pushin' her off the ship," he had replied seriously. Silence then passed for a few seconds before the whole group had all burst into laughter.

"Yeah right," Peg Leg had muttered wiping the tears from his eyes.

"You didn't see the look on her face earlier," Henry had replied. And then a thought occurred to him. Why not try? Why not try to get her to fall in love with the boy she had hated so much? It was, in a sense, poetic justice. "I bet I could do it."

"Yeah, right," Grinner had snorted with a wave of his hand.

"Why don't we make a bet out of it?" Henry had asked with a smirk.

"What kinda bet?" Sneaks had asked, leaning forwards along with the rest of the crew.

"If I get her to kiss me, you all owe me a ginea each," Henry had replied.

"And if you don't you owe us a ginea each," Sly had put in.

"And she has to kiss you!" Cook had added quickly. "You can't kiss her. She has to start."

"Okay," Henry had replied. "Deal."

And so the bet had been made. The next day, Henry let her come to him and he ignored her at first, making her try harder at making conversation before suddenly giving her his full attention. He even made her laugh.

When he caught her, he held her tighter than he had the day before. When she started gazing into his eyes, he held her stare. He held her just long enough that when he let go she would miss the warmth and quickly walked away, leaving her there.

Then she had asked him about how he came to be on the ship. He told her it was a coincidence and then stopped. He waited to see if she would push but surprisingly she didn't. He waited a bit to make it seem like he was opening up to her by telling the story.

Later on he even got her lunch. He made sure to put extra effort into it so that she would think that he put the effort in especially for her. She seemed almost happy to be working with him after that.

After dinner they had finally reached the lightning storm. He and the crew worked tirelessly as always to harvest the lightning and store it away. Afterwards he could see that the whole process had left her in shock. He managed to snap her out of it and decided to take the opportunity to gently take a hold of her hand and lead her down into the depths of the ship. She hadn't objected and he even felt her grip on his hand tighten slightly. He didn't think she knew that she was doing it and smiled to himself.

The next day, while they had been working, he made sure to sit close to her. When she asked him about going home, he had looked up and held her gaze as they sat so close to each other. He had felt her staring at him while he worked and pushed away the urge to smirk.

And then when she'd kissed him, he felt so accomplished. He couldn't believe he had actually managed to do it. When he kissed her back, he made sure that it would be a kiss that she would never forget. And then when he told her about the bet and why, he made sure to remember the look on her face. He would cherish that memory for a long time. Sure, he did feel kind of mean, but she had been mean to him for years. And sure, revenge was never the best option, but it sure as hell felt good.

So what do you think? Henry's revenge!

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