Chapter 4- A Threat
Hiccup has never felt so frustrated in his life. He sits at his messy desk, stacked up with work. His head lays flat against the hard wood. The poor Viking has so much pressure of his mind; the intense work his father has laid out for him; the new discoveries and Astrid.
Ever since that night of the celebration just 2 long weeks ago. Hiccup hasn't been able to stop thinking about what the couple did on the top step to the Great Hall. He keeps thinking about his lips lightly pressed against hers. The feeling he had in his stomach; the sparks, the explosions and the butterflies.
Unfortunately, Hiccup hasn't seen much of Astrid since she went home after their romantic night under the stars. His father has been making Hiccup work and work - he was exhausted. The only time he has seen Astrid and the gang has been during training, and even then he had to focus on the work. He couldn't socialize because his father was watching him most of the time.
Today was a Saturday and it's the hardest working day of the week at the Forge. Hiccup had no choice but to help Gobber. With a dramatic sigh, he stood up and stumbles out of his crammed workspace into the large workshop. All I want to do is be with Astrid, he thought. He actually hated his father so damn much -surely Odin doesn't work this hard? But his father always said, 'to be chief you have to work hard to make your people happy'. Ahh! Hiccup's mind screamed while his facial expression stays normal and emotionless.
He opened the shop to the early morning sun, but already people were lined up waiting for his service. His mouth dropped -today is going to be along day.
Meanwhile, Astrid woke up to the soft breeze brushing across her sleepy face. She smiled to herself, today is Saturday, one of the two days a week where she can get away with doing nothing.
She looks around her room. She has always wished one day her parents would walk through that door a greet her 'good morning' every morning like what normal parents do. She loved the idea of being alone and fending for herself but- sometimes she felt lonely. She's an orphan. She has no parents or any siblings. No even one family member is alive today- she's the last of the Hoffersons'.
When Astrid was only 4 years old her parents were killed by dragons in a very bloody battle. She only became apart of the Hooligan tribe when Stoick found her, cuddling her dead mother in a pool of her mom's blood. Only Astrid survived that day. But since then, seeing her dead mother laying awkwardly on the ground, dead, while Stoick carried away over his shoulder- she knew she had to be fearless. Her parents always told her that being fearless makes you stronger. And being strong makes you a freice Viking. And that is why Astrid is fearless, selfless and daring. That was the last conversation she ever had with them.
Astrid sits back against her bed frame remembering that conversation faintly...
-Flashback!-
"Astrid, what ever you do! Do not move from under the house. You'll be hurt if you do. Do you understand me?" Her father shouts over the loud crashes; and the loud Viking screams and shouts as they take down the invading beasts. He holds his daughter very closely to him, "please! For your mother and I, stay safe!"
"But daddy! I'm scared!" Astrid weeps, hugging her father lovingly.
"Please don't be scared, Astrid! You'll be fine if your obey your fathers orders." Astrid's mom comes over to their house, covered in blood (but Astrid being 4 thought it was a red paint) but this just made Astrid more frightened. Their tribe were never at war with dragons before hand, they never knew they existed. Until one of the tribe found a family of them, hidden in a dark, mysterious cave. That Viking was let's say not too nice to these peaceful dragons, he went straight for them and killed all. The remaining one went insanely mad and wanted revenge and that is why the battle was happening that day. Before then war was just a myth, a story. The tribe were peaceful. But then, they became blood thirsty, dragon killing tribe all at the blow out of a candle.
"I'm scared!" Astrid cried out as her mother joined the hug.
"Astrid," her mother placed her daughter on the ground and crouched down onto her knees to be stare deep into those ocean blue eyes, "fear is a weakness. Fear is a demon, he will sense it and kill you, but if you show strength and bravery, the demon will not harm you. You are not afraid." Her mother kisses her forehead, "repeat it."
"I am not afraid," she said. A fire ball fired directly onto the roof of the house next door and Astrid's poor little heart couldn't deal with the adrenaline flowing through her system.
"GET UNDER THE HOUSE NOW!" Her father yelled over the crackling of burning wood and Vikings screams.
"Be fearless, Astrid." Her mom kissed her forehead again, and hugged her so tightly Astrid thought she was going to explode, "from now on you will be Astrid 'fearless' Hofferson." Astrid smiles at her mother, oblivious to anything happening around her.
"Do as I say now! Get under the house!" Her father shrieks as more and more dragons fired at houses or at members of their tribe. The Vikings were fighting hard with the dragons, swords forced through the flesh of a dragons' stomachs, releasing flowing blood. Arrows stabbed into dragon necks, killing them quickly. Her mother and father run off to fight. Do as they say, she thought. She ran underneath the house and laid flat on her stomach watching the chaos around her. It was definitely not a sight for a 4 year old to see. She covers her ears from all the loud sounds but her eyes still gaze onto the battle ground. She looked at what each Viking held, a weapon. But Astrid being 4 wanted what ever everyone else had. Not thinking, or remembering what her father said, she runs out of hiding and runs directly to her bedroom in the house. She climbed the stairs, "I am not afraid, I am not afraid." She repeated over and over again. She burst into her room and opened a huge chest at the end of her bed. She smiled as she saw what she was looking for; an axe.
For her 4th birthday her father made her a very smart axe but always said to her that she couldn't use it until she was old enough to handle a weapon, but he wanted to give her something special for her birthday.
She gripped the axe tightly and brought it straight out of the chest, "why was daddy so against be handling it, it's not that heavy." She held it effortlessly and quickly left the room and back to laying on her stomach underneath the house.
Astrid remembers the amount of blood shed that day, but she had never seen anything like it. It terrified her. But she kept saying, "I am not afraid, I am Astrid fearless Hofferson."
After hours and hours watching dragons and Vikings fight, Astrid became restless and ran out into the open, ignoring the oncoming fire balls and flying arrows from misjudged Vikings.
"I AM NOT AFRAID!" She screams, while tears explode through the corners of her eyes. She holds the heavy axe tightly in her hands, sprinting around the village trying to find her parents.
The poor girl found it hard to see in the black light, the occasional fire balls and fires of burning houses illuminated her passage, but the night sky scared her. "I am Astrid fearless Hofferson."
A deafening sound was then heard by her small, little ears, a sizzling sound, like a very high pitched scream. She turned around to see a small dragon, sitting above a stack of burning wood. It approached her with harsh yellow, evil eyes. It looked like the devil, Loki. To fight the fear, slay the demon, she thought. She held the sharp axe to it, her eyes squinting, her breathing steady, and her hands not shaking. She swung the weapon towards the beast, surprisingly easily. She has never held it, let alone use it. The yellow and green dragon blows out a gust of fire, threatening Astrid.
"Stay back," she shouts.
It came closer and closer.
"I will hurt you."
The dragon jumped into flight, she inhaled and suddenly the fear escaped her mind and she became fearless and brave as she buried the axe into the neck of the hovering dragon. She gasped, and knelt down next to the headless body, "I told you I will hurt you." She whispered.
Her heart raced, making her feel sick. She killed her first dragon. "Mom!" She screamed, "dad!"
She jumped up, twirling in circles at the destruction sight, her head pounds. Ahh! She held her head trying the ease the pain. The little Viking stumped over as she walked away from her kill, slamming her head against the solid ground, she cries out loudly, desperately wanting her parents. Her eyes flutter shut, as her vision fades into complete darkness.
An orange glow appears as Astrid gains consciousness, her eyes flutter open to an orange sunrise. She sits up immediately holding her achey head. Her mouth drops as she sees the village. She stands up and looks around.
Black. Everything is burnt black. It was a ghost town, bodies lay all over the ground; some with limbs missing; there were even burnt skeletons. The sight didn't scare Astrid at all. It seems like last nights events had ripped the fear right out of her. She held her axe and walked around the village hoping someone was still alive, even if they were buried underneath the burnt houses.
Astrid walked all around the village with no luck. No one to be seen. At that moment, Astrid was staring at a pile of black wood which was once her home. It's all gone. She pivots, looking out onto the horizon. "Mom! Dad!" She kicked the ash and wood out of her way as she walked down the hill, "mom! Dad!" Her axe drags along the floor, almost giving up hope.
As she draws to the beach, a familiar dress lays on the yellow sand, "MOM!" She runs up to the still body, "mom!" Astrid turns her mother on to her back, revealing a very bloody picture. Her breathing started to uneven, and began to heavily pant. She stared at the mother's closed eyes, "wake up!" She shakes her desperately, "please wake up! We can wash the red paint off," she hugs her closely, not realizing she is covering herself in her mom's blood. "WAKE UP!" She screams, tears rolled out of her eyes and dropped onto her mom's corpse.
"Hello?" A mysterious voice said. Astrid thought it was her mind playing mean games. "Hello?" She heard footsteps and knew it wasn't a harsh game. She looked up to see the biggest man she has ever seen, his hands rested on his hips. "It's okay lase, you're safe now," he said, kneeling next to her.
"Can you wake my mom up?" Astrid weeped. The strange man pressed his fingers against her mother's neck and sat back.
"I'm sorry wee one, I think our lord Odin has her now."
"What do you mean?" She said, confused.
"She will never wake up, and now Odin is protecting her up there," he points to the clouds.
"She's on the clouds?" The man nods with a slight smile, he placed a hand on her shoulder,
"What's your name?"
Astrid inhales and drew back the tears, remembering what her mother said to her, " my name is Astrid Fearless Hofferson." He smiled at the small, blood covered child. The poor kid had cuts and bruises everywhere.
"I'm Stoick, chief of the Hooligan tribe. We came here to safe you."
Astrid released her mother for the last time, knowing it was time to let go. Astrid nods towards Stoick, and turns back to her mom, "goodbye," she said simply.
"Where's your father?" Another mysterious, one legged man asked, limping across the sand.
She shrugged, "probably somewhere out there sleeping with Odin(dead)." This comment surprised Stoick and Gobber- poor kid.
It was quite a bitter comment Astrid thought when she looks back at the incident.
"Well, if that's what you think. Stoick, we better get her on the ship."
"Good idea Gobber, we can send the rest of the men searching for survivors." Stoick turns back to Astrid and kneels down again on one knee, "can we take you back to Berk with us?"
"Where's Berk?" She questioned.
"A days journey from here. In that direction," he pointed North.
"Okay," she thought about it for a moment, "I'll come to Berk with you," she smiled.
Her new chief smiled, "have you got any belongings?"
4 year old Astrid bends down and picks up her axe, but a blinding shine reflects in her eyes. She looked to where it came from and saw a helmet, she ran over. She gasped as she realized the helmet was her father's, but as her eyes cleared, she noticed that the helmet sat perfectly on a black skeleton. Her stomach twisted. Well, she found her father and she called Stoick over, who just took the helmet off the skull and gave it to Astrid, "he would have wanted you to have it." She smiled.
"Can you take me away from here now?" She asked as her eyes threatened to cry again. Stoick picks Astrid up and walks to the boat dock, as they walked Astrid said her last farewells to her parents.
As she saw her home melt into the distance on sea -she promised herself that that would be the last time she ever cries.
-End of Flashback-
Astrid sits back harder against her bed frame, mouth slightly open and her eyes frozen. She exhales and pushes the thoughts out of her head. She's only 16 and has fended for herself for 10 years because she insisted that she could look after herself. She had no parents but she didn't want any special treatment from other Vikings- or their sympathy.
She stretched her tense muscles and sat up straighter, wiping the sleep from her eyes. Stormfly jumps through the window and greets Astrid, "good morning! I'll feed you once I'm dressed!" She says happily. Drawing the blanket off her, "I'll be out in a minute."
Stormfly roars softly, and jumps back out the window while Astrid gets ready.
Astrid stands in front of her cracked mirror, braiding her locks of golden hair. She to, just like Hiccup, thinks about the night of the celebration. She can't help herself, she thinks of Hiccup's warmth against her body and his soft lips against hers. The romantic moment does surprise her as she looks back: she has never been so flirtatious to any one, ever. It's a weakness and Astrid hated the idea of being weak.
Luckily for her, the gang do not tease her all about Hiccup, but they all know if they even make the smallest comment about Hiccup she would punch them in the face.
She stands all mighty in front of the mirror; hands of hips, legs shoulder-width apart. A small grin breaks through her lips, she stares into the sharp blue eyes of a warrior staring back at her.
Brushing her armour down, she runs out of her front door and jogs to Stormfly's stable.
"Come on then, girl! Let's fly!" Astrid instantaneously freezes in her tracks. Her Nadder's head is buried deep into a basket of fish. Astrid walks along side her dragon and strokes her scaly skin. "Stormfly where did you get that from?" She asks, confused.
"Me! I got the fish for her!" Ruffnut jumps out from behind Stormfly, and Astrid holds her racing heart.
"Ruff, don't do that!" She giggles, "thanks anyway!" Pointing down to the basket of fish.
"It's okay, I also took her out on her morning flight, just before she flew into your bedroom."
Astrid looks at her best friend really appreciating what she's done, "thanks again!"
"Oh! It's the least I can do to get you out for the day!" Ruff laughs.
Astrid smiles brightly, "okay!" She claps her hands, "where shall we go?"
"I was thinking the woods," Ruffnut stands right in front of Astrid, "we could train together?" She pulls Astrid's axe out from behind her back.
Astrid takes it into her own hands, "okay, let's go now!" She strokes her dragon with her free hand, "be good, Stormfly!" Both Vikings smile at each other and race to the woods.
"Ergh, Gobber can I have a break?" Hiccup asks wiping his sweaty forehead.
"Sorry, son but we really need to get these orders finished," Gobber shouts over the loud hammering of metal. Hiccup growls and continues to work on a dragon saddle for a Gronckle. He cuts the strong leather with a sharp knife. He feels very hot- working along side a open fire all day. He breathed heavily, finding it difficult to concentrate. His solution is just to take off his armour and shirt off revealing his muscular chest and his 'V' line to an empty workshop. If any girl would have seen him, they would melt. Well if they haven't already melted but the sizzling heat. Hiccup's 6 pack would just make any girl smile. Unfortunately, this thought made poor Hiccup on the verge of falling over because he feels so light headed by the heat. He stared down and leaned on his muscular arms, he could see the sweat dribbling down his stomach, all over his abs. His feet, barely able to take his weight. He inhaled and exhale slowly, catching his breath. Exhaustion.
"Hi, son just popping in to see how you're doing," Stoick says, knocking things off the edge of the work benches. "Oh! Sorry!" He bents down and picks up his mess. Laughing, he sees his son leaning against his work station. He's very pale and looks as if he's going to fall over at any moment. "Hiccup?" He pats his bare shoulder, ignoring the fact that Hiccup is wearing minimal clothing.
"Hi," Hiccup says with a shaky tone.
"Look at me son." Stoick says, worried. Hiccup looks up and straightens his back, trying not to show how exhausted he is.
"What is it dad, can't you see I'm working?" He says just a little too harsh than he meant, he tried to walk passed his dad to get more equipment but he's immediately stopped by Stoick.
"Stop."
"Dad, I need to-"
"No you don't, I'll do that. I can tell you're tired. Just go home." He holds Hiccup tightly. "Have the day off tomorrow."
"But I have-"
"No you don't it's fine." Stoick smiles and rubs his hands together, ready for work. "Right, I don't need that," he laughs handing Hiccup his armour. Hiccup's tense muscles relax and his head screamed with joy. Thank Thor! He thought.
"Thank you!" He pushes passed his father with his armour piled up in his arms. His eyes suddenly become very heavy. I'm not going to make it home, he thought as he tackles the maze of work benches. He cannot keep his eyes open. So, he burst into his 'office' at the forge, put his undershirt on to keep warm in his chilled space. He comfortably rests his head in his arms on his desk and his heavy eyes finally flutter closed, drifting into a very well need peaceful sleep.
Over the hills, in the woods, only a short distance away from the village Astrid and Ruffnut train really hard. The strongest out of the two (Astrid), runs towards a tree, axe in hand. She jumps into a front flip, releasing her weapon into the air, and then finally embedding it into the truck of the tree.
"Wow! That was another great shot Astrid!" Ruffnut says running up to embrace her best friend.
"It's your go now!" Astrid laughs as she struggles to take her axe out of the tree. Ruff holds a bow in her hand and a quiver of arrows tied to her back. Her new weapon is from her father, as a birthday present. He made it with his own hands, it's beautifully created. Astrid stands along side her best friend- looking for a next target. "How about that branch over there?" Astrid points to a massive tree branch 20 metres away for them.
"No! That's too far. Remember, I have only had the bow for a week!"
"Oh, sure you can!" Astrid nudges her, "you have great aim!" Ruff givers her a 'I hope you're right' look and aims her loaded bow. She draws the string, exhaling and she releases the arrow. Ruffnut's mouth drops as the arrow stabs the tree branch. "I told you, you can do it!" Astrid punches her shoulder playfully.
"Wow!" Is the only word Ruff can manage to say, totally shocked. Even though, she has had the bow for little over a week, she has mastered the weapon quickly. She has amazing aim. If her brother saw her, he'd be beyond jealous. He to received a bow but he was absolutely terrible with a weapon. "So," Ruff says, "how's Hiccup?" She winked.
"I don't know to be honest, I haven't talked to him for days." Feeling angry at the thoughts she kicks the grass under her feet.
"I bet making out with him made him nervous around you!" Astrid shot Ruffnut a look, "what!" She laughs, pushing her friend back playfully. Astrid's cheeks glow a blood red color. "You love him!" She mocked.
"Is it that obvious that I have feelings for him?" Astrid asks biting the inside of her lip.
"Of course it is!" Ruff throws her arms in the air as if Astrid had said the most obvious thing in the world. "When you two are together you are all over each other," Ruff pauses, "and you can really tell by how you stare at each other."
Astrid drops a hip to think, she has no idea what to say. Her cheeks redden but she turns around and throws her axe at a tree. Astrid 'fearless' Hofferson is not a person to show deep emotions. She collects her axe.
"You made out with him remember!" Ruffnut sneaks up on her, making Astrid jump, "hey, how many times have you made out with him?"
"Once," Astrid says flatly.
"How many times have you kissed him?" Astrid faces her best friend seriously. Why is she asking me stupid question? She thinks. Astrid rips her axe out of the tree and pushes passed Ruff to aim again but Ruffnut grabs her free hand, "Astrid, how many?"
"Are you kidding me?" Astrid locks her eyes into her friends ice blue eyes, but a serious look reflects on Ruffnut's face. Ruff holds her hands tightly so Astrid can't walk off.
"Fine," she says dropping her axe to the ground, show wipes her blonde hair out of her face with both hands, feeling annoyed. Astrid rests her hands his her hair, thinking. "Err, I guess I've kissed him, errm, 18 times," she says.
"Only 18?"
"No! 18 times I've kissed him!" Astrid drops her hands, feeling her face heating up at the thought of Hiccup's lips. She turns her back to Ruffnut who smiles widely.
"You love him!" Ruffnut mocks with laughter.
Anyone would have expected Astrid to tackle Ruffnut too the ground, but instead, she stands still daydreaming. She immediately snapped out of it, nodding, "I guess I do."
Ruffnut's face lit up, "you have to tell him you love him!"
Astrid shakes her head taking in what Ruff just said. "What? No!" She says, shocked.
"You love Hiccup! You really need to tell him!" Ruff says more excitedly.
"No I really don't!" She looked puzzled. She couldn't tell Hiccup. She wouldn't have the confidence to do it. Astrid just doesn't want to show love to anything. Everything she has ever loved has been ripped away from her; like her parents; her entire family. Even Stormfly has been taken away from her, even if it was only for a few days. But when she first felt a funny feeling for Hiccup, (on their first flight on Toothless) he was soon snatched away. When he was majorly injured and unconscious, Astrid thought he would never come back to her. To this day she's terrified of losing everyone and anything that she loves.
"Of course you have to," Ruffnut places her hands on both of Astrid's shoulders, "he's not going anywhere, and neither am I." She smiles brightly, "go see him now. Just tell him."
Astrid shook her head, her body uncomfortable with all the adrenaline running through her veins. Deep down she really wanted to tell him, but her head repeatedly says no! "Okay, I will when I go home," she says slightly annoyed at Ruffnut repeating herself constantly.
"No," Ruffnut says, "go now! We've been training all day and you haven't shut up about Hiccup!" In realization, Astrid looks away from Ruff- she actually hasn't stopped talking about him. She stares down at her feet.
"I suppose so," Astrid says, collecting her axe from the ground.
"Good, I'll walk you there."
"After we collect your arrows!" Astrid laughs, reminding her friend that most of her arrows are stuck in the tree trucks around them.
As the two Vikings walk back to the village, Ruffnut told Astrid how to tell Hiccup and they played out different scenarios with Ruffnut acting as Hiccup. The sunlight fades into a pale, beautiful pink color. "Tell me what you're going to say to him!" Ruffnut says, stopping Astrid walking- Ruffnut holds her arms addressing Astrid directly.
Astrid sighs and bows her head, "I love you," she whispers just loud enough for Ruffnut to hear. Astrid's body tenses, she really doesn't want to tell Hiccup right now.
"Good!" She laughs happily, "go now then!" She pushes Astrid in the direction of the Forge, "good luck."
Astrid truly loves Hiccup but she's too nervous to say so. She doesn't want to be a star-struck lover. She wants to be a warrior not a girlfriend or wife to anyone - not even Hiccup. She walked, tossing her axe into the air and catching it effortlessly. But if anyone was actually looking at her, people would just say she's showing off. She took a deep breath as she headed into the deserted workshop. I'm going to see Hiccup, she thought happily. She makes her way through the maze in the workshop. It's like an obstacle course, sliding passed tables and burners. Astrid turns her body into Hiccup's 'office' and collapses on the doorframe. Her heart sinks into the pit of her stomach as she sees Hiccup sleeping on his desk. She stands her axe against the table leg and stares at Hiccup's peaceful face. Astrid lightly brushes her fingers over his cheek and into his longish brown hair. Her stomach twists as she touches him.
Hiccup stirs and wakes up. Realizing he's not alone, he jumps out of his chair. "Err err!" He shuffles his hair and looks at Astrid shyly, "hello m'lady."
"Hey," Astrid replies with a shy smile.
"What brings you here?" He asks.
"I came to see you," she says, "I know it sounds stupid but I just had to see you."
Hiccup smiles, "I'm sorry I've been wanting to see you but I've been so caught up with work."
"It's your father," she says rolling her eyes, "I understand."
Astrid steps closer to Hiccup, unable to look away from his emerald eyes. Just tell him, Astrid's mind yelled at her. No! Her heart screamed. "Why are you shaking?" Hiccup asks, smashing her out of her thoughts.
"Oh!" She looks at her shaking hands, "I guess I'm just cold," she lied.
"Come here then," Hiccup whispers pulling her by her waist into his body. He rests his butt on the edge of the desk, pulling Astrid in between his legs. He squeezes her, and his heat transfers to her body. "How's that?" He asks holding her tightly.
Even if he was lying to him she loved their closeness, "yeah but I'm not cold," she let out a quiet laugh.
"What's wrong then?" He looks at her worried but his eyes full of love. He brushed her loose hair out of her face. She smiled.
"Er- I was going- " she didn't know how to say it, "I-er," she inhaled, hiccup stared at her, "I like you." She says slightly panting. She looked down at their close bodies, avoiding Hiccup's eyes.
"I like you a lot," Hiccup replies, lifting Astrid's chin up. "I like you," he says again when their eyes lock. A frozen chill covers his skin, he just had told the girl he has loved for years that he likes her!
"I just had to tell you," she smiles.
"So did I. I really like you Astrid," Hiccup says just as he locks his lips onto hers. Both of their hearts spark. Astrid's arms wrap tighter around his neck. His overwhelmed body ignites with adrenaline at Astrid's close touch. His mind thinks about the future; could he spend the rest of his life with her? Could he possibly become chief with her at his side? Could they have a family? His mind crashes as their lips rubbed each other's. Hiccup's hands stroke down Astrid's back feeling furr, cotton and metal. He knew one thing as he made out with Astrid -he could never imagine a life without Astrid Hofferson.
Astrid feeling intense fluttering butterflies at the pit of her empty stomach. She pulled away, pushing her hands against his shoulders, "I need to breathe!" She says no more than 5 centimetres away from Hiccup's mouth. She really didn't want to pull away but her lungs demanded oxygen. Hiccup's soft hands rubbed against her cheek.
"You're so beautiful," he says smiling. Astrid could not imagine any other guy making her as happy as she is right now. Her cheeks heat up, glowing red. She leaned into his lips. Their lips locked and unlocked. Astrid pushes herself closer, injecting her thighs into the desk. It hurt her but the kisses gave her funny feelings that over rid the pain. Bursts of excitement and love blew up in both if the Vikings' stomachs'. This was way better than the celebration make out session.
Astrid moved her hands all over his body, not knowing where to put them. Hiccup grabs both hands into his own as Astrid's fingers linger over his chest. He tangles his fingers with hers, pulling their hands away of their bodies.
Boom.
The ground shakes underneath their feet and everything falls off the shelves. Their kisses breaks as their hearts fill with adrenaline for a whole different matter. Their eyes look at each other questioning the loud sound. Was it just a figure of their imagination? Ignoring it both of them lean into another kiss.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Hiccup pulls away suddenly, eyes full of fear, how knows exactly what this is, "we're under attack!" He jumps up, sending Astrid back. "Okay m'lady," Hiccup begins to put the rest of his armour on over his green undershirt, "grab your axe and stay close to me." He draws an abandoned sword out from its sheath. "Come on!" Hiccup grabs Astrid's hand and pulls her out of the Forge into the darkness that awaits outside; not knowing what lies ahead.
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