Disclaimer: OF COURSE HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON ISN'T MINE, YOU DOLTS!

Author's Note: Thanks so much for reading and reviewing. I should give summaries that vague all the time! I'm not going to have Hiccup fainting or falling over every chapter… although that's not a bad idea… That's something you could include in your review! ;D

Astrid spluttered, "The uh, klutz knocked-over the water bowl."

The klutz? thought Hiccup, Was that really what I'm going to be known as for the rest of his life? "And I slipped!" Hiccup added, feeling himself turn red.

Stoick glared at his son then turned to Astrid. "Thank you for taking care of him." He said gruffly.

Astrid gently set him down in bed. For Stoick's entertainment, Hiccup guessed, she bent down and pretended to give him a kiss. She was actually whispering through gritted teeth, "Try not to knock anything else over." She hurried out.

Hiccup blushed again and got out of bed in an attempt to clean up the mess. (He was also trying to avoid his father.)

"Leave it, son. You'll only make things worse. Get back in bed."

Thank you for summing that up, his son thought and crawled back into bed.

"What were you doing out in the woods?" Stoick sighed, "I thought I already told you not to go out once today!"

Twice, Hiccup corrected. "I was looking for-"

"Just stop," Stoick grumbled before Hiccup even had a chance to explain himself, "You made a fool of yourself!"

How was he supposed to know they were getting married? "Why didn't you tell me? I'm not ready for this!" Hiccup protested, "I'm too awkward!"

"You need some experience. You're going to have to get married some day! You need a woman to have heirs! You can't just pick anyone off the street and say 'You're going to be my heir because I'm too scared to have kids!' And besides, you can't just expect your heirs to wander about the island on their own!"

"Dad, I'm going to make the worst leader Berk has ever seen!" He whinged.

Stoick looked like he agreed wholeheartedly. He cast the comment aside. "You're not the leader until I die, son. You have plenty of time to ready yourself, which is why the wedding is in two weeks."

For the second time today, he could not believe his ears. Again, his jaw dropped, he stared, and he fainted.

Astrid's mother gave her a funny look as her daughter walked in the door. "Where have you been?"

Feeling to lazy and humiliated to explain, Astrid just mumbled "By Raven Point," not even bothering to tell her mother that she had run into Hiccup. She slunk up the stairs to her room, her words haunting her all the way.

'I have no regrets in saying that I don't like you at all, Hiccup.'

Hiccup had been acting really weird today…well, weirder…Again, his reaction was not what she had expected. Astrid thought he would have given her his Why-does-nobody-like-me,-not-even-you look. But instead, he had just barreled on through, as if he was as disgusted with her as she was with him.

Now Astrid did have regrets. His lack of emotion troubled her. Maybe she was wrong about him. Maybe he didn't like her at all. She was probably imagining it all! She was probably so self-centered that she was twisting reality to make it seem like someone liked her, even if it was Hiccup the Useless!

She shook her head and mentally beat herself up again. She gagged as she thought Right now, I feel like Hiccup:she was thinking too hard. He always thought way too much about things that would never be able to happen. He was crazy. Well, my mom's crazy for setting this marriage up! Maybe it runs in the family. Maybe that's why she wouldn't have me with anyone else! She wanted me to see how crazy I was!

She really was over thinking this. She flopped down on her bed and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. She was just about to fall asleep when she heard something hit her window. She sat up, crossed her room to the window, looked down, and saw Hiccup throwing pebbles. Well, if this wasn't awkward, she didn't know what was.

"What do you want?" Astrid said.

"You'll never believe what my dad said!" he said frantically.

She didn't care at all. She wanted him to go away. She wanted to go to sleep, wake up, and hopefully it might have all been a horrible nightmare. So he might go away faster, she played along. "What?" She asked.

"He said the wedding is in two weeks!"

"Two weeks?" She exclaimed. Her mother had failed to mention that. "Are they crazy?"

"Absolutely," Hiccup agreed.

That was supposed to be a rhetorical question. He's soooooo weeeeird! She thought. "What are we going to do? How do they expect us to get used to each other in two weeks? How could they do this to us? Why so soon?" She asked.

"My dad says he wants me to be 'ready' for the time when I have to be a chief."

"Ready?" Astrid quaritated, "What, does he want us to…" She stifled a retch. "Practice sex or something?"

Hiccup literally did throw up.

Astrid groaned. She climbed out the window and down the side of the house. (Author's Note: So Astrid can climb now. I'm the author and I can do whatever I want!)

"What am I going to do with you when we get married?" She sighed, "Hiccup, you need to stop all…" She gestured to all of Hiccup. "…this."

"But you just pointed to-all of me!" He said, quickly reviving from his spell of sickness.

"Yes." said Astrid, "Stop being all of you."

Hiccup gave Astrid one of his weird Hiccup faces. "Ohhhhhhhh…."

"Oh yes." She said, glaring back at him.

"You are playing a very dangerous game! Keeping all this…raw…Vikingness inside…There will be consequences!"

Astrid walked away. This was getting her nowhere. He was a waste of time. "I'll take my chances."

Author's Note: A great quote, isn't it? Is it sad that I've been planning this? Please tell me it's not!