Disclaimer: I do not own HTTYD. Or anything in this story as a matter of fact.
Author's Note: Really sorry you guys had to wait just when it was actually getting somewhat interesting. Yes, I had Hiccup be a bit of a jerk and leave Astrid behind. The inspiration was from a review. A reviewer said they would love to see Astrid get shunted aside. So there it was. Hopefully he or she is still reading this. Lots of people have stopped, it looks like. Please read and review! Enjoy!
It took her some time to recuperate from that epic fall. Immediately after she recovered, Astrid hopped up, screaming curses at the dot in the sky among the many dragons and their riders that was Hiccup. It was no use. He was too far away and the wind was sweeping by making it virtually impossible to hear even the person ten feet away from him.
No matter how much he "loved her", even if he wasn't as bad as she thought he was, there was no way in Valhalla that Astrid would let a twig like Hiccup boss her around. She was going into battle and she would most likely end up saving his neck in the nick of time. She shuffled towards Bertha's house. She was going. She didn't know why she wanted to save him so badly after he'd been such a jerk to her.
She stopped in the middle of the road and asked herself Why do I want to save him so badly? He's selfish. Doesn't want to see me get hurt, huh? That's what he said about dragging me to this accursed isle in the first place. And ironically enough, he got me messed up on the way here. He just wants me to sit around and wait for him like his dream-girl or something. Well, I'm not his dream-girl, no matter how much he thinks I am. It's all a big misunderstanding. He doesn't love me. He's just pretending to make marriage seem more bearable.
Astrid shuddered. Hiccup wanted someone to take care of him. She was not going to let herself be subjugated. Especially to Hiccup, who wanted her to wait on him hand and foot. She was a Viking! Good Viking wives fought alongside their husbands. At least, they usually did. Though when had Hiccup ever been usual?
She didn't believe him. If he actually loved her, he would respect what she wanted to do! He would let her go, despite how dangerous it would be! She didn't know why she expected so much of Hiccup. Maybe it was just because he was the only one who had ever said to her "I love you."
Not even her own mother had said that to her. Those three words in that particular order were frowned upon in Viking uncivilization. But this was Hiccup. Maybe he just wondered why no one ever said them. Maybe it was another one of his crazy experiments. But then what was that kiss all about?
She shook her head as if to clear Hiccup and this entire mess from her mind. But it stayed. She was thinking about this too hard. Hiccup would be proud of her.
Then, she did the most extraordinary thing. At the thought of Hiccup, hurt and maybe even dead, she shed a tear.
Then, she took off towards the house, mounted Thunderer, dug her heel into the Nadder's side, not bothering that they were about to blast a hole in the chief's roof. In the grand scheme of things, the roof would be nothing. Hiccup had once broken through Astrid's own roof to save her life. Now she was going to save his.