Author's Note: Oh my Thor! 60 minutes off and there was like 45 views. Especially, thanks to Midnight' Dragon Conqueror, who followed and give my fanfic a favorite. Thanks! Here is chapter two, Hiccup's Point of View. Hey, reviews are love, so give 'em lads!

Hiccup's Point of View

I could make it. I could beat Snotlout. I was very close. Suddenly, Toothless gave a burst of speed and raced past Snotlout by a foot. Yes, finally! I passed Snotlout at the sight of the arena. I could make it! I was happy. I must be dreaming. I wonder how happy will Stoic, my father in chief, be. I wonder how cross will Spitelout, my uncle and father of Snotlout, be. I wonder how amazed will Astrid, the girl of my dreams, be. Ooh… this is too good to be true. Finally, my first ever Thawfest medal!

Somehow, I managed to turn my back and see Snotlout complaining and muttering swearwords and curses under his breath. What am I doing? I realized something. I just knew it. Astrid was right. I smiled at Snotlout, then closed the tail fin of Toothless, making him lost balance and crash landed on a nearby forest.

"Sorry dad…" that is all I could say, even if my father didn't hear me.

I saw Snotlout passed us into the arena, followed by a smoke rising up and cheers from everybody. I just realized how stupid I am. But I was right, for Snotlout is my friend, or if he thought so. It really didn't matter. It was just a stupid competition, let alone a friendly race.

I rose up to see my dad proud of me, Gobber waving at me, wishing me good luck, or if I thought so, and a girl with blue ocean eyes and hair like a thousand golden thread smiling at me - wait, isn't that Astrid? Why would she be cheering at me? Why wouldn't she be with Snotlout now? Why would she be proud of me? Dahh… girls are confusing.

Then I realized something. She told me that she likes me being a gracious loser. My heart flutters. Am I a gracious loser? I don't care, at least for now.

I entered the arena beside Snotlout Jorgensen, with his whole clan cheering at him. I raised a hand for a handshake and thanked him for the great race. At least Snotlout wouldn't be that arrogant once in his life. Somewhat, that conceit in Snotlout haven't changed him a bit. By the bristly beard and thunderous thighs of the great goddess Freya, he is still his old self, even after winning Thawfest. I just shook my head.

We went to the stage to hear Stoic's short speech, then giving the Thawfest Medal to Snotlout and a pat-on-the-back to me. Yup, second again. I saw Snotlout celebrating, but I'm not mad. He is happy, at least. With my heads down, I went down the stairs, to receive a punch-in-the-arm from … Astrid? The girl of my dreams punched me? This is so peculiar. Oh, but it actually hurt.

"Ow!" was my response, I could only think of that. "What!"

"I know what you did," she answered casually. Did she knew?

"Yea… I lost… as usual," I answered with a sad face.

"No, you threw the race," she answered. That made me shock. At least… yayy… she knew a bit of me… thanks Freya! I thought.

"I-I have no idea what you're talking about, Astrid," I answered with a lie. To show my stubbornness issue, I said, "Snotlout was just the better viking today."

She interrupted me, "No Hiccup, no one was a better viking than you today."

Those words made me fly, like an angel in the sky (hey, that rhymes!).

I was nervous. The most beautiful girl in the world talked and complimented me. It was like to choose whether you would want to go to heaven or hell. She grabbed my shoulder and kissed me. Oh my Thor, oh my Thor. Alright, I'm dead, I'm in Valhalla right now. She… kissed me.

YAHOO! is all that my mind could think of.

She left me, and I am open-mouthed, drooling. Yuck!

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