It was just a normal day on Berk when the group of eighteen year old vikings finished their dragon training lessons for the day, the riders and their dragons ready to go home and receive some much needed rest.
Snotlout, the twins, and Fishlegs already went home, but Hiccup and Astrid stayed behind at the academy to make sure things were in tip top shape; that everything was cleaned and put into its proper place.
"Ouch!" Hiccup exclaimed, rubbing the spot on his arm where Astrid punched him. "What was that for?"
"For letting me win the race, you cheat."
Hiccup just smirked and raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend as if to say that he knew she wasn't mad about the situation whatsoever. Astrid became very competitive when it came to a competition, and Hiccup often let his M'lady win as a token of affection. Even if Astrid wouldn't admit it, Hiccup knew she didn't mind his kind gesture.
Astrid leaned over to Hiccup and placed a split second peck on his cheek, making sure to avoid the red stripes of facepaint he had on his face. "And that's for everything else."
Usually, the Dragon Races were a sport the whole village watched, but the group had finished their lesson earlier than expected (Ruff and Tuff miraculously agreeing to TRY to cooperate this time, as well as Snotlout ), and Hiccup thought that it might be a good idea to practice before the next big race. Of course, Hiccup was the best racer of the group, although Astrid was quite the competition. Hiccup liked to let Astrid win the races though. After one Thawfest (the old Viking games), Hiccup had a chance of beating Snotlout, and for once, Hiccup Haddock was being...dare I say it...a bit of jerk. He finally realized his mistake though, and vowed that he would never be the same cocky teen during a competition. He'd rather let the others win, winning didn't mean that much to him.
"Why do you always have to punch people? Well, mostly me."
Astrid sighed and let out a small laugh. "It's-"
"Wait," Hiccup interrupted her. "It's 'communication'," he finished, putting air quotations around it.
"Why the sass all of a sudden?" Astrid asked with a hand on her cocked hip. Hiccup just rolled his eyes and went to grab a rag to wash the facepaint off.
"It's not sass, it's dramaticism."
"Oh is it?"
Hiccup just rolled his eyes again and dipped the rag in some water before bringing it up to his face to wash the paint off.
"Why yes it is, Astrid. But you yourself seem to be a little sassier than usual today."
Astrid scoffed, grabbing a rag and hitting Hiccup on the arm with it. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh really?" Hiccup asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Yes, really," Astrid shot back, and the two Vikings suddenly realized that their faces were were just mere inches from each other. Soon enough they backed away.
"Ow!" Hiccup screeched as the rag Astrid had in her hand suddenly flew at him.
"Oh, I didn't even hit you that hard, you fishbone."
Both of the teenage Vikings laughed until a mischievous grin crossed Hiccup's face. "I think it's time to call for drastic measures."
"Oh really?" Astrid asked, almost taunting him. "Like you can scare me."
"Maybe I can't scare you, but I can do this!"
Hiccup dropped the rag that was in his hand and chased after Astrid, his metal leg clinking against the stone ground.
