Honeymoon Viking-style

3.

"Astrid, wait!"

Hiccup ran limping after his wife, but she didn't seem to hear him. Since Fury went flying, the young Viking was feeling the urgency to apologize to her and she was walking in a hurry towards the camp, completely lost in her thoughts. They were passing through a snowy grove and, although there wasn't much snow, there was enough to put it difficult for Hiccup and his metal leg.

"Astrid!"

Hiccup slipped and fell backward on the virgin snow.

"Oh, great..."

He got up a bit and he saw how Astrid kept her way, impassive. Hiccup law down on the snow again.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhggggg!"

He freed his frustration and his tension by kicking and hitting the air. Then, he took a long breath, feeling the cold air in his lungs, and he released the air softly, forming a thick column of steam. He repeated the process a couple of times while his mind was lost among the stars that just started to appear in the sky, the disappearance of Toothless, and the argument between Astrid and Fury.

Calmer now, he tensed his body and jumped to his feet, coming face to face with a hooded figure.

The surprise was mutual, but Hiccup reacted quickest. He drew his flaming sword and he tried to ignite it but, after the fight in the city, it was out of oil. The Viking cursed internally.

The hooded, on his side, started to move as well. Hiccup was still cursing his luck when, with a gesture of his hands, the whole floor froze. Thanks to the Hiccup prosthesis' non-slip insole he prevented a new backward fall. It wasn't easy to keep the balance, though.

His adversary didn't hesitate and jumped towards him. In the middle of his jump, an ice sword appeared in his hand and, with it, he landed a strong blow on Hiccup, who hardly succeeded in staying standing after repelling it.

The Viking quickly rummaged through his pockets until he found an oil refill for his sword. After repelling a new thrust, he was able to insert the tiny capsule into the sword's hilt and to ignite it just when the hooded was attacking for the third time.

The sudden heat broke the ice sword and made the hooded backdown, who took his time to create a new sword while reconsidering the situation. Hiccup took advantage of the break to draw a circle around him with his sword, melting the thin layer of ice which was preventing him from standing properly.

They both looked at each other, attentive to every movement. The steam was gushing out of both of them, who were panting with exertion.

The hooded began to move in circles, and Hiccup preferred to keep his position, where he could put both limbs on the ground without slipping in order to put more force on his attacks.

The breath of the hooded suddenly cut and Hiccup prepared himself for the quick and direct attack that his enemy performed: a thrust straight to the face that the Viking managed to deflect with his sword. The hooded took advantage of the deflect's strength to turn and perform a circular attack that Hiccup managed to narrowly dodge, getting a small scratch on his nose. However, the hooded kept spinning and threw a powerful kick that hit directly on his shoulder, knocking him down.

Hiccup tried to recompose and stand up, but the hooded was quicker and he assaulted him with a small ice dagger in his hand. However, he never reached him. A figure appeared and rammed the hooded with a powerful tackle. It was Astrid.

They both rolled on the snow until they crashed into a tree. Astrid received the worst part and she lost her breath for a moment. The hooded pounced on her, but the Viking managed to grab his wrists and hug his body with her legs before receiving any damage.

Taking advantage of the hooded's speed, Astrid rolled over the floor and ended over him. Or, better said, over her. With the fight's movement, the hood slipped and it revealed the face of a young, very blond woman with a long side ponytail that was falling on one shoulder. Her intense and blue eyes were penetrating Astrid full of fury, and her red cheeks contrasted sharply with the paleness of her skin.

"Let me go!", she snapped, struggling.

Astrid noticed that she was trembling.

"Oh, sure! So you could take us back to that crazy city with your crazy friends, right?"

Astrid stared back at her, frowning.

"Forget it!"

Astrid's words disconcerted her, who relaxed a bit of her body. However, after a moment she shook her head and opened her hands. From there appeared a couple of blue beams that forced the Viking to retreat.

The girl was panting heavily, and she barely managed to get to her feet.

Hiccup sided on Astrid's side, ready for the battle again, but it wasn't necessary. That stranger collapsed to the ground, unconscious.