5. No one is like him

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Grimmel made it. Astrid was his now. And his only. He owned her. And she didn't feel anything. She was like his slave. She belonged to him and he could decide what's going to happen to her.

That night, he raped her again. But this time, she didn't feel the pain she felt the last time. But she also didn't feel the pleasure and love she probably should. Somehow, Astrid knew that there was only one man who could make her feel the pleasure and love. However, she couldn't remember his name, his look, or his personality. Like she was cursed. Oh, right! She was.

She felt like there were two Astrids. The one was still poisoned, and the other one was not. The other one wanted back to Mila. Back to Hiccup. But the poisoned one took even more power of the body and the soul when the other one thought about that Hiccup left her because he thought she loved Grimmel. She began to think that Hiccup didn't even care about her.

'There'll always be a Hiccup and Astrid. Always!'

'You gonna get through this. I can't imagine a world without you in it.'

'I love you, Astrid Hofferson! With everything I have and I always will!'

'I rely on you!'

'Looks like it's you and me then!'
'Always! Was it corny, or...?'
'Probably. Nice, though.'

'Afternoon, Milady!'

'Astrid, you got me the greatest gift in the world. You. You, just being here with me. It's the only gift I need.'

'Come here, you!'

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