How To Train Your Princess

Better Than Revenge

HICCUP'S POV

I couldn't take it anymore. Everything was soar, and it all throbbed, and was achingly tired, and I couldn't sleep. Instead, I remained on my back, staring up at the plain white ceiling, overhead, the tendrils of sleep refusing to pull me under. My mind was too alert. The thoughts in my head refusing to quiet themselves and fade into the back ground. "This is ridiculous," I sigh, throwing the blankets off of me, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I bend down, dragging my fingertips across the carpeted floor, searching for my metal foot. My wrist bangs against a metal corner, and I pick it up, situating it properly in place. I push myself off of my bed and make my way to the door. I squeeze through quietly, trying to cause the least amount of creaking, since my parents are asleep a little ways down the hall. The door makes a slight echo when I finally bring it to a close, and I cringe, crinkling my nose. I check the hall before continuing forward, heading to my hiding place.

The hall in front of the dining room is lit up, the moon light consuming the whole area. I have just placed my hand on the stairs railing when I see her . The corners of my mouth immediately pull up at the sight of her. I shake my head, walking toward her. I stop when I'm about five feet away, watching in awe. She runs her hands through a section of her hair, repeatedly, it pulled over her shoulder. The rest of the blond waves are splade over her back. Her white night gown is loose on her skin, it complementing her curves. Her elbows are rested on her knees as she sits on the top step of the three, down to the dining room. I take my eyes away from her in order to see what she's looking at.

The moon looks like as if it has been trapped in the glass windows, it taking up most of the sky. I breathe in, in love with the view. I take a step to the side to see her face, wanting to know her reaction. Her lips form a small smile, a pink tint to her pale skin, her lashes casting long shadows on to her cheek bones, but her eyes are what get me the most; the different flecks of blue in her irises.

I clear my throat, loud enough for her to hear. Her head snaps up, looking at me. "I don't think you are supposed to be out here, Miss. Wouldn't want you to get your third strike," I say, walking closer to her.

"Hey," she says quietly, her orbs fixed on me, a light smile on her face.

"What are you doing up?" I ask.

She gets to her feet, standing in front of me. "I was just about to come find you. I couldn't sleep. I couldn;t stop thinking. "

"About what?" I ask casually.

She walks past me, heading for the stairs. I grin, following after her. "I was thinking about how you let us win today. 32:31 ring a bell?" she hints, cooly.

"I... don't know what you're..."  I hesitate, not meeting her eyes.

"Save it Hiccup. I saw you in the act."

"I'm sorry. I--"

"Thank you, by the way. For blocking Dagur so that Jamie could make the winning shot. You don't know how much that goal means to her." She smiles at me and it makes me blush.

"Eh, it was nothing," I shrug.

I open the door to my hiding place, watching Astrid move cautiously about the room; not wanting to trip over anything in in the darkness. We sit down against the wall, staring at the black.

"Why are you up?" she asks suddenly. I can feel her eyes on me, but I don't make eye contact.

"I uh.... I was thinking about what happens after all of this," I tell her, motioning around us.

"What happens after this?" she asks, calmly.

"I don't know," I say. She sighs, and rests her head on my shoulder, intertwining our fingers.