Chapter 23

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Edit sorta just goes along the lines of that Hiccup feels that he should've been the one to die; but his "luck" gave him the opportunity to live and allow himself to wake up to 'the sun and the sound of birds' with being chief, able to survive and all. What do ya think?:)

H I C C U P

It was almost perfect, too perfect. What Astrid did was bound to happen. She built up her wall of affection, then sent it crumbling down, the bricks of disgust landing ontop of me.

I exit the door, closing it behind me. I wait a minute; and slam my weak fist into the wall. Anything to dismay anger, right?

"Ughhh" I groan, pacing the hallway; waiting for Toothless to come find me; or one of the Berkian teens to find me just pacing here.

I messed it up; I messed it all up. Why am I a freak; it just hurts me more every single time I step outside the sanctuary.

I walk to the wall, leaning my head against it; before turning around and sliding my back down the wall, my wing scales heating up from the friction of wood rubbing against them.

It takes about three minutes or so, and she finally opens the door. She spots me sitting on the ground, a few meters from it. She keeps her eyes up, and walks forward.

I bite my lip, questioning my next move, and wrap my tail around her ankle; standing slowly. Tail still wrapped around her ankle, she slightly looks into my eyes; waiting for something.

She finally gets tired of waiting, and stiffles a, "I'm sorry. Really sorry Hiccup."

I take her into my arms, just slightly hugging her, "I am too. I didn't waste my time. I get that Im a freak; I know it now. Believe me."

"Don't say that to yourself."

"It's easier to say when it's true. Just promise me you'll wait."

"Wait for what? I can't wait any longer for one thing. It's an apology."

"That is?" I ask, loosening from our hug.

"This." She says, pulling me into a kiss. I don't know what to make of this; not wanting to ruin anything, so I just forget about it and allow myself to please her in some simple way; our lips melting together.

It was not perfect, or meant to be, but it was "enough", a good "enough". For we both pulled away slowly, smiling this time.

"I was going to say wait until I return to Berk, if you would have let me finish my sentence."

"It didn't need to be finished." She laughs.

"I guess not."

"You look different." Astrid points out.

"Different good? Or different bad?"

"Good. I think. Other than your lack of energy, food, your totally ruined skin, and destroyed wings."

"And why would that be? And thanks, makes me feel so much better." I say sarcastically.

"Because you look good. Simple enough? Something I want to see more often."

"Are you sure? Because leaving for three more years can be arranged."

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