Hiccup and Astrid

Hiccup's drink

Astrid wrinkled her nose so severely at the chunk in her hand that Hiccup thought for a second her face might cave in.
"What... is this?" she asked, sounding completely disgusted, squinting suspiciously at it.
"Just try it." Hiccup smiled encouragingly. "It's delicious. Trust me."
She narrowed her eyes doubtfully at him, and Hiccup couldn't entirely blame her, because the last time he'd asked her to trust him, she'd wound up being tossed around in the air by his mischievous dragon.
"You still haven't answered my question, and I'm giving you until the count of three to do it," she snarled, holding up a fist.
Even after three years, Hiccup would still cower under the presence of that thing.
"Would saying that it's a secret be... detrimental to my well-being?" He chuckled nervously.
She nodded slowly, not moving her fist.
"One," she snapped.
"I'm serious; just try it!"
"Two."
"It'd ruin the fun if I just told you now!"
"Three."
As she pulled back in preparation for knocking his teeth out, he leapt aside and, in a maneuver that he would boast about for countless years to come, knocked her arm down with one hand and shoved the dark brown chunk into her mouth with the other.
She squawked and stumbled backwards, astounded. Cautiously, she began to chew it (Hiccup couldn't help but take notice of how murderously she did so, either), still holding herself in an attack stance just in case.
After a moment, though, her eyes widened and her shoulders sagged and she let out a loud, wondrous, "mmmm!"
"Shhh!" Hiccup hissed. "Keep that... moaning down. I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea."
"Hiccup," Astrid exclaimed through her mouthful. "This is delicious! Gods Hiccup, tell me what it is, or I'll knock your other leg off!"
To prove her point, she lifted her foot to kick him.
"Okay, okay!" Hiccup yelped, bounding away from her. He grinned. "I don't know what to call it, but lets just call it, Coffee."
At the sound of the word, a previously-sleeping Toothless popped his head up from its cradle in his front legs and looked around excitedly. Hiccup had honestly thought that putting him by the hearth would keep him subdued, but no such luck.
Hiccup had a fireplace in his hut, being the leader of the dragons riders and all. He felt extraordinarily happy about it, mostly because whenever Astrid wanted to seek warmth, she came and spend time with him.
Astrid raised her eyebrow at the creature. "I'm... guessing he had experience with this?"
"Yes. Well, no. Well... yes." Hiccup fidgeted. "I mean, don't tell anyone, but I've been feeding him a little bit from it."
"No wonder the Gronckles are starting to look thin compared to him," Astrid remarked dryly. Toothless whipped around and stared at her, offended. "Well, it's true."
"But, my yaknog still better"
"Of course, Astrid, of course"
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Done.