It's a book to all hiccustrid lovers considering me as one of them.
There are stories of too many romantic events between Hiccup and Astrid.
You should be reading it :-)
"...He heard a twig crack behind him and jumped, whirling around to find the source of the sound. The silhouette of Astrid was sharp in the darkness; her hair seemed almost white as the moonlight shifted through it. She seemed a bit unbalanced aesthetically – it took Hiccup a moment to realize it, but she did not have her axe, or any weapon of the like. It threw him off in the most lovely way possible. She spotted him and made her way toward him with a certain degree of surreptitiousness. He couldn't blame her. He wouldn't want to be seen with himself on some coastal clifftop at night. She came to a halt beside him, her head bowed, her arms folded defiantly. She stared at the ground as she rocked back and forth on her heels, running her hands along her forearms. She let loose a shiver. Hiccup stared at her. "Are you cold?" he asked. "No," she snarled back with a rather intimidating amount of forcefulness. "U-Um," Hiccup gulped, "if you'd... you know... like to borrow my vest, you can—" "I don't need to borrow anything; I'm fine," she snapped. "What'd you make me come out here for anyway, Hiccup Haddock? I have so many better things to do than sit here and listen to you stammer." "I didn't make you come anywhere; you could've just skipped out." She didn't answer and Hiccup smiled subtly in triumph. "Anyway, as for the... why I asked you to come here part..." He cleared his throat. "I just thought that... y'know... with your dad gone and all—" By the way she stiffened beside him and began to radiate a hot aura of fury, Hiccup knew he'd picked the wrong thing to bring up. "I mean, that is..." He scrambled to make up for his error. "I just wanted to d-do something nice for you. I kinda figured this out a couple of days ago by accident and it reminded me of something you'd like, and..." "Figured what out?" she asked, and there was a faint tinge in her voice of genuine curiosity. Hiccup grinned. That was his cue. "Well," he breathed, and he turned to the catapult, using the flint to light the first log before taking the controls, "watch." He pulled the wooden lever and the log was jettisoned high into the air. He prayed that he had calculated the time before combustion correctly. As the log ascended, a trail of green flames followed it. Astrid squinted up at it. Just as it seemed that it reached the zenith of its trajectory, there was a crackling noise and it burst into a shower of green sparks. Hiccup turned expectantly to Astrid, and saw that her face was finally turned to the moonlight and he could see it properly. The nacreous white craters and drifting green sparks reflected vividly in her blue eyes. Her mouth was agape with bewilderment. She had stopped shivering; her hands were off her arms. He heard a word come from her, and it was the finest word he had ever heard: "again." He obliged her, and this time the sparks were yellow; he fired off another two and they were blue and turquoise. The entire time, he could not bring himself to take his eyes off of Astrid, off of the dazzling smile on her face, off of the way she seemed to look like a divinity at the end of a rainbow as the colors lit up her cheeks, in hues of wildflowers and silk. Her shrieks of delight echoed off the treetops, and her eyes were so wide and radiant that he swore they could swallow the moon and still outshine it. He kept shooting out logs until there weren't any left, until the traces left in the sky were so bountiful that he could not see the stars. He couldn't feel his arms, but he didn't care. He fell back onto the grass, spread-eagled and immensely proud of himself, and stared up into the sky, sighing blissfully as the breeze skirted across his forehead. After a moment, he sensed another form lying down beside him. He rolled his head over and saw Astrid, gazing in the same direction as he, her hair feathered out around her like an ocean. "That was..." she whispered, straining to think of an adequate word. "Amazing." She turned her head to look him in the eye and he felt free. "You're amazing." He couldn't help but grin at her a little goofily, and she smiled back, an expression he would not see for a long time to come. Another shudder rippled through her and she hissed through her chattering teeth. Without a word, Hiccup pulled his thick fur vest off of his shoulders and draped it over her. She frowned at him, perplexed, and he knew she didn't know what to make of it, but he hoped she'd resign to her confusion and let the vest lie there and warm her. She did. He'd never get that vest back.
I had sworn that I and my crew were lost at sea forever when suddenly, out of the fog, bursts of impossible color lit up our way, and there was Berk, just ahead of us, faintly illuminated by blues and greens. "Damn," I moaned, not much caring that my son's error had saved my life. "My logs." "Don' worry." I felt a metal arm clap me on the back and winced. "I'm sure you can get plenty more b'fore Hiccup's birthday bonfire. Next time, don't put 'em in his sight. He's compelled to break everything within reach, yeh know." "Yes, Gobber," I grumbled as he steered the ship toward home. "I know."..." The gang looked at Hiccup and Astrid, who were blushing and looking everywhere except at each other, with disbelieve.
"No Way" was all they said. ============================ Done.
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