HTTYD: The Boy That Wouldn't Leave Me Alone (Hiccstrid) (On Hold)

Chapter 5

Hiccup's P.O.V.

Well, the day draged on forever. When 4:00 finally came around, it was like Toothless and I switched places. This time, I was the one boucing up and down at the door and he was the one walking up to me tiredly. I clip his leash on and we shoot out the door, heading for the park. I figure if we go there at 4:00 everyday, we are bound to find the girl there at the same time at some point. If she alternates times and days, we'll spend a day at the park and see if we can muscle the schedule out of her. I was determined to at least hang out with her. We finlly get there and go to the bench the girl sat at yesterday and find a familiar blond-haired head and a grey Great Dane. I slowly unclip Toothless from his leash before he runs over to Stormfly.

Astrid's P.O.V.

Of course she would take me back to the park. I sighed as we walked through the gate and went to the bench we sat at yesterday. I crossed my legs as she layed on the grass and soon, she was joined by a painfully familiar black Dane. I pat his head as he goes to lay next to Stormfly, sighing as his owner sits next to me. "Well, fancy seeing you here again," he says with a smirk. I let out a tense sigh as he leans back on the bench, resting his arm on the back of it and putting his ankle on his opposite knee. After a minute of studying the water, I decide to lean back as well and make the best of this awkward moment, since I'm gonna be here for an extra hour. 

"So what's your name?" I ask the boy and he smiles. 

"That's right, we haven't been introduced yet have we?" he asks and I shake my head. "Well, sorry to tell you this, sweetheart, but I ain't gonna tell you my name unless you tell me yours right after," he says, leaning forward expectantly. 

"Don't call me 'sweetheart'," I order him, "Especially if you ever meet my brother. He'll rip you limb from limb if I don't do it first." He lets out a whistle. 

"Seems like someone doesn't like me," he says in mock hurt. 

"It's just people in general," I tell him and he chuckles. 

"How come?" he asks and I stiffen. I hadn't thought of the reason for a long time; ever since we left our old town. Everyone had stopped asking me about my change in behavior when I yelled at the principal at my old school and threatened to hit him with the handle of my ax. Now, when I thought about it, it kinda made me wanna cry and I haven't actually cried since the day it started. I realize that I have been silent abnormally long and the boy was staring at me, along with our dogs, Stormfly having an understanding look in her eye. She had been the only one I told; my parents still think it's because of the concussion I got when I was six. 

"Uh, um...it's a long story. One I don't like to talk about," I tell him, finally answering his question. 

He shrugs with a nod, "Okay. I'll respect that." That's new. 

"Thank you," I say and he smiles at me, causing me to look away from his handsome face. Wait, what?? People walk by, their Great Danes on and off leashes. "So Great Danes are popular here, I'm guessing?" I ask and he chuckles. 

"Let me guess, you've never seen so many Danes in your life," he says and I nod, causing him to look at me in shock. 

"I was the only one in my old town that had one and I hated the attention, so that's one of the reasons we moved here," I sigh the explanation and he nods. Someone walks past, behind the bench, and Stormfly looks up from her dog-conversation with the boys dog to bark loudly at them. I stay still and calm, still gazing at the surface of the pond, while the boy and his Dane jump three feet in the air. The person runs away, Stormfly following them a little way down the path before letting out one more very loud bark and coming back to my side. 

"Maybe that's the cause for all the attention in your old town," the boy says. My heart jumps out of my chest and into the water of the sun-warmed pond. Suddenly, I see him. I was back. In danger. Like always, but much more. I see Stormfly's blurry figure tackle him to the ground before I'm pushed back to the present. I jolt forward with a strangled gasp. I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder as I lean forward. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" the boys gentle voice asks. Tears well in my eyes and I shake my head as I remember what he tried to do to me. Suddenly, I feel arms wrap around my shoulders and I find my self turning into the strange boys chest, soaking his shirt with my memories that I wanted, desperately, to forget. Stormfly walks up to me, nuzzling my leg to try and comfort me, like she's done many times before. The boy starts to stroke my hair as he shushes me gently. "Think you can put on a brave face for Stormfy and Toothless?" he asks. 

"Who's Toothless?" I ask, guessing it was his dog but wanting to make sure. He lets out a soft whistle and the black Dane starts to lick my tears away. 

"This is Toothless," the boy chuckles as I laugh softly. I pet his dogs head, as he stops licking me, with a small smile. I hear a gasp from the boy as he inspected my face. "Wow, this is the first time I've seen you smile!" he breaths in amazement. 

"And it's the last time," I tell him, putting my straight face back on. He throws his hands in the air as he leans back in defeat. 

"Oh, come on! You look so pretty when you smile!" he whines and I roll my eyes. 

"Other people I know think differently," I tell him and he gasps. 

"What?!" His shock was fake but sounded genuine. Stormfly and Toothless layed on their sides at our feet and the boy started to play with my hair. I look at my watch to see that it's only 5:30. 30 minutes left, I thought in despair. "Well, glade to see you calmed down. Mind telling me what upset you?" The boy asks as he sniffs the lock that was in his hand. This guy is weird. 

"Yes, I do mind," I tell him, causing him to release my hair. 

"Am I asking too many questions?" he asks. 

I shake my head, "You're just asking the ones that have answers I don't like." He holds his chin in thought.

"What's your favorite color?" he asks. 

"Blue," I sigh, "You?" He smiles at me as I take part in the questions. 

"Green," he says, "What's your favorite food?" 

I think for a moment before replying hesitantly, "Ccchhicken?" 

He raises an eye brow at me, "You don't seem so sure." 

I cross my arms, "I had to think. What's yours?" He rubs the back of his neck with a thoughtful look in his eye. 

"Fish," he answers after a pause. 

"How bout we say our answers at the same time?" I ask and he nods with a smile.