Hiccup was going to live with me for six months because my parents asked him to. After that strange dream about Hiccup, I felt very aware of everything he said and did. I am a walking blushing machine or tomato, whichever you choose.
Well, after Hiccup told me he was going to live with me, the next challenge came into play: getting me into the truck.
"Um.. Hiccup?"
"Yeah?" he said, moving to the back of the truck and opening the hatch. I was parked next to the passenger side.
"How are we going to get me into the truck?"
Hiccup's bright, green eyes were now trained on me. A brighter smile played on his lips. He came and knelt in front of me, placing his hand on mine. His green irises met my icy blue. His words were in a whisper. "Do you trust me?"
My heart was slowed. My breath paused. In this simple sentence was an emotion I could not identify. His eyes exploded with this emotion, intensifying those forest green irises. I took a deep breath. "Yes, Hiccup. Always."
He gave me a warm smile before pulling out a blind-fold. Hiccup placed the fabric over my eyes. I didn't even question what he was doing. I felt him place my arm around his neck. His arms wrapped around my back and under my legs, the princess carry, or, if you like to make things awkward, the bride carried. Hiccup opened the car door and placed me in the passenger seat, buckling me in. He cupped my cheek for a moment before removing it and closing the door gently.
The skin on my cheek tingled from his fingers, rough but extremely gentle, holding me like glass. I touched my tingling cheek and feel the warmth of my blush. I slide my hand to the back of my head to remove the fabric from my eyes.
I heard Hiccup place the wheel chair in the truck bed and open his door. "No," he softly said, placing his hand over mine to stop me from untying the knot. "I want to surprise you."
I nod, my mouth too dry to speak all of a sudden. Hiccup took my hand from behind my head and placed the intertwined hands in between our seats. My fingers were cold in his hands, heat traveling up from my arm to my cheeks.
Why am I feeling this? I asked myself. I'm in love with someone else. Someone I don't even know. But my question still rings through my head: who is he?
After about ten minutes of driving, the truck was pulled to a stop and was turned off. Hiccup removes his hand from mine and unties the blind-fold. Once it was removed, I gasped at the sight. In front of the car was a tree with a picnic blanket underneath. Around the tree was an open meadow, one that was so familiar from the memories of my past. Hiccup and I used to run away here to escape from the horrors of life, the drama, the bullies, the rumors. We would come here to talk and be alone with each other. This was our spot. It is our spot.
After I recovered from my shock, I was surprised yet again to see that Hiccup had packet food in a basket. So cliché'. This was definitely a surprise worth my while.
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FanfictionAstrid is on the Berk High School Volleyball team and notices the new manager and his undeniable ability to be quiet. This new manager wasn't new at all , just, you know, hot. Cover Art: https://www.instagram.com/wild_turtle_art/