Prince Meets Peasant (Hiccstrid) (On hold)

Prologue

Astrid's P.O.V.

"...I can't believe that stupid, over-zelled, son of a half-troll!" I shouted as I walked away from the new forage, into the forest. "I don't care if I'm insulting our queen. They stopped being my rulers a long time ago!" I screamed the last few words, back at the crowd, as if they could hear me with the distance I've put between us.

I stormed away from the forage opening in an absolute rage. Ruffnut and Tuffnut were being so ridiculous! Prince Hayden wouldn't let them tour his castle if his life depended on it; his horse is too high. Suddenly, someone rammed into me and snapped their hand over my mouth before pulling me into the undergrowth. I froze as a stampede of girls ran by, all squealing excitedly. I started to breathe heavily as I noticed that Prince Hayden was the one holding me still when I tried to stand up.

"Shh," he breathes in my ear and I pause as he looks after the crowd. When they're out of sight, I grab his wrist and pull his hand from my mouth.

"Prince Hayden," I greet after clearing my throat.

"Oh, no please, ca-" he cuts off with a pause as he looks at me, "call me Hiccup." His eyes were looking at me with a scary expression and I smacked his hand away as he attempted to help me up. "Uh, I'm sorry, m'lady, I was just in kind of a rush," he apologizes. I fixed the strap of my satchel before looking around and continuing down the road.

"Yeah, I'm sure you are," I say sarcastically.

"Uh, wait a minute, what's your name?" he asks as he walks after me.

"None of Your Business, of Berk," I say over my shoulder. He pauses in the road, giving up with trying to keep up with me.

"Hang on, come back here," he orders but I don't break stride.

"Fat chance, your highness," I said before pushing through a grove of pine trees.

"If you don't I'll hire some guards to bring you to the castle," he calls and I freeze in my tracks. I sigh before slowly turning around and walking back to him.

"What?" I ask, with not much respect, when I'm in front of him.

"You have some nerve talking to me like that," he says, hands on his hips.

"And you have some nerve sending my father into war when he obviously wasn't well," I say coolly before starting along my path again.

"I was serious about those guards!" he shouts after me.

"I did what you said, that means they can't make me do squat!" I call over my shoulder, not breaking stride. I emerged from the grove of pines and looked over my shoulder with a smirk. He didn't have the guts to push through a bunch of branches. He doesn't want to risk getting sap on his precious clothes. Okay, I guess I can't say I blame him. I have a heck of a time getting it out of my clothes every night. In case it wasn't obvious, I hate him, and his family. I'm about to continue to my mother's saddle shop, but someone falls from the pine branches a few feet to my right. My head snapped toward them and my jaw dropped.

"Okay, if you let me hide out with you for a while, I'll call off the guards," Hayden pants as he looks behind him in fear.

"What's the matter, can't stand the fact that people love you for driving this kingdom into the ground?" I ask in fake sympathy before walking forward.

"Not really," he says as he jogs after me, his lungs heaving. I sigh/growl from deep in my chest.

"Fine," I say, trying to be calm, "But once I say, you're gone."

"Why?" he whines, as if he was a kid trying to understand why his dad was going on a very long trip that might result in death.

"Because, just because you're the prince, doesn't mean I have to show you my daily routine. I have a very private life that I don't like to share with people," I explain as he follows me deeper into the woods.