RTTE- Hiccstrid

Attempts

Sorry these r taking sooooo long. 

I barely get a chance to write. But it's up, next chapt is up!!!

Alright, performance over and Queenie had a nice time in the spotlight! Yes, I was Her (majesty). 

Anywho...who wants some RTTE and some Hiccstrid? Here u go:::::.....

*Hiccup's POV*

It's been a month, FOUR WEEKS SINCE SHE DISAPPEARED. I can't stand it, I've been trying to come up with a plan for three weeks AND a whole week just 'waiting' for her to appear as last time.

Nothing.

I've locked myself in my room for about two weeks and a half now, trying to plan attempts to get back my beloved Astrid from those evil, twisted hands of Viggo. I scrunch up the paper.

"NO, NO, NO! THAT WOULD NEVER WORK!" I yell, throwing it onto a pile of paper. I start on another plan. Halfway through I realise we don't have one key rider needed for the plan - no, not Astrid. 

Ugh, just the sound of her name brings stinging tears to my eyes. 

We need my dad, and he just can't know because...well, he doesn't even know she's with a child and that she's even gone for that matter. And just on cue, a loud thud is heard from outside.

"Son, Son?" Oh Gods, it's my Dad.

"Hiccup, lad. Where ur yer?" Great, and Gobbber, "Hiccup? C'mon lad. I know he's yer father and all but yer not getting a wallop. My word!" The blacksmith calls.

"Son, Son, where are yer my boy? Hiccup! HICCUP HORRENDOUS HADDOCK III GET OVER HERE!!!!" He yells, voice booming.

"Alright dad, I'm coming." I shout back, unlocking my study door and walking back out of my hut where Dad and Gobber stand.

"Where's the young lass?" Gobber asks.

"Agreed Gobber," my father says, scanning for the long-gone blonde, "where is she Hiccup? I thought you two were living together now. Where Astrid?" Even just the name is too much and wet tears slide down my cheeks, dripping off my chin and landing on the wood below my feet.

I drop to the ground, hands covering my stained face, still bursting with salty tears left to cry. A strong hand rests on my shoulder. I look up, a red bearded father looking own on me.

"It's alright Hiccup," he comforts, kneeling down to my level. "It's Okay. It's all alright son."

"No. No it's not." I say, leaning my head to his broad shoulder. "It's not okay. You don't understand." I splutter out through the tears. The two large Viking men glance.

"What is it, lad. Hiccup, what don't we know?" Gobber asks.

"She's gone." My cousin spills, appearing behind them.

"What do yer mean 'gone'?" Dad asks, lifting my chin.

"She's been kidnapped!" I scream, plunging my head out of his hand and into my chest. But...they only know half of it...

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"Oh."

I stare up to the people now surrounding me, a large hand on my shoulder. "Is the anything else we need to know Son?" The red bearded man asks.