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Some uncompleted chapter...

My life's been falling apart. My best friend, whom I've had feelings for since I was twelve, which means three years, now has a girlfriend. And I'm just his best friend. Nothing more.

My brother's got a high fever. Recently his girlfriend has got into an accident, breaking several of her ribs. He's grieving. Everyone is.

I've recently started to ignore this guy...and everytime we bump into each other it's awkward and he kinda scowls at me. It's made me feel...unsafe.

And now dad's gone, and my mother is crying everyday. Yep. My world's crumbling.

But I have all my school friends...and you guys. Your support from the previous chapter has patched up the expanding hole in my heart.

Depression is getting to me. But there's still hope in this world. I know I'm not alone.

This might sound corny, but Hiccstrid is the love I want but can never have. It's a way I fantasise. They're just...perfect. It's the way i express myself. I wanted to write today because it would at least lighten my life for alittle.

Requests are being taken into account, but I really wanted to write something else, and idea that's been looping around my mind and not being able to retrail.

Please, and you know who you guys are, understand that I'm going through an extremely hard time now, and that I'm not going to be updating as much as I would like. I'm trying my complete best.

Her hair.

It was liquid gold. It shone like the sun on earth. It reflected the many sources of light on the Arcapegio. It was as smooth as linen silk, and it flowed down her back like a waterfall.

And the best thing was...

Hiccup was the only viking in the Arcapegio to see it with it released from the many braids, cords and clips that wound her hair into pattern, down and free, cascading down her shoulders and glittering, and Hiccup swore there was threads of gold weaves into her scalp.

That night. The sheer moonlight spilling through the windows of the Haddock Household lit their room with a soft glow, assisted with the several candles lit throughout the small loft.

Getting ready for the night, Astrid unclasped her shoulder pads, spiked skirt and belt, tossing it into a chest next to the bedside table beside their bed, her furs into another chest beside that, and her tunic and leggings was thrown into a bucket that was soon to be washed.

Hiccup, being the earnest boyfriend he was, grabbed her waist and pulled her back onto his chest, his fingers slipping under her breast bindings to find the knot hidden beneath, and in seconds her bindings dropped the the ground; he did it so quickly and effortlessly it was without a doubt not his first time. His fingers lingered on her chest, his feathering touch sending goosebumps forming, which disppeared as Hiccup slipped one of his oversized tunics over her slender frame. The sleeves were much to large and the length was much too long, but both wouldn't have it any other way.

Hiccup nuzzled the back of her neck, she looked too adorable in one of his tunics. His hand ltrailed up to her head and he started to undo every cord and braided that twisted in her hair.

"I can do this myself y'know babe." Astrid giggled as he watched Hiccup in the mirror infront of her, an amused smile on her face caused by the peek of his tongue poking out of pressed lips and his face, resembled determinaction, similar to the demeanour he held whilst dragon racing. "I'm not a baby."

"You're my baby." Hiccup affirmed, his fingers combing through her hair to seperate her braids, his eyes lighting up at the strands started to unravel. Astrid's smirked as Hiccup seemed to brighten at her hair.

"It's just hair, Hicc." Astrid chided.

"It's your hair." Hiccup replied nonchalantly.

Astrid rolled her eyes, Hiccup returning her smirk. Her hair tumbled down to her back, Hiccup pressing a firm, long kiss on the crown of her head. Hiccup reached infront of Astrid and retrieved a hair brush.

"Sit on the bed, Milady." Hiccup's gestured using the comb, pointing for her to sit on the side on their bed.

Astrid hummed and sat cross-legged on the foot of their furs

I'm honestly not in the mood to finish this, sorry.
Doveliator15 , sammy260513, could you maybe request something else? Right now I'm not in the mood to do those, not to be offensive. I just want something that with cheer me up. I'm sorry, but I'll come back to those when I'm feeling better.