When I Come Back

Gobber's Party

Astrid

The day went by quickly and left us all tired, but there was no time to sleep. Tonight a party is being thrown for Gobber's birthday, and we needed to help prepare for it.

  Once everything was set up, we all went on a quick flight around Berk to clear our heads.

Everyone was at the party celebrating the blacksmith's birthday. Who was drunk off his ass. As well as many of the guests.

  Gobber's parties were always the ones that everybody got drunk at. That man loved his meade.

    Now that the Gang and I were of age, Gobber insisted that we all had at least one drink, which turned into five for me, three for Fishlegs, eight for Snotlout, two for Heather, seven for Ruff, and nine for Tuff.

  I was so drunk, that I could barely stand let alone dance on the dance floor in which Heather and Ruff drug me onto. I ended up falling, dragging all of us to the ground.

  Stoick insisted that we go home due to our current state, which I am very much greatful for.

  As I break off from the Gang to go to my house, I trip over a rock and start to fall, but someone catches me.

It's the Guy!!

"Woah! Did you have a little too much fun?" he asked.

I look him in the eyes and familiarity washed over me. 

I know those eyes. I've seen them before, yet I haven't. They're different from the ones I used to know.

  "H-hiccup?"

  "Wow, who knew all I had to do was to get you drunk to finally figure out who I am!" he said, sarcastically. "Even though you might not remeber this in the morning."

  He then picked me up and gave me a piggyback ride into my room.

"How do you know where my room is?"

"Because I'm smart." he simply said, while setting me down on my bed. "How do you think you got your axe back?"

  I smiled, remembering the messy handwriting on the note. "Oh yeah."

  He walked over to my dresser and pulled out my night gown, setting it on the end of my bed.

"How did you know I wear a Night gown at night?"

  "Because most girls do."

  "Oh, well what if I was sleep nude?"

  "You don't."
 
   "How did you know that most girls wear night gown at night anyway? Have you been in a girl's bedroom at night before?"

He ignored my questions and held up the night gown once again.

"Change."

  I started to reach out for the gown, but then a sudden rush of nausea hit me and I immediately started to gag.

  He quickly reached for the bucket I use for trash at my desk and put it in front of my face. Stomach acid, party food, and meade spewing into the bucket.

  He used his other hand to hold any hair that would have fallen in front of my face, back.

  "Alright. Hang on." He said disappearing for a few seconds and returning with a wet rag. The Guy wiped my face and then handed me the gown before walking out with the bucket and rag.

  I changed into the night gown, unbraided my hair and climbed into bed.

                                                            ***

  I woke up the next morning with a massive headache and a sore body.

  Looking over, I spotted a bucket and a rag. As I slowly got up, with the faint memory of the Night Fury stealer, I spotted a note with the same messy handwriting.

  Cleaned these up for you. Hope you feel better tomorrow.

A smile snuck it's way onto my face.

Why am I smiling?

HEY GUYS! LONG TIME NO SEE!! I WAS SUPER BUSY OVER THE SUMMER AND THEN SCHOOL STARTED UP AGAIN, SO I DIDN'T HAVE A LOT OF TIME TO WRITE THE LAST COUPLE OF....MONTHS? ANYWAY, I'M SORRY AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER!!