An Extraordinary Girl

Thirteen

Hiccups POV

I tap my foot in frustration.

How could she think of herself that way? She's fucking gorgeous for crying out loud.

I hear the lock on the stall door click and Astrid walks out. I look her up and down.

She stands next to the door like she's going to disappear into it at any second.

She looks great, I mean honestly how could she not find herself beautiful?

"Why are you staring at me like that?" She says with rosy cheeks.

"I'm just seeing how it looks on you sorry," I say averting my eyes.

She looks at herself in the mirror and turns to see her curves.

Her swim suit is a deep red and really compliments her skin tone.

"You look really good in that one," I say complimenting her.

"I think so too," she says turning back to me with a light blush.

Shes so cute when she blushes.

I get a better look at her from the front and can't help but notice her curves. She's small but definitely has some curves to her.

"What?" She asks.

"Nothing just zones out," I said trying to let her know I wasn't checking her out when I defiantly was.

"Alright well I'll go wait for you outside," I said as she walked back into the dressing room.

Time skip to outside of the store.

I sit down on one of those massage chairs in the malls and feel my tired muscles start to ache from walking around and standing all day.

I close my eyes for a split second.

Or 20 maybe.

Astrid's POV

I walk out of the store and glance around for Hiccup.

I scan the area and notice a familiar mop of hair passed out in a chair.

I walk up to him and poke his cheek. He groans but stays asleep.

I giggle at him, I didn't realize he was this tired.

I poke him again but this time he doesn't react.

I roll my eyes and grab his hand trying to shake him awake.

He doesn't react other than grabbing onto my hand. I try to pull it away but that was also a mistake.

I fall onto his lap when he pulls back. I'm stuck sitting across his lap. I try and wiggle out of this situation but overall results in him wrapping his harms around my shoulders and pulling me to his chest.

He rests his head on mine and starts to lightly snore again.

Oh no.
No
No
No
No
No

I can't move with his death grip. I sit in his lap just thinking about how I could get out of this. But every way would result in him waking up and making the situation more awkward.