Spirit of a Warrior - HTTYD

Four

Days.

Days had gone by that I hadn't seen the Haddock boy.

I had witnessed the possibility of his death and I had never felt more broken in my life.

The fear of losing someone that helped me discover more of who I am, crippled me inside.

Upon discovery of the brave night fury saving his life brought me a new joy that I couldn't describe.

Hiccup saved the Hooligan tribe and proved himself to his father once and for all.

As I watched my chief recover his son from the wrappings of Toothless' wings, my heart felt a warmth that was foreign.

I do care for this boy and perhaps more than that. He's the one I have to thank for finding me within the walls that were built around my spirit.

I have spent the last couple of days trying to train my Deadly Nadder, whom I haven't named yet.

But the entirety of my attempts consisted of Hiccup consuming my thoughts.

Is he alright?

Will he live?

Is the amputated limb going to prevent him from being able to fly?

Will he wake up?

Oh gods Astrid you can't go there...

Ugh! I just can't stop thinking about him...

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"HEY LOOK! IT'S HICCUP!", I hear a Viking shout from outside of my house.

Hiccup?

I leap from my depressive spot on my bed and lunge to open the front door.

I gazed across the path in which the chief's house stood.

Stoick had his arm around his son's shoulder.

He's alive.

He's got that dorky smile across his face mixed with a wave of confusion to see dragons all over the village.

My heart is pounding in my chest as I make my way through the crowd.

Why did he do this to me?

He was the one that risked his life! Why am I the one sore about it?

Oh Thor, it's because you like him Astrid!

No! Of course I don't!

Why not?

Because you don't need anybody close to you!

But what about everything he's done for me?

Like what?!

Everything! More than anyone ever could.

My internal battle with my old and new self got louder in my head. I neared the lad which caught me in a nervous trance.

Say something to him!

Like what?

Do something crazy!

Like what? Kiss him?

No!

I lift my fist and punch him in the shoulder, causing him to whip around in pain. "That's for scaring me", I sass him.

Dear Odin, Astrid. Could you possibly be more cold?

Recover yourself!

"What? Is it always going to be this way? Cause...."