Hiccstrid Shorts

Anxiety (Version 2)

Anxiety version 2. You wanted it, you got it.

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Age: 17-18

Couples: Hiccstrid

Place: The Clubhouse

Summary: The gang are gathered in the clubhouse since it was raining. Ruff brings up the topic of the Red Death, and Hiccup's inner paranoia comes into play. Astrid can eventually calm him through acts that make Snotlout gag. Heh. Heh. Heh.....

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The gang were gathered in the clubhouse and it had started raining. Not hard rain, but not drizzle, either. 

"Ugh. It's raining," Snotlout complained, leaning back on Hookfang, who moved as he did so. Snotlout grumbled at his 'Stupid dragon'.

"Hey, well it's not that bad, Snotlout. The grass could probably use watering anyway," Hiccup stated, trying to be positive.

"Yeah. And we can spend time together. Like we used to," Astrid added, leaning her head onto her boyfriend's shoulder. He slung an arm around her waist in response.

"Yeah! We can tell stories of our adventures," Fishlegs piped up, closing his book to pay more attention to his friends.

"Oh yeah! All the times Ruffnut was in danger!" Tuff snickered, looking at his twin who was trying to pick up a wooden barrel, and failing miserably.

"Y-Yeah! T-they were all... Great times!"  she panted, straining.

"Ruff, what are you doing?" Hiccup asked while Tuffnut was blabbering about all the times Ruff had gotten hurt.

"This barrel needs to be moved to the storage room. It's full of uncle Fenris' mead." Ruffnut explained to the auburn haired man as she walked away from it.

"Here! Let me try! Nothing can beat the muscles of the Snot," Snotlout boasted, flexing his arms. Astrid felt bile rise into her throat, and Hiccup just patted her waist while trying to conceal his laugh.

Snotlout walked over to the barrel and placed his hands on either side of it. At this point the gang was watching eagerly to see if he could actually do it. 

Snotlout's main concern was how to pick it up. He frowned, trying to find a comfortable way to pick it up.

"Snotlout," Hiccup said. "There's handles," he deadpanned, and the gang laughed. Blending in with the colour of the wood were two metal handles on either side of the large barrel.

"Oh," Snotlout gasped, and he picked up the barrel by its handles. With a groan, he heaved it over his shoulders like he was lugging a sheep. But, he didn't manage for very long, since he just toppled over backwards. 

"Here, Snotlout. Just let me do it." Hiccup sighed, getting up from his seat beside Astrid and walking over to the rolling barrel.

"Puh-lease! You couldn't even carry a sheep at Thorfest! And trust me, that is wayyyyy heavier than a sheep!" Snotlout scoffed, pointing to the barrel.

"C'mon, Snotlout! I was fifteen! Now I'm eighteen, I have grown." He told everyone as he beant over to pick up the big wooden barrel. 

Astrid smirked, watching her boyfriend bend over. It was a pleasant sight to see. Anyway, Astrid knew Hiccup would be able to carry the Barrel easily, he'd developed a lot of muscle. 

Hiccup picked up the barrel with ease and slung it over one shoulder, only using one arm to carry it. He winked at Astrid when he caught her blushing.