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Who: HICCUP and ~* Asssstrid *~
When: Sometime after Astrid's arrival
Where: At the Tower Apartments. Outside. Somewhere.
Summary: Late to Astrid's welcoming party, Hiccup tries to make up for it by meeting her at the baseball diamond and its starter apartments. Confusion ensues.
Warnings: THESE ARE VIKINGS. VIKINGS.

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The amount of dishes being brought in from the front always had a tendency to look like they weren't going down. Even if he had gone through ten, twenty of them at a time, there were still more to get to. He knew he had to finish doing them, but this day suddenly became very important to him.

Astrid - the star Viking pupil in his dragon-training class and the girl of his dreams - was here.

In his haste, Hiccup made it a point to fish out the rock from the bottom of the metal sink, yanking off the apron and shrugging into his fur vest as he sped out the back door of Nibbleheim, making up explanations for his departure as the shouts of his supervisor faded behind him, thin legs sprinting toward the baseball diamond and its apartments.

The distance itself was something he forgot to acknowledge ahead of time, causing his epic run to falter, slowing to a stop. But with his type of persistence, he caught his breath and continued running the rest of the way.

Once the diamond was in sight, all Hiccup had to do was look for the blond girl with the axe in her hand. And she did say she was going to climb a tree. So the best way to go about spotting her was to glance at the trees in the area while calling her name. "Astrid?" The boy jogged, taking in a few calming breaths while green eyes darting back and forth. "Astrid! Hello?"

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"Hey. You're not terrible." Hands to cheeks then, pushing them in as he puffed them out, squishing his face gently. Hiccup really was big on self depreciation, wasn't he? That was something that would have to be worked on. It wouldn't come quickly, Astrid knew that much. Old habits died hard, after all. Still, it wasn't impossible.

"Sure, you're not really like the rest of us, but that's not a bad thing." She said, now cupping his cheeks rather than mushing them together. "You've got the...spirit. The crazy spirit. The stubbornness. Those kinds of qualities all good Vikings have. Plus you're smart, too. You solve problems using your head and I don't mean that literally."

Just because some Vikings favoured headbutting their problems square in the face didn't mean there weren't other ways one could put their heads to use.

"We didn't know it, but we all needed a little more of...this." She gestured toward him with a nod. "Myself included. Especially now, here in this place."

"Yeas, I ahm," he replied, his face poked, then molded between Astrid's hands. His gaze remained half-lidded all the while, looking normal once she was done mushing his features together.

Another sigh escaped him, but he was listening to what she was saying. Each point was made, and it was definitely different from what most Vikings would do in similar circumstances.

He then frowned. "You just gestured to all of me..."

"Exactly." The smile that had crept onto her face held a certain sentimental touch to it then as she gazed at Hiccup fondly. It was an expression the boy before her would see as completely foreign, at least on Astrid. She liked to furrow her brows a lot, after all. That didn't mean she couldn't be sweet and cheery too, she was just...a little intense about it. Like she was with everything she did.

"That's what I need here. You, Hiccup. Okay?"

Vikings were hardy, brutal people. Ones that could survive even in the most dire of circumstances. Would she be able to survive on this island without him? Of course. She was a Viking. Would she be happy to, however? Probably not. The city they'd been cast into was just as exciting as it was frightening - having someone to face off against it, someone who you knew and could trust, someone who you could depend on to always stick with you, well, at least most of the time, was something Astrid wouldn't trade for anything. Hiccup was important. All of him.

He just couldn't see it yet.

It was a different setting. A place where more civilized methods were put into practice along with the roughness and danger Vikings were use to seeing. And he had the best of both worlds. It was going to take longer to change his views, but with what he's learned so far, it's paying off.

One thing was for certain as well: Hiccup wasn't alone here. And while that was worrisome, it was also fine. Astrid was capable of taking care of herself. She just needed help adjusting. She was at least willing to go through with that.

After a pause, he resigned himself to this fate with a tired shrug.

"Okay."

"Good." Giving him one last glance over Astrid slid her hands away from Hiccup's freckle spotted cheeks. "Chin up too." With that, the discussion of events past and those to come, Astrid moved to stand, straightening her skirt on her hips.

"I think I'm going to go take a nap, alright? All of this has been rather exhausting. My brain feels like it's going to melt."

Chin up. Easier said than done, but it was worth a try. One month didn't kill him. Not yet, anyway. There was still much to go over with Astrid, but that could wait until later.

Hiccup nodded, tilting his head to the side as he involuntarily sprawled out over the couch. "A nap. That sounds like a great idea."

"Great."

One last smile was flashed toward Hiccup before Astrid moved toward the hall that would take her to their room.

"I'll see you after and we can get something to eat. Have a good one."

A hand limply waved, his neck craned to see how far she had gone. But he didn't need to respond. Everything had already been set. A nap and then food. That wasn't a bad combination.

With a sigh, Hiccup let his hand drop over his chest. Green eyes slowly closed as he drifted off, letting the earlier conversation become the backdrop for some strangely gratifying dreams.

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