It came out muttered as she turned back to her soup, eating silently for the time being, one spoonful after another. Another bit of bread was dipped in before she took a bite of it.
An awkward silence hung over the two of them as they ate. There just wasn't anything for her to ask at the moment, nor was she in the mood for prompting Hiccup to answer questions or talk to her without stumbling over himself. Sure, they talked about things (somewhat) but it was usually Astrid doing the talking and then Hiccup rambling off. It'd be nice if, for once, he'd ask her a question. Of course she wasn't expecting him too - Hiccup was still probably scared she'd punch him in the face if he dared to. Stupid Hiccup. Stupid microwave. Stupid 'normal' modern clothes. Stupid city. Stupid everything.
But mostly stupid Hiccup.
Her bowl of soup was half full then as she continued to glare daggers at it, willing it to boil with her mind. Nothing happened of course. She didn't expect anything to happen. Fingers brushed her bangs out of her face, exposing blue eyes. After everything that had happened back on Berk, both Hiccup and her had been able to open up somewhat to one another. He'd listen to her and she'd listen to him. Actually listen. Here, even though she'd kissed him, Hiccup still seemed skittish and uncertain, tiptoeing around on a bed of dragon eggs.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all.
Astrid wanted her mother's cooking. She wanted her bed back home, even if it didn't have a mattress. She wanted to go flying with Stormfly and see her babies. She wanted to hold Hiccup's hand without giving him a heart attack or kiss him without him thinking she'd punch him the next second. Astrid had liked it when things had been simple and small. This city and era was anything but small and needlessly complicated.
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It came out muttered as she turned back to her soup, eating silently for the time being, one spoonful after another. Another bit of bread was dipped in before she took a bite of it.
An awkward silence hung over the two of them as they ate. There just wasn't anything for her to ask at the moment, nor was she in the mood for prompting Hiccup to answer questions or talk to her without stumbling over himself. Sure, they talked about things (somewhat) but it was usually Astrid doing the talking and then Hiccup rambling off. It'd be nice if, for once, he'd ask her a question. Of course she wasn't expecting him too - Hiccup was still probably scared she'd punch him in the face if he dared to. Stupid Hiccup. Stupid microwave. Stupid 'normal' modern clothes. Stupid city. Stupid everything.
But mostly stupid Hiccup.
Her bowl of soup was half full then as she continued to glare daggers at it, willing it to boil with her mind. Nothing happened of course. She didn't expect anything to happen. Fingers brushed her bangs out of her face, exposing blue eyes. After everything that had happened back on Berk, both Hiccup and her had been able to open up somewhat to one another. He'd listen to her and she'd listen to him. Actually listen. Here, even though she'd kissed him, Hiccup still seemed skittish and uncertain, tiptoeing around on a bed of dragon eggs.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all.
Astrid wanted her mother's cooking. She wanted her bed back home, even if it didn't have a mattress. She wanted to go flying with Stormfly and see her babies. She wanted to hold Hiccup's hand without giving him a heart attack or kiss him without him thinking she'd punch him the next second. Astrid had liked it when things had been simple and small. This city and era was anything but small and needlessly complicated.
In one word? Things sucked.