There was soup. And bread. A simple yet satisfying lunch for the Viking pair.
But there was that feeling that hung in the air, tense and unwavering.
The boy knew how Astrid was. She wasn't a subtle person – her actions usually spoke just as loud as her words. She meant business. She was a force to be reckoned with. In any of those moments between them, he could have been bruised all over with every punch she could have given. But that didn't happen. She had shown him another side, one he rarely saw back at home. One he wasn't use to seeing. Although it was nice, he knew her prominent Viking-proud personality would still be going strong. That was normal.
But it wasn't too hard to notice that something was wrong, and that was exactly what Hiccup did. Green eyes glanced up at the girl mid-sip, seeing the sharpness and intensity behind her blue glaring down at the bowl of soup that did nothing more than feed her. Aggression and frustration were dominant, a dangerous combination if there was an attempt made to quell these feelings.
He was a Viking. Sometimes it was necessary to take a risk. Even if it was a verbal one.
The spoon was set aside as he cautiously placed both hands flat upon the counter top, keeping his gaze on her as he studied her features once more. "...Astrid?" He paused, letting the roll of bread sink into his soup. "Stupid question, I know, but...are you doing okay?"
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But there was that feeling that hung in the air, tense and unwavering.
The boy knew how Astrid was. She wasn't a subtle person – her actions usually spoke just as loud as her words. She meant business. She was a force to be reckoned with. In any of those moments between them, he could have been bruised all over with every punch she could have given. But that didn't happen. She had shown him another side, one he rarely saw back at home. One he wasn't use to seeing. Although it was nice, he knew her prominent Viking-proud personality would still be going strong. That was normal.
But it wasn't too hard to notice that something was wrong, and that was exactly what Hiccup did. Green eyes glanced up at the girl mid-sip, seeing the sharpness and intensity behind her blue glaring down at the bowl of soup that did nothing more than feed her. Aggression and frustration were dominant, a dangerous combination if there was an attempt made to quell these feelings.
He was a Viking. Sometimes it was necessary to take a risk. Even if it was a verbal one.
The spoon was set aside as he cautiously placed both hands flat upon the counter top, keeping his gaze on her as he studied her features once more. "...Astrid?" He paused, letting the roll of bread sink into his soup. "Stupid question, I know, but...are you doing okay?"