axetrid: (//You Suck)
Astrid Hofferson ([personal profile] axetrid) wrote in [community profile] sirenspull_logs2012-04-03 08:46 pm
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Soup Soup

Who: Hiccup & ~Astrid~
When: April 2nd.
Where: Snow White's apartment.
Summary: Astrid and Hiccup have not only lost their jobs, but Astrid's managed to put metal in the microwave. Yup.
Warnings: Vikings, microwaves and soup.

Calling it a disaster was a slight understatement. Sure, it hadn't been the end of the world, but it probably was the end of the microwave and the bowl of soup she'd attempted to warm was now broken to bits and smeared across the floor. Astrid was, understandably, upset. New technology was only continuing to prove to be increasingly harder to use and use properly, without the attempts blowing up in her face.

It wasn't so much herself that she felt bad for. No, feeling sorry for herself wasn't something Astrid indulged in often. What she did dread however was Snow's reaction to all of this. If she hadn't been so stubborn and had just hadn't touched the darn thing like Hiccup had so lovingly cautioned her about with his stupid notes around the kitchen, this wouldn't have ever happened.

Unfortunately, it had, and so now she had to deal with it.

Cursing to herself Astrid had grabbed the dish cloth from the sink, getting down on her hands and knees to clean up the mess she'd made. Fingers carefully began to pluck shards of ceramic bowl off of soup coated tiles, their edges sharp. One managed to nick her finger, causing it to bleed a bit, but she ignored it. There were bigger things to worry about than simple, little cuts. Hopefully, if she were lucky, she'd be able to wipe away the soup off the floor quickly and without any more mishaps.

The day couldn't possibly get any worse.
summing_it_up: (Hiccup: I Beg To Differ)

[personal profile] summing_it_up 2012-04-10 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
There. It was nice to see her smile. It brightened her features. It made her less menacing. He felt more at ease when he saw the change in her demeanor and her thoughts, going from that degree of angry depression to something lighter. Comforted. A little more hopeful.

Out of habit, Hiccup looked down and shrugged. "Glad I can help."

He knew they were going to have to go through things together. They shared the same feelings every other new person would go through, one that they would constantly be reminded of during their prolonged stay. But thankfully Hiccup wasn't too aware of the extent of that thought. Not yet.
summing_it_up: (Hiccup: Genuine Wonder)

[personal profile] summing_it_up 2012-04-14 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
As strange as it felt hearing that, it was still very reassuring. Astrid was always blatantly honest; it was a defining characteristic. That, hopefully, wouldn't change.

He caught most of what she was talking about, noting the change in subject as he tried to play off his earlier distraction with the girl's glances. "Calendar. Right," he coughed, eyes darting the other way. He almost forgot about that, and converting their calendar dates to the city's was tricky.

At the word 'museum,' he perked with interest. "Really?" That could have gone for both the place and the mistake someone made. He nodded after a moment. "I mean– it wouldn't hurt to try, right? If it has stuff we can work with, that would be great."
summing_it_up: (Hiccup: How Was I Suppose To Know?)

[personal profile] summing_it_up 2012-04-17 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
When she mentioned the whole thing about birthdays, Hiccup stared at her. And then he smiled.

"...I...think it did."

Well. It was a trying smile. One that said that he just realized this as well. February was a short month. Too short.

An awkward laugh escaped him as he waved a hand dismissively, busying himself with what was left of his now-cold soup. "But that doesn't really matter! If it passed here, it passed here..."