The wedding was pulled off, but as Hiccup looked around, he didn't feel that right sense of accomplishment that he was supposed to.

As the vows were being said, Astrid was standing off to the side. She wasn't meeting his eyes, instead she looked directly at the bride and groom, her teeth gritted.

They had disagreed so much throughout the planning.

Hiccup wanted to put the blame on just the two of them entering new territory, but there was something wrong with their relationship too. Astrid wanted to argue about every little thing. She kept butting into his departments, kept asking for opinions only to shoot them down, and was generally always in a foul mood. She was being intolerable.

He really hoped that whatever was going on would stop soon.

After the couple said their "I Do's and kissed and everyone was happy, Hiccup and Astrid were brought to the bride's mother, who handed them a grand paycheck. The dancing begun, but then Hiccup noticed that there was a taxi pulling up, and Astrid broke away from the party to go. Hiccup followed, frowning.

"Ast!" He caught up to her and grabbed her hand. "Hey, where are you going?"

She snatched it back so fiercely Hiccup jerked back, and then she whipped around to stare at him with narrowed eyes. "I'm going home, not that it's any of your concern."

Hiccup was completely lost. Since when did Astrid call a taxi to go home? What was going on?

"Don't be stupid, I'll drive you, you don't have to go with him. Besides, the party's not over yet."

"I don't recall asking you to drive me," she hissed, clenching her fists. Hiccup took another step back. "Tomorrow, don't bother coming in to the office."

What the actual hell was she talking about? What was wrong with her?

"What do you mean, don't bother coming in?" Hiccup waved a hand. "You're the one who comes in. I live there, remember?"

"Alright, well pack your things and vacate the area. I'm done. This partnership is over. I can't have you jeopardizing my Dancing and the Dreaming."

"What?" Hiccup shouted, admittedly a little louder than he'd intended to. "Since when was it your Dancing and the Dreaming, Astrid?"

"Don't shout," she hissed, stepping closer to him as people close to them looked. "Dancing and the Dreaming was my idea -"

"My effort!"

" - And you'll be paid for that."

Hiccup's mind was racing. How, who did she think she was, kicking him off? Dancing and the Dreaming was their business. Together. They were supposed to be partners, and every wedding they had planned together had been great. They had climbed this ladder together, and he was not letting her push him off the rungs and start over.

"I swear, Astrid, I will take you to court."

"This isn't some divorce that needs to go to court, Haddock!" Astrid raised her voice, but it was the use of his surname that made him scowl even more. Haddock? That's what he was now? "I will make sure we divide the stuff. Now. Get. Lost."

"To hell with that," Hiccup hissed, leaning down, "why the hell are you ruining a great partnership?"

Astrid was silent for a few seconds as she swallowed and stared at him, and then she spat, "What was it you said? That it 'didn't mean anything', right?"

The puzzle pieces that had all been whirring in his mind suddenly fell into place in a neat, organized picture. Aha.

"Oh," Hiccup said quietly, clenching his fist as they continued to glare at each other. "Oh. So that's what this is about."

Astrid didn't say anything, and that only made him angrier. More than a year of work, of hard labor, was all going to go down the drain because she was hurt? She was the one who made the damn rule, she was the one who said she wasn't like other girls, she was the one who…

"It does take two people, you know." Hiccup was shaking lightly, staring her down. "You were the one who didn't wanna go to bed. You kissed me! You were the one pulling my arm upstairs and -"

"Shut up!"

"You know I'm right!" he shouted again. "You know it! This is so petty, Astrid!"

"I'm petty! Who was the one who practically begged to be my assistant?" She was tearing up, and guilt hit him at seeing her hurt like this, but he stood his ground. He had to, or she would kick him off. "Why don't you go back to your precious bread making business? You...you spoiled brat! Go and start another damn business! I'm sure your father will pay for the poor baby!"

If people were looking before, then they were certainly looking now. "Oh, that's what you think of me, huh? Someone who can't do anything without my father! You just effing watch, Astrid, my company is going to make millions more than your cruddy Dancing and the Dreaming. Screw you, and screw it all!"

Astrid was opening the taxi door furiously, getting in as Hiccup kept shouting. "To hell with your partnership!"

"To hell with you!" Astrid shrieked, slamming the door. Without so much as a glance, she was speeding away, and it took Gobber literally forcing him back inside for him to tear his eyes away from where she had been standing.

The shop was a mess the next day. Astrid wasn't saying a single thing to Hiccup, but the jerk hadn't emptied out his bedroom like she had told him to, so now he was tensely taking things out. A small crowd had gathered outside, because now that Dancing and the Dreaming had a name for itself, they were interested.

Outside, she heard someone ask what was going on, and Gobber dryly answered, "See for yourself."

He, Snotlout, and the rest of the band were not very happy that her and Hiccup were splitting up, but did no one think she could make this business successful by herself?

Hiccup was holding something out to give to the moving truck outside, and when Astrid saw what it was, she gasped, running out.

"Hey!" she yelled harshly. "That is not yours, it belongs to the company!"

In his hands was the small little neon lights billboard, and she saw his fingers tighten around it.

"I made it," he hissed.

"It belongs to the company. Ergo," she spat out, putting one hand on it, "not yours."

Something shifted in Hiccup's eyes - there was hurt for a millisecond, but then his gaze became steely. "Fine, you want it? Here, take it."

And with that, he smashed it on the ground next to them, and Astrid cried out as it shattered.

That sign had always been her favorite thing in their office. It was their symbol, their note, and it had been special to her. But maybe smashing it was for the best. After all, he had made it, and she was trying to get rid of him. Having no traces of his work would be the best for her and the company.

Holding her head high, Astrid spat, "Good riddance," and turned on her heel and into the shop, which looked as empty as she had been feeling since this mess had started.

A quick reminder, this plot is not mine. If you do have a problem with a character's actions, please contact the director and the writers of Band Baaja Baaraat (yes, I'm being sarcastic).