Hungry, Astrid was hungry. She hadn't had anything to eat since she woke up this morning and it was already an hour after midday. Of course, there had been the issue of having to catch a plane, which stressed her out more than she would've wanted to admit. She woke up late and still had to pack, neglecting to do that yesterday night in favour of watching a couple more episodes of her favourite TV show. truthfully, it was not the smartest move on her behalf, but her couch just looked so appealing and was just begging to be lain upon. So, she caved and grabbed her freshly microwaved popcorn and plopped herself down on to her couch.

Hours passed in the blink of an eye and when she turned to look at the time, she froze, making sure she read the clock right, before bolting from the couch and in to her bedroom where she found an empty suitcase and a whole pile of clothes that still needed to be folded and packed. She had decided that she would be able to do that in the morning, she would just have to set her alarm for a little earlier than she would normally have.

The idea sounded like a perfectly reasonable plan, but plans always work better in our heads than they do in reality. Not only had she slept through her alarm, she had also found that her passport wasn't in the usual drawer. All in all, the entire fiasco had left her with no time to grab any food for herself and she was forced to leave the warmth of her house and head out to the airport.

Thankfully, the stress that she was feeling had lessened her need for nutrition and she had powered through customs and all the necessary steps before boarding the plane.

However, seeing as she had made it to the plane just on time, her stress had faded away to let in the aching hunger. She heard her stomach grumble once...twice...three times before she couldn't take it any more. She pushed the button that would alert the cabin crew. Once a crew member had reached her she asked for snacks, a lot of snacks, for that was the only remedy for her cravings.

After her cravings had died down, she took a moment to look around the plane. What stuck her as particularly odd was the fact that there were almost no people on board. Granted, the were on a small plane and her destination wasn't exactly a tourist paradise, she had still expected more people. To her right she could see what looked like a married couple, sitting next to an elderly person. To her right she could see a young man, he had earphones in and seemed to be sleeping. He looked tall, and had a very messy mop of hair that has likely never been properly taken care of. Somehow though, it suited him. Because his face was leaning away from her, she couldn't make out any details of his face. She would just have to imagine it.

Behind her were a couple of other people but she hadn't bothered to inspect them closely. In total, she estimated that there were only about a dozen or so people on her flight.

She closed her eyes, deciding that she could use some rest before landing. Putting in her earphones, she shut her eyes and slowly drifted off in to a deep slumber, completely shutting herself from the rest of the world.

The only thing that had managed to wake her up was the oxygen mask falling from the ceiling. Still a bit dazed from her deep sleep, she looked around to see the couple clutching their heads between their knees. She turned to her left to see that man with the messy mop of hair in a similar predicament as her, completely oblivious to what was happening. She caught his gaze for just a second, finding emerald orbs staring right back at her.

That was the last thing she saw before darkness enveloped her.

Hiccup had made it to the plane quite early, as he usually would do. It calmed him down knowing that he had made it with time to spare. Checking his ticket to find out which seat he was allocated, he moved along the aisles, finding and settling down in his window seat. He pulled out his earphones and carefully placed them in his ear.

He enjoyed seeing the people board the plane, he liked seeing the different types of people that he would be flying with. He may have also been secretly been judging their choice of clothing and whatnot, but he would never admit that. He saw a flock of people enter at once and had difficulty seeing all of them. Surprisingly, those people were the only ones to come on for a while. When it was nearly time to take off, he looked behind him to make sure he hadn't missed anybody come on. He hadn't.

Just before he closed his eyes, thinking that all the passengers must have arrived, he saw a flash of golden blonde hair move past the crew members, racing towards her seat. She sat down in the aisle seat, completely flustered and seemingly exhausted. After giving her one more glance he turned back and closed his eyes. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night and he would make sure to catch up on some of that lost sleep on the plane ride. The music playing in his ear softly lulled him into sleep.

He felt something brush up against his skin, not hard enough to forcefully awaken him, but definitely enough to annoy him and try to brush it away with a swipe of the hand. He swept his hand across his face in an attempt to remove whatever was irritating him, only ta grab onto something that seemed to resemble a mask of some sort.

Opening his eyes he found that his hand was cupping an oxygen mask. Completely disorientated and perplexed, he looked around to find some sort of justification as to why this this would be right in his face. The only thing that he could see were eyes that made him think of the clear blue sky on a beautiful summer's day staring back at him.

That was the last thing before his sight and consciousness was swept in to darkness.

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