The pale moon was seen high above from the many cliffs of Berk. Everyone was asleep. The Vikings, the dragons, and even the roosters were all passed out, all but one that is. Astrid Hofferson, the most beautiful/deadly Viking girl on the island, probably the whole world, was wide-awake and rushing to a particular Viking's house, her boyfriend's house to be exact. Yes, I wrote that clearly. The great and mighty Astrid had finally found that part of her that was hidden under the layer of toughness, the part of her that longed for some sort of companionship other than her friends or 'battle-buddies', as Gobber had put it. This feeling was completely different, and he had been the one to open her eyes.

She whipped past the buildings with such a speed on her Deadly Nadder, Freya, that she was beginning to question whether or not she had passed his house yet. Suddenly the dragon came to a complete halt and would've slung Astrid straight over it's nose if she hadn't been tightly strapped down. A dazed look crossed her face as she was jerked, and getting off of Freya made her stumble as she regained her senses and smiled as she saw the oldest house in Berk standing before her. 'Even Freya knows where to go.' She smiled to herself as she ran up the hill to the door of the house of her one-and-only.

Now, I know for Astrid to have a boyfriend you'd expect it to be a tough guy like Snotlout or Tuffnut, but she wasn't interested in those guys. They were buff, obnoxious, and didn't even love her for her. In fact all the boys in Berk were, all but one. That one singular soul who didn't hit on her because of her strength or fighting abilities, but for love. He loved her, and had loved her since as long as he had laid his emerald eyes on her. Astrid grinned slightly as she gently pushed the door open and peered down the long hall that was the Haddock home. Inching silently up the steps in the far corner she froze when she heard Stoic the Vast's thunderous snores from beside the large fire pit. Chuckling she continued her ascent finally reaching her destination, a small wooden door at the peak of the stairs. Astrid cracked the door open and immediately saw the sleeping figure in the far recesses of paper and metal fixations.

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, the most un-vikingly Viking in the history of Vikings lay on a bed of papers and sketches, and, a somewhat surprising anvil pillow. She danced her way through the papers and, upon reaching the sleeping boy, gently slugging him on the arm. But alas, Astrid's 'gentle' punches are, well, like running full-speed into Stoic when he's stretching. Hiccup woke with a start and gave out a shrill yelp as he leapt up to his fee- er, foot. Stumbling around for his grip a warm grip closed around his amazingly smooth palm.

A small blush rose to his face as he looked up to see the two pale blue eyes he knew so well. "Astrid." He sighed as she helped him balance himself. He tenderly rubbed the tender spot on his limb. "Is that how your going to wake me up everyday?" he added smiling that goofy grin that seemed to be permanently plastered to his face. "Oh shut it, Hiccup." She teased, " You know you like it." He rolled his eyes, "Actually, I don't look forward to being punched every morning." He noticed that she was starting to lean towards him. "No, I mean you like this."

Jolts of electricity shot through his body as she gently pressed her lips to his. Hiccup could feel her body shiver as he tentatively kissed back. He mentally kicked himself with his steel leg for not knowing how to properly kiss a girl like Astrid. Sure, he had been kissing her at least three hundred twenty-eight times a day for almost two months, but when it came to Astrid, Hiccup was a pile of mush. He melted at every touch they shared, even if accidental, and Astrid was exactly the same, when he gave her that shy grin her heart fluttered in such a way that it seemed as if it was bound to beat right out her chest.

Hiccup was the one to break the kiss after what seemed an eternity. He had asked Astrid to wake him up early for a reason. She gave him a quizzical look, peering deep into his sparkling eyes as if to pry the answers from him. Hiccup grinned slyly as he thought of what he had planned for them and their friends. It was going to be Astrid's birthday soon, a week and three days to be precise, but this wasn't an ordinary birthday. When Astrid turned sixteen she would finally be of age. Well, to him it was finally. He'd wanted to be with the girl since he was, oh Thor, I don't know, six? He was definitely head over heel for Astrid, and had planned on inviting her along on a 'hunting trip' the week of her birthday, taking their friends along to cover the trail. He had previously spoken to the others to make sure that Astrid would know NOTHING about his plan or Toothless would be eating a hearty meal of stewed Viking for supper, he had picked out a perfectly secluded island off the coast of Berk, it was one he and Astrid had found while flying around.

He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts as Astrid jarred him back to his senses with a chaste kiss on the lips. "Hey, day-dreamer." She joked, "What's bothering you?" "Hm? Oh, n-nothing!" he said in a hurry. Hiccup yawned. "How 'bout a little shut eye?" he said, sliding his arm around Astrid's waist, probably the boldest move he had ever made on her, even though she was technically his girl. I mean, would you expect Astrid to 'cuddle'? "Well, sure. Why not?" Astrid stretched, carefully leaning down to where Hiccup was already sprawled, holding out open arms into which she eagerly climbed, nuzzling her head against his chest affectionately. "So what was it you wanted to tell me?" she asked as she felt herself start to drift off in his gentle embrace. He smiled and ran a hand down her back. "Snthin." He slurred as he too began to already be affected by the warmth radiating from his beloved Astrid. "I'll tell ya in the," He didn't finish before he felt Astrid's breath fall into rhythmic time with his. Sighing as he drifted off to sleep, "I can't wait 'till your birthday."