Mondays, January 12th 2015 16.15

Astrid Hofferson (on)

Hiccup Haddock (on)

Hey, babe, can you talk now?

Mmm… yes, I think so. Why are you asking?

So nothing's going on now, right?

No.

Where do you want to get?

Right.

Spite it.

What?

Spite. It. Now.

And you just told me that you had nothing to do, so don't use any excuse.

Don't get you.

You evade me all day in school.

Spite out the reason.

Oh… that is.

So you won't denial. Okay then.

What's on with you?

With me?! You're the one who's evading me!

Why are you so upset?

You tell me. Why do you think I am?

I did not evade you, milady.

I was with the nurse and I didn't want you to see me the way I was.

What do you mean? What happened?

Science project. Fishlegs drop the whole thing… over us.

It ended up being a quite corrosive acid and now I'm redder that a lobster.

It hurts.

Stupid. I'd beat you up right now.

Why didn't you tell me?

It was shameful.

More shameful than when you fell over that tomato cans stack in the supermarket?

Or than that time when you broke the sneaker you were trying and no one noticed but bought it anyway?

Even it was small?

Stop it.

Oh no, no, I remember one good.

More shameful that that time when your father showed me your naked baby photos?

Please, don't remind me that.

I already did, babe.

Or should I say naked baby?

Well, sorry but your "naked baby" is now some kind of "tomato-skin teen".

If you get the situation, I will go bathing in snow.

Not so fast.

Astrid, please tell me that you're not the one who just rang the bell in my house.

I can tell you.

But I don't like to lie to my boyfriend.

Hate you.

Love you.

Stubborn mean lady.

Get the door, I'm freezing.

Mondays, January 12th 2015 23.54

Astrid Hofferson (on)

Hiccup Haddock (on)

Sorry.

For what?

We went too far.

You're saying just because we got to second base?

Don't know so much about bases.

Well, that was second base.

Thanks for summing that up.

Sorry again.

Why? It isn't like you raped me or something.

We just made out in your dad's car. Just that.

Don't know. I don't know anything.

Since… that, I barely can remember my name.

Why were you saying sorry?

Don't know. Maybe I did not know what to say.

And you believed that a "sorry" was better that "hey Astrid that was freaking awesome".

Did not want to sound like Snotlout.

Oh hell, no, no please.

Did you like that?

I mean, no, I do not mean anything.

It is not like I am some kind of pervert, but…

Did you liked that?

You liked?

Well, yes yes, of course.

But I'm not so pervert. Don't get it wrong.

Hiccup, you like me, right? I know you do.

Yes.

And I like you too.

I liked what happened today. It was time.

Come on, we were dating since when? We were 14.

Why, and tell me truth, were you saying sorry?

Don't know.

Why you didn't move and the begin?

Where are you trying to get?

You know where I was trying to get.

You're always afraid of screw things up.

That's because I ALWAYS screw the things up.

You didn't screw me.

Yet.

Don't ever write that.

And next time we made out, please:

1. Move. 2. Don't feel sorry.

See? I screwed it up again.

I really want to beat you right now. And maybe kiss you.

I love you Astrid.

I just thought you would never say, Hiccup.

Love you too.

Tuesday, January 13th 2015 9.20
Astrid Hofferson (on)

Hiccup Haddock (on)

Didn't come to school or just avoiding me?

Mmm, lobster skin, nasty bruises (from unknown origins).

Oh, yes, being painfully in school, that's a really good idea.

Don't sarcasm me.

If I don't "sarcasm you", our relationship wouldn't be full.

You would be dating just half of me.

Oh, no, little naked baby. You're mine. All of you. I want all from you.

Funny.

What?

I was trying to sound sexy and you write "funny"?

I'm listening to Queen, a song called I want it all.

And you just appeared saying you want all of me. It is a funny coincidence.

Stop being so Hiccup.

Hey! That's the other half of me!

Hey! Well, here's the second one-shot and I'll be really thankful if you tell me what you think about this because I just made it with insomnia. And I feel like dying for a sleep, but I can't so here we are.

Thanks you a lot for reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own How to Train your Dragon. It is propriety of Dreamworks and Cressida Cowell. I'm just using the story with no payment back.