Miss me?

For a car as big as a Range Rover, and a top of the range model at that, the interior was remarkably quiet. The only noise being the occasional sound of driving over cracks in the road at fifty miles an hour. The quietness was bordering comfortable and awkward. He took a quick glance to the blonde next to him, apparently engrossed in watching the passing landscape of high class houses. That was certainly far from the truth.

"So what's it like?"

If no one else was going to break the silence, she figured she might as well.

"What's what like?"

"Being the son of a two-time Super Bowl champion for the most hated team in the NFL?"

"Well, you certainly don't mince words."

"Not going to stop now. So, what's it like Haddock?"

"Well, it certainly was-"

"I always give him shit for it." Hiccup sighed at his best friend's interruption.

"Ladies, may I introduce my best friend and the number one asshole on the east coast, Matthew Larson."

"It's actually Ripper."

"Funny, I thought it was douche." Both women giggled at their bickering.

"Is that what we really look like to other people when we bicker?" Heather leaned forward, gaining Astrid's attention.

"Mhm, no. I think we're a bit worse." This got the guys' attention.

"I guarantee you that you've seen nothing yet." Hiccup said.

"Oh yeah, just ask our teammates. Our sarcasm level is not on this planet. For people who aren't familiar with us, they'd think we'd rip each other's throats out." Ripper back him up.

"Could've fooled us, seeing as you two seemed joined at the hip." Astrid mentioned, recalling that the two never left each other's side during the game.

"Well you'll certainly learn more about us tonight, but before then, how about some introductions?" Ripper asked.

"Well, I'm Henry Hiccup Haddock. Yes, 'Hiccup' is one of my names-" he sighed in good fun at the girls' giggles, "-uh, majoring in Mechanical Engineering. A wide receiver for Michigan State, I'm also a freshman, and as you know, son of a two-time Super Bowl champion and hall of fame offensive lineman, Stoick 'the Vast' Haddock. And the rest you'll learn about me over dinner tonight." He flashed his crooked grin at Astrid for a second, which she gladly returned with a smile of her own.

She really is beautiful.

"And I'm Matthew Larson. Friends call me Ripper. I'm also a freshman at Michigan State, majoring in Business, with a minor in Accounting. I'm a tight end for the Spartans, and I'll be looking forward to dinner tonight with you girls tonight." He smiled at Heather, who also smirked in his direction.

"Care to know who'll we be dining with tonight." Hiccup said.

"Well, I'm Astrid Hofferson, head cheerleader for the Florida State Seminoles football team. I'm also a freshman. Majoring in kinesiology and a minor in business. From Birmingham, Alabama. And I'll have you know Pensy's Sea is the best seafood restaurant on this side of Pensacola."

"I'll take your word for it."

"Well then, I'm Heather Lockhart, the vice captain of the cheerleaders. Majoring in Business too. Originally from LA, moved to Florida when I was ten years old, and met my best friend here in high school."

"Wow, we really are alike in some ways." Ripper said.

"How so?"

"Ripper and I met in high school too. Immediately hit it off." Hiccup said as they car just reached the outskirts of the city.

"I'm sure the girls must have been heartbroken to find out you were taken." Astrid laughed, but it soon stopped when Hiccup smiled sadly, staring at the road ahead of him. That's when she realized they were almost at the restaurant. Passing by familiar, and in their own right, popular restaurants, she quickly pointed Hiccup to a parking lot close to the restaurant, seeing no use of the GPS anymore. Luckily, they came by a car pulling out of an already full space, that Hiccup backed into and soon group was on their way.

The boys looked around, following the girls ahead of them. "You alright?" Ripper nudged his arm.

"Yeah." Hiccup looked at him, placing his hands in his pockets. "I'm alright."

"Don't bullshit me, Hiccup. I know high school's a touchy subject for you."

"I told you don't worry about it. Look, I really want this night to go well. It was just a question. Now let's move on." He walked ahead catching up with the girls.

"Here it is!" Astrid gestured to the building they were approaching. It was a two story building, with big enough balcony for tables outside. Large windows gave a view of a layout and atmosphere similar to an Outback type restaurant, except dedicated to seafood here. It was a relatively busy night, but there were enough tables available. The hostess led them to a booth, placing down their menus and taking their drink orders, before leaving them to get comfortable.

"Hey." Astrid nudged Hiccup's arm, as she was sitting beside him. "I'm sorry if I said something that might have brought up bad memories. I didn't mean to." Hiccup could see the concern on her face. That just made him feel lousy. For the past fifteen minutes she had been worried about offending him.

"Don't worry about it. You did nothing wrong. I shouldn't let memories like that affect me now. It was my bad. Sorry for the attitude after that. Iou shouldn't have put you through that." He smiled at her, a bit of life returning to his eyes and she saw it, returning a white tooth smile of her own.

He really does have amazing eyes.

"Way to go Hiccup." Ripper commented.

"Now seal that make-up with a kiss Astrid." Heather smirked, leaning forward.

"You're an asshole/bitch." Hiccup and Astrid looked at each other, while their friends opposite them looked at each other with knowing looks.

"I guess we really are alike." Ripper laughed.

"Moving on-" Hiccup leant back in his seat, looking to Astrid, "Astrid really isn't an American name. Family from Scandinavia?"

"Pretty good guess. Originally from Sweden. My grandparents moved here back in the early 1960's when they were about our age, in fact. They lived in New York for a good bit of time, but moved down here somewhere in the 80's. My parents met at the University of Alabama. My mom's from Michigan, actually, but came down here where she met my dad, who was in the Navy ROTC program at the university."

"Your dad went into service?"

"Yep. Served in the Navy for twenty five years. He's retired now, working as a manager in a restaurant back home. What about you? Haddock isn't an American name either. And I'm pretty sure you're the only one in this country with the name Hiccup."

"Yeah, well, when your parents are from Norway and want to follow the tradition of naming your child with a horrible name to keep trolls and nightcrawlers away, children tend to get named that."

"Wait, so if Hiccup's your actual name, why do people call you Ripper?" Heather asked. "Don't tell me you're from Finland now?"

"No" he chuckled, "Both parents were born here, but can trace my origins back to England and Italy."

"So you can drink and cook?" Heather asked.

"And cuss like a bloody fucker," he said in a surprisingly accurate British accent, earning laughs from everyone. "What about you?" He asked Heather.

It was then the waiter came back with their drinks and some heated bread. He wrote down their orders, all of them getting the same thing since the girls recommended the number one dish there to the two of them, the seared tilapia with a side of their famous shrimp.

"Both my parents are from Cali. I believe their grandparents came from England, but I'm third generation American and my accent is long gone."

"So why didn't you go to Alabama since it's in your home state and all?" Hiccup asked Astrid.

"I applied and was accepted, but FSU offered me a scholarship considering I was pretty successful in high school. But it's not too bad. I'm not that far from home."

"What about you, how'd you guys get into football?" Heather asked.

"We met in freshman year, and quickly hit it off since we pretty much had the same schedule, but tried out in our sophomore year. I was picked to be a linebacker originally, but they moved me around here and there, and eventually settled into the role of tight end."

"What about you?" Astrid asked.

"I was picked, but the coach said I had to put on a bit more muscle since I was basically a walking fishbone then. Ripper here helped me bulk up and that's when we really connected and stuck together through high school."

"I can almost imagine how it must have been. Bet your dad was pretty proud."

"Oh yeah, he tried to get me on his diet when he was in the league, but he forgot that he was an offensive lineman and not a wide receiver."

"You should have seen the proportions. I mean holy shit, there was enough food to feed the entire roster in high school." Ripper laughed.

"Yeah it was pretty bad." It was then their food arrived and the girls weren't lying. The fish looked perfectly seared, with sides of vegetables, fries and that delicious smelling shrimp accompanying it.

"Hope you guys are hungry," Astrid said as she got ready with her utensils.

"Oh, after today, might need two of these orders." Hiccup replied as they dug in.

000

It was close to midnight when they got back to his house. Unsurprisingly, the party was still going strong.

"At least the house is still in one piece." Hiccup said as they walked to the entrance.

"That means they're not partying hard enough." Ripper said as they walked in. There wasn't much of a mess. A few cups and the occasional beer can here and there, but no broken glass, smashed up furniture, or people passed out... not yet anyway.

"Don't jinx me please." Ripper only chuckled.

"There you guys are!" Everyone looked to see Eret coming towards them. "Where'd you go?"

"We took the guys out for dinner. Least we could for their last night here." Astrid said.

"Well, party's still going on, anyone care for a few drinks and a bit of dancing downstairs?" He asked, although he spoke while only looking at Astrid.

Only Ripper and Heather noticed his frown when Astrid turned to Hiccup. "You up for it?"

"I ain't got nothing better to do." He shrugged his shoulders, and a smile as he raised his hand out. Astrid gladly accepted it as he pulled her towards the basement, with Heather and Ripper following behind him, and Heather offering a sympathetic shoulder tap to Eret, who reluctantly followed. The basement was nearly full, with Tuffnut manning the DJ station and pumping out music that everyone agreed to. The drinks bar was filled to the brim with beer and other alcohol that others brought. But Hiccup led Astrid to a side where he kept his own personal stash. Ripper and Heather soon arrived, along with Eret, Ruffnut, and Snotlout.

"Why'd you guys ditch us?" Ruff asked, glaring at the two girls.

"We had improvised plans." Astrid said, gesturing to Hiccup who was currently fixing them a few drinks. Ruff glanced between the two of them, before giving a sly smirk to Astrid, who only rolled her eyes, before Ruff grabbed her away for a second.

"So you planning to get laid tonight?"

They stared down one another for a good twenty seconds before Astrid sighed. Her friend really knew nothing about privacy. "It's a possibility."

"My ass it's a possibility. Astrid Hofferson about to fuck a football player, a guy from a sport she said she'd never date."

"I know what I said Ruff."

"So why not Eret since he's got the hots for you?"

"Hiccup's here only for the night before he leaves back to Michigan tomorrow. I won't have to see him again for a while probably."

"Hiccup? We're on nicknames now? Since when!?"

"Since three hours ago Ruff. Now if you'll excused me, I have a wide receiver to fuck." She went back to the group while Ruff only smiled in admiration towards her friend. She still thought she was an idiot for not going for Eret, but figured she might try once the season's over. Anyway, that meant she had a shot tonight with the quarterback. She wasn't going to complain.

"What was that about?" Hiccup asked as he handed Astrid her drink.

"Nothing important. You having anything?" she gestured to his empty hand.

"Oh yeah." He pulled out a Jack and coke, keeping it simple. It didn't take long for him to finish his drink while chatting with her. A couple of drinks later, and a few beers, Astrid felt she was tipsy enough to get on the dance floor with Hiccup, who also was probably at the same level of buzzed she was. She pulled him onto the dance floor, weaving through the crowds to the centre of the floor, before she turned to face him and began moving her body to the rhythm of the music. Hiccup could only watch in awe at how freely she carried herself. However that wasn't the only thing that began to catch his attention as he hoped, Tuff was it, kept playing the music he was because, Odin's beard could she move.

"Are you just going to stand there and watch me? Because if you are, I charge by the minute." She teased. That snapped him out of it. He was not a dancer, but he could move. However, the drinking must have helped because he didn't care if he looked stupid at all. Anything to see and hear her laugh like she did many times earlier in the night. And she did not disappoint. His dancing was borderline awkward. But she closed the distance between them and told him to follow her lead, somewhat. Within no time, he was dancing like a normal person, and she couldn't get enough of that crooked, dorky smile for him. For an athlete, she couldn't believe he said he was a fishbone back in high school. Considering when she ran her hands up and down his chest and arms, she could only feel lean muscle. And that plaid shirt was doing all kinds of justice for his figure. Ruffnut was probably right. She was going to fuck him tonight.

Hiccup was mesmerized. The way her body effortlessly moved to the beat. The sensual movements of her hips and pushing right up against his chest, staring at him with those ocean blue eyes, while he gazed down at her with his forest green. Being around in a crowd with young college students, drunk on alcohol and in a closed environment, things were bound to get heated. And both Hiccup and Astrid could feel it. It was then when Astrid glanced to the side and smirked, and nodded to Hiccup to look in the same direction.

Heather and Ripper had made their way away from the bar and were a little corner of the room, her arms buried in his hair while his had hoisted her up against the wall, lip-locked. Astrid gazed back at Hiccup and did what she had secretly wanted to that night, she kissed him. Hard. Being a head taller than her, she pulled him down by the front of his shirt before wrapping her arms around his neck. It Hiccup a few seconds to register what was happening before he reciprocated the feelings, wrapping his arms around her waist and bringing her in closer. For to feel what she was doing to him and she only grinded in response. They couldn't hear the music anymore. The sound of her moans and his gasps were the only things they could hear.

It seemed like an eternity before they broke apart for air, both faces flushed.

"You know, you never gave me a tour of the house." She breathed.

"We can start with my room." He said before pulling her away, weaving through the crowd and back up the stairs to the second floor. It didn't take them long to reach it. Once he shut the door behind her he pressed his body against hers, pushing her back against the door, locking it at the same time. She raised her right leg against his hip and he got the message, quickly grabbing a hold of it and the other while she wrapped her legs around his waist and he supported her. Not once breaking lip contact. The only time he did was when he began kissing jawline, down to her neck. Every moan and whimper she made spurring him on.

"Why don't we start with the bed." She moaned, making out the shape through her daze from his onslaught. Making sure he had a good hold of her, he carried to the bed, laying her down while digging his hips into hers, eliciting another gasp. She reached up to start unbuttoning his shirt but he grabbed her wrists and held them in place. For a second a flicker of panic ran through her but that changed when she looked into his eyes and saw nothing but care and want.

"Are you sure?" He asked her. She laid there, hand still at the first button of his shirt, staring at him with a growing admiration. She couldn't believe it. Here she was looking for a good lay and he was asking if she was sure she wanted to do this. She definitely didn't have any qualms now.

"I am." She replied with a smile before ripping his shirt open.

A/N: Ya'll can guess what comes next chapter