A/N: Writing this while my country is going deep balls into shit! Yay! I'm distracting my mind from the fact that I'll possibly be living my whole life in a country that'll stay forever corrupt, and isn't going to change no matter what. Scared that I'm gonna be stuck in a hole with no way of escaping.

Our presidential elections is on October 20th.

And I'm honestly terrified.

I'M WEAK-KNEED, BUT I'M FLYING

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She swings whilst she laughs, her bare feet thrusting up and her elbows spread open. She has a fierce grip on the chains, so tight her knuckles turned white. Her joy and adrenaline mix together. She doesn't care if she falls, she doesn't take in account if her arm might broke once she lands. She fears nothing. She, all alone, perform such an enticing and beautiful view.

Her attired was the epitome of cuteness!

Dressed in a simple grey set, -where bare thighs were as inviting as the space between them once she absently parted her knees- feet engulfed in white socks and outworn sneakers. Hair loose down over her breasts. Face natural, and no necessity for even lip gloss.

He definitely likes what he sees.

And he felt sick at his own thought though.

It has been weeks since the second most terrible, humiliate night in the miserable life of Hiccup Haddock. Fourteen days from the event that sunk him down deep in the barrel's bottom. Memories that kept bouncing throughout and swallowed him whole in the spiral of guilt and shame, a day more with the picture stuck in his thick skull will be his end… if he wasn't already death-bedded. The same one tormenting him clung tightly on his brain, reappearing in the most inopportune occasions. Just like the day after, when the damned thought it was a really good idea being displayed it before his eyes while being elbow – elbow with Mr. Hofferson in church. It didn't help Astrid's casually and "innocent" touches at all.

By now -a considerable stretch in time- everything gone well. The steams lessened, and he assumed it as just "the heat of the moment". He hopes though, being capable of making direct eye contact with Astrid, now that she came back.

Is that was an option? Gods above, not even his own father nor mother caught him masturbate not once, how could possible go ahead when this nymph he got obsess with, witnessed him tucking his length in a firm grip in one hand and panting her name.

In a way to distract himself, Hiccup asked to Ms. Hofferson the key to the library. He spent none than five minutes, finding indeed massive collections, but at the same time large amounts of Astrid's pictures. He'd completely forgot that detail.

The girl mentioned recently came back from her 'girls' trip', a trip that was meant to last 2 weeks, however, it extended to 1 month.

Did he was grateful? Yes and no.

He hear the news of her homecoming that same morning, being waken up by the very and only Astrid. She'd this amazing idea of crept into his room, when the sun was just risen. Leaning down carefully and placing a butterfly kiss on his temple. Continued by a soft whisper: "I'm here now".

Hiccup carried on his sick stalk from his office, drinking in the sight of her, savoring every time the wind brought him the sound of her giggles. But he had enough. He shut the curtains and sat his ass down on the chair, closing his eyes in an attempt to calm himself.

"You think I could chop someone's dick with this?"

Shit.

"Astrid! Hey! Hey Astrid. Hey… Astrid." Odin's ghost! She was here! Spooking him as ever, but here, with him. Her solid presence draws a wide smile on Hiccup's face. Astrid was lazily leaned on the threshold with a wicked smirk.

"What'cha you doing? Something naughty? I can tell by the way you freaked out."

"Well, you don't have the best manners to approach someone."

"Pardon? Bleh. I don't know what bullshit you're talking about."

He snorts; of course Astrid wouldn't care about mannerish. She had already a strong discipline and a high education. She was extrovert, charismatic and playful. She has this bless of earning people's trust instantly. She may have quite a filthy mouth, but that was her charm. Difference is; she knew when she could be a princess or a truck driver (No offense) depending with who she was interacting and the place she was making her presence.

"You came back! I was wondering how long your trip would last."

She drops knees on the hard floor, tossing away the huge scissors and fidgeting into the black haul near the door, "Aw! Missing me?"

He rolls eyes, "As if."

"The stupid trip wasn't supposed to last that much." He gulps thick while she explains, "It had to last what it lasted… sadly."

"Yeah… sadly. . ." He trails off. He recalls Sunday's night. When Astrid was stood on the porch, waiting for her friends to kidnap her to a short girls' trip planned days ago.

"So, muttonhead. What's up with your boring life?"

"Muttonhead?" Hiccup asks in a disbelief frown.

She grips a laugh behind her furrowed eyebrows, "Just answer the question."

Yeah, right. He thinks as he wrinkles his nose.

He isn't sure what to answer, Hiccup wishes somehow to manage a friendly chat with her, without the embarrassing stutter and the nerves eating his stomach inside out. But things can't just be simple for him, because every godsdamn time he planned exchanging even the sillies' words with her, it's like his mind shuts and the filter mouth-brain corrupts. He hates himself for not having the slightest composure. For acting like a freaking teenager with every single hormone raised up. He's in fucking adulthood for Thor's sake!

"Hiccup, it's not a matter of life or death."

"Huh. Yeah, sorry." Hiccup mumbles.

Her sigh of impatient isn't the most encouraging noise either, "So… work?"

"Yes." He answers quietly.

"I wonder what your job is. You look tired and stressful all the fucking time. You know what dad says?" She inquires.

"… About me?"

"He says if you continue in the path you're going, not far way you'll be having his wrinkles." Says with a pitiful smile, "… I agree with him."

"You don't see me working right now, don't you?"

She shook her head, "Well, at least you are gifting you a break. It's so frustrating watching you and your big nose buried deep in the pages of a book, my own neck suffers every time you bow yours."

"How considerate."

"It's having empathy." Retorts, tilting her head at one side and letting her golden strands pour over her shoulder.

He pays close attention to this slight movement. And Astrid, quickly notice it.

He somewhat agrees with her, but really empathy is a value no one would share for him, nor when somehow he'll end up in a trial for chasing a young girl. He had let the knowledge sink back months ago when he installed in the house. And he thinks about it more often nowadays, with all the crazy shit that has happened. Yes, Astrid was nineteen; at the eyes of laws she was older enough to take care of herself and hang with men twice her age, and he only has a couple of years above her. So what's the problem? When he met Astrid, not only romanticism had born when he saw the girl for the first time but a full force desire to possess. It hit him like a truck, sending all his senses to the beyond. Astrid didn't make anything easy for him. She was a perpetual flame, so heated like dragon's fire. If he touches her… well, he wasn't fireproof. Dammit. So what's the problem again? Oh yeah! The hateful and venomous words of the one he once called the love of his life. The memory of a terrible accusation, traumatizing poor Hiccup and letting a permanent mark for years. Impeding him romantic advances.

They didn't say a word in the time he was just resting his head in the headstock, moreover he could hear the birds' chirps and the rustles of the trees, and realizes their quiet surrounding and not the habitual cacophony. But Hiccup felt a shift in the ambience. While his company was currently playing with the hem of the short, Hiccup doesn't miss the opportunity to check her out.

Again: He definitely likes what he sees.

And best of all is that Astrid looks so… adjusted. Relaxed maybe? Soothed… no, too bold to describe like that. If he stated like that, then he was just convincing himself, transfixing the moment for his own convenience and not for was the reality. Yes, he didn't accepted the morning's episode yet. For Hiccup; it was just a dream, one more morbid fantasy.

It's like that Saturday's night was being redeemed.

This was good, as long as they rest in a comfy silence.

"You didn't answer my question." But of course she has to break it.

"Huh?"

"About the scissor and a men's dick." She explains.

"Oh." What a strange topic she wanted to discuss about, "Why? Who made you mad?" Though keeping his tone as a tease, he's genuinely concern. Maybe it was one of her classic tricks, but what if something bad happened to Astrid in the days she left? Oh gods. What if someone laid a hand on her? Now he feels awful, guilty because he wasn't there to protect her. Who the fuck would even think about touching her? The boys of her same age of course; those were idiots who only had in mind strong boozes and how to drug girls and do whatever they pleased with their motionless bodies.

Fear is replaced, and a sudden and overwhelming rage settles in the pit of his belly.

But wait. He's the first man she has to shelter from. What on earth gave him the right to protect her? He is Astrid's number one predator.

"Hiccup."

"What?"

"You got a little lost."

He knew it, "Sorry."

"It's okay I guess. I can only imagine where your mind drifted…"

He nods, but didn't say another word while waiting in expectant for her.

"I want to learn." She blurts out.

"Learn?"

"Yes. Learn how to fight." Another worry struck his heart.

"W-why?"

"Because, dummy, I'm tired being a damsel in distress. Father and Mother treat me as such. 'Oh-oh be careful with that!' 'No, you can't touch that! Too sharp for you!' 'Don't wander where the weapons and the guns are' 'The closest a girl have to be to a blade is only to polish her nails!' and blablabla, more bullshit!" she finished with a great scowl on her pretty face. He notices she has rose from the floor and started strolling around the room.

"But you know… martial arts"

"Yes, but I referred—… How do you know it?" She halts in her steps, spraining slowly in her heels to stare at him with narrowed eyes.

Oh fuck. Why can't he keep his big mouth shut?!

"Uh"

"Mr. Haddock" There's a warning in her tone, a "nice" 'be extra careful on your next words'.

'May I or may not haven't been watching you work out' didn't sound as a properly answer to such threat reflected on her blue eyes. Was she really mad? Hiccup was confused for sure. He felt a great embarrassment when Astrid caught him jerking off. An incident worse than stumble -watching with great intend- over her apparently secret practices. He actually found unfair if she got offended.

But again! He was the molester between them both.

"Did you or did you not?"

"W-what?" He chose play stupid.

"Mr. Haddock!"

She looked so good! Stretching and twirling, and kicking thin air. Her little body moving with precise and wittiness. The hard determination falling upon her brows. The breathtaking strength in which she handled herself. And ohh! Once she was over, the panting and the sweat roaming over the whitish exposed skin. Was he going to lie? To himself? To her? He wasn't even going to blame her if she demonstrate one her movements directly to his groin. So in the quietest voice, like a child confessing to his parent, he said; "Maybe…" And then automatically screwed his eyes shut.

Instead of feeling raw, acute pain on his maleness. He sense a tender palm, pressed on his cheek. "Have you been spying on me?" Her question left no place to anger. No repudiation toward his persona.

His green eyes open wide. Not in terror, but in surprise. Astrid was gazing down at him, a tiny, shy smile tugged her lips. Her golden hair surrounding her soft face. Her freckles dusted on her nose's bridge, going down and lastly scattering in her blushed cheeks.

She was so gorgeous.

"Are you planning to reply me?" She teased.

If not for the many rules that exist between them, surely he would have already taken Astrid from the waist. Guiding her to sit on his lap.

Maybe he will.

Someday.

Even if that leads him behind bars.

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A/N: I finally finished! Gods this chapter gave me so much pain in the ass. From some reason I couldn't execute the main idea that I had, this was originally planned to be settle on the garden, but something came to me every time I try it and writer's block appeared. So I decided I have to change the scenario, and it worked better in this way. And I was also going to introduce a character to add angst, but it's pretty obvious that it didn't happen. I hope it'll be in the next one.

I pardon every horrible, and hideous mistake that you may find, grammatically and all that. Excuse me!

Thank you for borrow your time and reading my sh*it.