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Teacher's Pet part 2

Synopsis: its the Monday after, what will the meeting involve for the Doctor and y/n?

a/n: uhm idk how sustainable my current writing rampage is. But tadah. We're writing to make ourselves happy. Set in the pov of the reader. Thank you to all who reads.

The Thursday after your meeting with Professor Smith, you felt like you didn’t even want to work. You could have sat on that bench until the evening chill came and claimed you.

Much more agreeable than one of your appointments canceling on you. You really needed the extra 150 quid.

Friday came and went. Nothing but dead air on the phones. The bookings girl was apologetic and let you have half a puff off her joint.

Such was life.

You were itching to get the weekend over. There was a footie match on, so you expected the bare minimum and weren’t let down.

Guess you were shopping at Aldi again, and figuring out how much of your savings you could really chip away at.

Monday was cold and dreary, it slapped you awake with your alarm. Your financial worries were keeping your sleep restless.

Not that you already wouldn’t have been kept up.

Your first class of the morning was somber. It wasn’t as dazzling at Professor Smith’s. The lecturer lacked chutzpah. Showmanship. Just droned on about hum-drum statistics and their relationships on graphs. You felt yourself slipping into a stupor.

By the time the class ended, you had lost most of your fingernails and had bitten a sizable swell on your tongue.

You dragged yourself into the toilets and started fixing yourself up. You were so nervous and every time you saw that man you fought the urge to drown yourself in the Avon. The man was beyond entrancing. Everything he said drew you in. And his flourishes?

Hypnotic.

You fixed your make up, glitter you had from your usual rota had built itself up in the corner of your eyes , no matter how much hard scrubbing you’d do, it would be there until it was time to get back to work on Thursday evening. You only had one class on Fridays so you could easily take two shifts.

You applied some chap stick to soothe a newly-chewed hole in your lip.

You muffled a scream into the sleeves of your jumper. You really didn’t know what was getting into you. It felt like your entire brain was sliding both downwards and to the left out of your skull. Through your ear. You were beyond close to failing this term. The term had barely started, but you knew it wasn’t going well!

And right now, you couldn’t afford to mess up.

You cursed yourself for following his order of “So long as it’s your last.” With your cigarettes. You threw away the entire, barely depleted pack into the trash can near the bus stop immediately after your meeting.

That entire ten minutes left you giddy and thrown off.

You sprayed some perfume on you and took a deep breath before trudging your way down to his office.

You knocked tentatively.

“Ah, come in (y/n)!” He announced.

His office was warm. Dynamic. He had an electric guitar perched on the wall. Overcrowded. There was so much to take it

Warm.

When so much of the university was drafty and got worse on days with bad weather. His office felt safe. Like somewhere there was an invisible fireplace roaring. It was more than comfortable. It was cozy.

You plunked your bag across the shoulder of the chair that faced the desk and started trying to drag out your notebook for his class.

He waved you down.

“No need for that, just yet.” He smiled easy. His holey sweater layered with a tee-shirt and hoodie matched it. The usual blazer he donned for lecture slung across his chair.

“How was your weekend?”

“I just worked. It was so slow.” You confessed.

“What about those appointments?”

You let out a nervous, yet angry laugh. “Oh, one canceled on me.” You tugged on your jumper. It was warm in here and you got nervous when anyone asked anything regarding work. You didn’t want anyone to know. Especially a professor at your school! What would the consequences be? The two worlds of you and your work never should meet. You tapped on your thigh.

“And yours?”

“Not much to report, just also work.”

“Ahh.” You replied. You felt awkward.

“Uhhmm, I have accommodations put in by the university for my stuff. But right now, I don’t think they’re working? And the office who deals with that is totally backed up and can’t see me right now.” You drummed on your thigh a bit more and pleaded with your eyes. You were way out of your depth. You were just hoping maybe he’d have some pity. Some empathy. His class was engaging. He talked so well about everything. It was labeled as a philosophy class, but it felt more like some advanced physics class at time. He was poetical and waned on about too many a topic.

It challenged you, and you did like that.

You went back to trying to claw your notebook out. He tenderly grabbed it out and placed it on the desk.

“Thanks!” You replied to the gesture…

He produced a plate of chocolate chip cookies out of seemingly nowhere. They seemed freshly baked.

“Since I’ll be keeping you from lunch…” He shrugged. “Hope you don’t mind. We have to go over everything.”

You took one, it was big and gooey. Delicious. Had a hint of something else in it that you couldn’t place.

“Now, love, what are we looking at?” He muttered rifling through the pages.

“Fuck if I know.” You blurted out. “Sorry for my language.” You slapped your hand across your mouth, as if to stop anymore profanity from escaping your lips.

“It’s fine, heard worse. You should hear my wife. Mouth like a sailor! She once went in for twenty minutes at some dignitaries that wouldn’t let her scarper off with an artifact!” He laughed.

The minute he mentioned a wife, something in your chest fell down deep inside your gut.

Of course he’s married! He fit the entire profile. You should have known that from a mere glance. His age, married. White collar job. This place was probably his passion. The one good outlet that stopped him from visiting other places…

You stopped yourself from putting him in a neat little box. That was for work. Not for school. You mentally shook yourself.

“She sounds a riot! What does she do?”

“Oh, she was an archeologist! And a professor! Total bad girl.” He reminisced.

The ‘was’ put that sunken feeling back in your chest.

“Your notes are amazing. Very detailed. Really appreciate the scribbles and the note of ‘if you can’t focus today-> you’re wasting £76.21 today’”. He pointed out your mathematical equation you did breaking down the cost of tuition, the fees and the exact price each class cost per day.

“Am I wrong though?” You grimaced.

“You’ve got the wrong perspective, but I can see where you’d go with that. Capitalism has ruined what should be a shaping experience for you!”

You scratched your neck and shook your head.

“Yeah.”

You both poured yourselves over the topics covered and the remarks you made about it in your ongoing scribbled in reminders to yourself about class.

You felt him leave his seat and move over to the one beside you, probably meant for another student. The way his hands (large, sinuous, seemingly decently manicured, thin and well-jointed, you noticed appreciatively.) Combed the paper and tapped on words was enthralling.

The conversation expanded. He was letting you go off and follow your own conclusions about the subjects at hand. He commented and helped you link one thought to the other. Like a well-oiled duo. The office lights warmly reflected off the steely blue eyes that seemed to glow and shimmer when you made your own conclusions that fell in line with the lesson he was trying to give one so and so day in so and so page of note. You felt yourself relax and curl into the chair, sat cross-legged.

“So that means that time isn’t effectively real It’s a construct as much as a hobby?” You reported your findings from the deep trudged corners of your mind.

“Fuck yeah!” He shouted. Echoing your sudden use of profanity earlier…

It was oddly endearing.

He caught your gaze and you saw yourself in those haunting blue eyes. There were things brewing in those eyes. His mind was working faster and more erratically than yours was. And you were the expert on racing thoughts and flying minds.

Or so you thought…

You quickly dropped your gaze.

A red, hot flush ripped through your body. It was like he stripped you bare. And not in the way so many others have seen you bare. It was like he was inside your head. He was inside you, your very soul.

You became all to aware of your body again, the sudden ricochet into personhood was oddly violating. You uncrossed your legs and tore at what remained of your one middle finger’s nail. Really gouging into the skin around it. Doing the ultimate amount of damage. The casual, open phase of this meeting had ended.

He noticed your change and smoothed himself out.

You hated that you were the catalyst for this tone shift.

“I’ve kept you too long, (y/n). Why don’t you go. I’ll email you if I can see you next Monday.”

The thing in your chest from earlier sunk deep again. Further than the last time.

You gathered your things and made your apologies with your eyes. Walking out, you noticed your middle finger was bleeding. Profusely.

The campus felt colder than ever.

You could have shot yourself.

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It’s My Party

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Chapter 10

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Just as discussed the day prior, Fishlegs, Astrid, and Hiccup took a trip to the village library, which was ancient and wind-blown. Inside the old building, were endless, towering shelves of books, and beside them were piles and stacks of more books. There was plenty of light falling in from the ornate skylights and high tower windows, showcasing the overlay of dust in the static air. There was a small, frail librarian seated behind a desk at the entrance, who appeared just about as old as the building itself. She didn’t greet them, only peered over her book, as they walked in, giving them a suspicious look before returning to reading.

The kids browsed up and down the aisles, searching for something of interest, when Astrid spotted a gorgeous silver-lined book, popping out at her amongst the other dull ones. She pulled the bright thing off the shelf and was gratefully pleased to see it was something about dragons. Everyone was fascinated by the book, they plopped down on the floor beside each other, in the middle of the aisle, to look through it.

Astrid, between the two of them, was all too aware of Hiccup’s shoulder and leg against hers. She had been longing for this contact all night and day. The lucky contact of his touch was so loud, it was screaming. Her face pooled with warmth, as they looked over maps and drawings in the book and she tried her best to distract herself by pointing out to the boys the subtle difference between two sets of dragon tracks.

After half an hour of flipping through the contents and maybe another half hour of searching for another book, the three of them decided they were bored and left.

The blinding daylight had their eyes in sudden tears, yet the clean, crisp air was more refreshing than ever after being in such a dusty, old building. The sun still hung high overhead, but Fishlegs said he had to help his dad with a fishing rod project, and Hiccup had to work at the forge, so Astrid was off to find her next activity alone.

The sky was clear and there was no sign of rain. Astrid decided she would go on a solo hunting patrol along the trail that twisted through the dense thicket surrounding Berk.

Astrid gathered some arrows and her favorite bow her father had gifted her a couple years ago. It had been carved from a willow tree and sanded down smooth and sleek. On her own, she used a pocket knife to cut a few intricate little flowers into the finish.

The young warrior set off on the steep downhill path that plunged into the dark woods. The air felt cooler and the sunlight was scattered here, unable to pierce through the full branches above. She moved quietly through the dense undergrowth, managing to avoid getting snagging on the brambles as the path narrowed.

She was used to being out here with an entire hunting party. While most of her peers were quite skilled hunters, it was much more difficult to move silently with so many people. And they would always be mumbling to each other. Now, here, alone, she was completely invisible, moving lightly on her feet like a stealthy cat. Not even a rabbit would hear her approaching.

The trail ended as the narrow tunnel of bracken broke into a massive expanse of windy plains. The tall yellow grass was a wide stretch, however most of the bright horizon was hidden behind patches of trees. The hum of rushing water was louder now and Astrid knew if she continued north, she would meet the edge of the plains, where the steep rocky cliffs overlooked a sparkling river which cut through the valley. Instead of trying to find a way down the cliffs, Astrid followed the plains decline, keeping her pace quick yet silent.

Astrid moved quietly as she entered another wooded area of undergrowth and tall trees. The shade felt nice on her hot shoulders. She could see a suntan beginning to form on her skin.

Suddenly, she heard a rustle in the bushes ahead, and instinctively, she dropped to a crouch, low to the ground. She held her bow tightly, holding her breath, watching the bushes carefully when a brown hare hopped into sight. Astrid didn’t dare move, the long blades of grass would rustle and give her away. She waited patiently. When the common breeze swept through the plains she seized the opportunity to draw her bow and aim carefully.

The hare stopped sniffing the ground and was still for a moment, its black eyes seemingly landed on her. Astrid held her breath, focusing on the prey, and then shot. Satisfaction swelled through her as the arrow pierced her target. After scooping up her kill she set off to hunt down another.

By sunset, she had caught five rabbits. Astrid proudly made her way back to the village to show off her fresh catches to Hiccup. The air was starting to cool down and her arms broke out into goosebumps. A cold shudder ran through her body in the chilling wind and she couldn’t help fantasizing about the cozy heat from the fire in the dining hall or the familiar warmth of her thick, fur blankets…or the sweet safety of Hiccup’s perfect arms around her.

Just as she turned out of the woods, a glimmer of white blonde hair caught her eye and a wave of uneasiness sank through her body. Oh no.

Cato was leaning up against a massive oak beneath the shade with his arms crossed, gazing out into the distance. Astrid froze in her tracks, hoping he hadn’t seen her yet, but it was too late. When he looked up, her heart lurched in her chest. It was as if he had been waiting for her and called over casually.

“Hey, Astrid!”

Great. She struggled not to roll her eyes. This is not something I wanted to deal with today. She approached him slowly with caution, her heart beginning to pound.

“What do you want?” Astrid sneered, unable to hide her resentment. She dropped the tied bundle of rabbits on the forest floor beside her muddy boots.

“I, er, was hoping you would want to talk,” Cato stammered, taken aback by her hostility. He glanced down at her fresh kills, his dark steel eyes revealing a glimmer of amusement.

“Why?” Astrid crossed her arms.

“Because you’re someone who I’ve considered a friend for many years,” answered Cato. These words had a strange sting to them, for some reason, however, Astrid remained cold.

“Well, you’ve been acting like a fucking jerk recently and you’re mean to my friends.” She snapped back. She had said ‘friends,’ but they both knew who she really meant.

“You’re right,” he admitted unexpectedly. “I’m not happy with myself…or with my actions…”

Astrid didn’t say anything. His aggression had grown stronger than ever over the more recent months and it had been driving her away. She found him rather annoying nowadays, unlike before, in her early teens, when she would actually look up to Cato and his skills and strength and wear herself out for his approval.

“Look, I just want it to be like old times again. Remember how much fun you and I used to have on the those all-nighter hunting patrols,” Cato smiled with nostalgia, showing his sharp white teeth and some distant memories came flooding back to her. “And every day with all the unnecessary combat training?”

When he laughed a little, Astrid actually found herself tense a little, realizing there was an urge there to laugh too. She would not lie to herself, she was fond of these memories. A part of her did miss having such a good time with Cato and the other two boys whom she had been so close with, Tom and Ramsey. They were her best friends for years. She even missed hanging out sometimes with Snotlout and Tuffnut, as obnoxious as they were. She imagined a peaceful world where everyone united in harmony and all the kids hung out together and went on hunting patrols together and shared lunch together. The grouping of social genres was so stupid, nonetheless, the root of the issue was aggressive people like Cato. He was just so jealous. Jealous of other boys talking to her or training with her when she wasn’t even his! If Cato could just accept that he will never be more than her friend, they could all start hanging out again.

“Astrid,” his voice was soft and pleading.

“I don’t know, Cato. That was a long time ago,” was all she could manage.

“You have been one of my best friends since childhood, Astrid,” she could hear the desperation wavering in his words. “Please, just let me make it up to you. I can’t lose you as a friend too. I won’t cause any more problems. And I’ll be respectful towards your little—I-I mean Hiccup Haddock.”

“That’s all that really matters,” Astrid said, for some odd reason her heart began to pound in her chest at the thought of Hiccup. “Don’t be mean to him. Don’t ever hurt him. Or I’ll seriously hurt you.”

“Okay, okay. You have my word, Astrid,” Cato said sincerely, his hand over his heart.

Astrid picked up her bundle of rabbits and gave him a somber look, before she walked away without saying anything else.

Dinnertime was loud and busy. Astrid sat with Hiccup and Fishlegs per usual, but this time Ruffnut joined them as well. Astrid was delighted to get to actually sit next to Hiccup today, her leg against his, his elbow easily brushing her arm every so often when he reached for something on the table. The miniature contact was fuzzy electric, making her skin break into goosebumps, her heart soar with bliss.

Fishlegs, as always took the spotlight and gave a detailed account of the time he fought head-on with a bear. Although he was practically yelling over the table, Astrid half listened, murmuring comments to Ruffnut here and there about Fishleg’s enthusiasm.

They all shared red wine and a plate full of roasted chicken and smoked fish on skewers.

“Do you think Snotlout is a good kisser?” Ruff asked, causing Astrid to almost choke on a piece of fish.

This even caught Hiccup’s attention, who turned his head curiously to tune into the exchange.

“What? Probably not,” Astrid said, taking a sip of wine. She followed Ruffnut's cloudy, distant gaze across the hall where it was fixed on the boy.

“No, you’re wrong,” Ruff murmured, clearly lost in her own thoughts. “I can just tell.”

“Wait, Hiccup, listen,” Fishlegs tried not to whine. “This is the best part.”

“Okay, sorry.”

“So, I’m gushing blood from my arm and stomach, but I gather all my strength and since my spear has now snapped in half, at this point, I realize that I’m going to have to use my small steel dagger to take down the bear!” Fishlegs continued, waving his arms and hands to create visuals to go with his story.

Astrid began to drown him out when Ruffnut started mumbling to her again.

“He acts so funny around me, now. I just know he wants me,” Ruff said under her breath, her gaze migrating to Astrid. “I mean who wouldn’t want me? But, I honestly didn’t suspect Snotlout would feel any type of way….”

“Ruffnut, listen, I know you guys will really like this part,” Fishlegs protested.

The girls tried to listen to his story for a few moments before Ruffnut whispered to Astrid again.

“I bet he’s a great kisser,” she was dreamily gazing off at Snotlout again. “Look at that mouth!”

“Why don’t you go find out,” Astrid challenged, lowering her voice mischievously.

“No way, not right here!”

“No, I mean, later. Like maybe tonight meet up with him or something? Go on a little patrol together?”

Ruffnut stifled her gasp with her hands but her excited squeals broke through.

“Yes, yes, yes. Good idea. Wonderful idea,” Ruffnut squeaked, giggling uncontrollably like a little girl.

Just past Fishlegs head, Astrid could see Cato had appeared at the far entrance of the dining hall. He was looking around the room when their eyes met and unexpectedly, he raised his hand and waved at her. Why was he waving at her? Was he testing to see if she’ll do it? Astrid debated it for a moment and when she slowly raised her hand and waved back, a delightful smile broke across his face. For a second, she worried he would come over here and sit with them, but he settled at his usual table, in the spot next to Ramsey, the black-haired, blue-eyed boy, whom Astrid was best friends with at one point.

“Wow. Are you guys cool, now?” Ruff inquired, who had been paying close attention.

Astrid merely shrugged her shoulders. She wouldn’t call them friends or anything. When she glanced at Hiccup, he was fixed right on her, a very subtle hint of distaste crossing his face. It was apparent that he had noticed this exchange between her and Cato, as well.

Astrid could sense that this made him feel uneasy, however, neither of them spoke of it. Fishlegs continued to list off the different species of snakes that were present in Berk, but Astrid was lost in her own thoughts. Maybe she shouldn’t have waved at Cato. She didn’t want to give off the impression that they were friends. And she certainly didn’t want Hiccup to think there was anything going on between the two of them.

The moment dinner was over, everyone split off on their own separate ways.

“See you guys tomorrow,” said Fishlegs, before heading out of the hall.

“I’ll let you know if I end up meeting up with Snotlout,” said Ruffnut. Behind her, Astrid could see Hiccup beginning to walk away toward the exit, a sense of dread filled her stomach. He hadn’t said a word to her since she greeted Cato. She was terribly worried he was upset with her.

“I’ll tell you everything that happens if anything happens!” Ruffnut exclaimed. Astrid could not get excited with her friend this time, the feeling of worry was sapping all of her attention.

“Okay, see you,” Astrid murmured and pushed past Ruffnut to follow Hiccup, but he was nowhere in sight.

Astrid left the dining hall, pushing through the crowd of villagers that had just shared dinner. She descended the stone steps in the cool twilight and peered around in all directions for Hiccup.

In a short distance, she could see his tiny figure in the direction of his house, disappearing down the village trail into the fog.

“Hiccup!” Astrid called after him. When he didn’t turn around, her heart swelled horribly and she broke out into a light jog after him.

“Hiccup, wait up,” she panted, slowing her pace as she finally caught up with him. “Hey.”

“Hey,” his cool eyes met hers briefly, and Astrid felt a small wash of relief, but he did not smile.

“What’s going on?” She demanded, searching his expression for any answers, but he seemed mellow as always. “What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?”

“You didn’t say goodbye, or even wait. We always walk together.”

“Well, er, yes, I’m sorry,” Hiccup replied.

Astrid couldn’t help thinking she would get nowhere with this if she didn’t just say something now.

“Are you annoyed that I waved hello to Cato?” Astrid stopped to try to seriously talk for a second, but Hiccup kept walking.

“Please, talk to me for a moment,” she begged and realized she sounded like Cato, herself.

“Fine. Yes. I didn’t like it,” he admitted shortly. “I didn’t realize you were friends.”

She was taken aback by his jumpy conclusion.

“We are not friends! But we decided not to be enemies either. There’s really no reason for hate. We just reached a common ground, that’s all.”

He scoffed at these protests.

“Did you guys hang out or something and sort out all your differences?” Hiccup sounded annoyed. Astrid felt her heart sinking, he had never shown any kind of negative emotion in front of her before. It was making her feel funny.

“No, we didn’t hang out,” Astrid insisted, her heart pulsing in her throat. “He found me by the forest after I went out hunting. To talk.”

Hiccup scowled with jealousy at the mention of Cato and her talking alone in the woods.

“Yep and that’s when you got together to reconcile and sing Kumbaya,” he muttered sarcastically, casting his gaze to the ground.

It wouldn’t take a genius to know Hiccup didn’t like her being around Cato. It made him jealous and irritable. Why wouldn’t it, after all the hostility the two had been through with Cato up until now? She could easily understand why Hiccup would be confused and even pissed off with Astrid’s sudden peaceful interaction with someone who had they deemed an enemy for quite some time now.

Although he wasn’t her boyfriend yet, she could tell how badly he wanted to ask her to avoid Cato. She didn’t blame him, Cato was aggressive and rude and it was obvious he was in love with her. And although Hiccup saw this other boy as such a threat, Astrid knew he really wasn’t. At the end of the day, all that mattered is who she wanted to be with, right?

“Please, Hiccup, stop,” Astrid suddenly said, out of nowhere, grabbing his hand to prevent him from walking on, stopping them by a gnarled, shaded tree. He didn’t resist, but he sighed and turned to her, a glint of irritation in his usually refreshing green eyes.

“Please, don’t worry,” she reassured weakly.

This was not enough for him. He continued to glare at her silently. His cheeks had gone red as of his frustration had physically heated him or maybe it was the wine they had at dinner. Astrid felt a pang of guilt for thinking he looked so cute right now.

“How can I not worry?” He snapped. “I don’t trust that scumbag’s intentions. Even Fishlegs said it himself—he’s obsessed with you.”

She couldn’t deny this. However, she could handle herself. Cato’s always thrown himself at her and she easily told him off every time.

“That’s true, but, at this point, he knows that he’ll never have me!”

“Does he?” Hiccup retorted sharply. “Do you actually think he’s made peace with that, he just accepts he has no chance?”

“I don’t know,” Astrid admitted. Her brain felt fuzzy from all this uncertainty and tension.

For a moment, she tried to imagine if the roles were reversed, and some relentless girl was in love with Hiccup, following him around, trying to talk to him alone, lashing out at everyone who tried to get close with him. Her stomach lurched dreadfully. Oh, she would hate that!

“I’m sorry, baby,” she suddenly felt these strange words tumbling out of her mouth and watched how his eyes seemed to light up as if coming back to life. The wine must be making her bold. Her heart slammed against her chest as she grabbed both of his hands now, stepping closer, so their faces were inches apart and she held his bewildered gaze. “Listen, I’ll stay away from him, okay?”

“Okay,” he murmured contently, an uncertain little smile finally unraveling over his mouth.

She leaned forward to close the distance between their faces, kissing him affectionately. She let her fingers climb up the back of his neck to play in the softness of his copper flips. Gods, how she had missed this feeling. She pushed him up against the nearby tree and kissed him hard, letting the front of her body press against his tauntingly.

They stopped kissing, their close breaths mingling as Hiccup complained, “Astrid, we’re like right in the open.”

“You’re right,” she whispered and kissed him once more. She tasted him this time, fancying his flavor and the way his tongue moved over hers.

“Oooh, what do we have here? Lucky Hiccup’s getting some action!” A familiar and annoying voice hollering a short distance away from them, right on time.

Astrid turned to see Snotlout sniggering on the hill just behind them with Tuffnut, who looked at them curiously.

“Something that you’ll never have!” Astrid called back sourly, then snatched Hiccup’s hand to yank him away from the scene.

“Let’s go to my house,” she suggested, changing directions, and leading them toward her end of the village. “I can sneak you in through my bedroom window. We just have to be really quiet.”

Hiccup laughed nervously at this. “Okay. Er, what will we do?”

“Oh, you know. Stuff.” She shrugged casually but then turned around to give him a telling smirk.

Hiccup raised his eyebrows in response, but said nothing. After a few moments of following her in silence, he piped up.

“Hey. It would be far less trouble to go to my house. My dad won’t care at all if I have any, uh, company over.”

Astrid considered this for a moment. She slowed down to walk beside him, still holding his hand. “He won’t care at all? Even if we go to your room and shut the door?”

“He won’t bother us,” Hiccup confirmed, his face blushing red at her words. “If anything, he’ll tell me ‘good job.’”

“Well, okay. As long as he doesn’t go tattle to my parents.”

They shifted directions again and set off towards the chief’s house, which was a distinctly large, dark silhouette on the breezy hilltop, overlooking the village.

The quiet earth bathed in moonlight, giving the pale, tall grass a silver illusion and as they picked their way, suddenly a loud, cool wind swept over the plains, teasing the long, parched blades.

When they reached Hiccup’s front doorstep, the torches outside were beginning to extinguish. Before following him inside, Astrid cast a glance over her shoulder at the village below. She had never realized how tall the chief’s hill was until she stood at the top of it and looked down. Even though it was nighttime now, it was still early enough for lots of people to be out, moving around below, working, and interacting. They almost looked like little rats. She noticed one bigger figure standing still, by the vegetable stall, facing her direction. It was almost too dark to make out the details. Who’s that? Is that Cato? He was just staring up the hill at her and there was something ominous about it.

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