I know Violet already did this one, but I had the prompt halfway written when she posted it, so you guys will just have to put up with two versions. Hahaha
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Hiccup hurried into the studio that morning. Exhaustion was clear on his face as he took a seat nearby his manager. “Sorry I’m so late, I couldn’t sleep last night and…ah, whatever.”
The director approached from the side and held out his hand. “Hiccup Haddock, it’s such a pleasure to finally meet you! I’m Marco Fletcher, but please, just call me Mulch.”
The musician laughed. “Mulch, huh? It’s nice to meet you too.” He grinned, I’m going to be honest with you, I’m kind of nervous. This song is really personal to me, and I’m apprehensive for it to be a music video.”
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Previously, Imagine Hiccstrid. We have changed the URL to Hiccstrid-Hub. Due to the new mods we are trying to instigate, we have created a new main blog. This will be the admin, but we will be posting from our new group blog here!
Things are still under construction, but we will try to post from there from here on out!
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"No," Hiccup says, shaking his head firmly. "Guys, I'm sick of this. I'm sick of shallow music videos with us making out with hot girls and partying at night and singing about dancing all night and 'girl, you look so fine.' I want our videos to have depth, have meaning, make people think about their lives, or at least give people a four-minute break from their lives. We get SO MANY views, which means we have the chance to touch so many hearts. Don't you want to make a difference instead of the typical boy band party videos?"
Tuffnut, Snotlout, and Fishlegs sit opposite of the diner table and stare at him blankly.
"You lost me at 'no'," Tuffnut admits. "'No' as in 'not yes' and 'not yes' as in 'you're against this idea'."
"Guys," Hiccup pleads and looks to Fishlegs for help. The husky blonde shrugs.
"Okay, well, if we're all done listening to Hiccup's hippie speeches, I think we have a music video to film," Snotlout says, rising from his seat.
"But -"
"No buts, unless it's yours to the studio so we can start shooting."
Tuffnut giggles immaturely. "You said 'butt.'"
The boys titter as they make their way out the door.
Hiccup is so disappointed in his fellow band-mates.
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"You have three options," Snotlout says, holding up only two fingers. (Hiccup is too sick of arguing to point this out.) "You can either be in the middle of the party with a girl, sneaking out with a girl, singing onstage to a girl, or in front of a green-screen with a girl and later be in the coolest CGI party of your entire life!"
"Why are we CGI-ing a party if we already have a fake one?" Hiccup asks.
"Because CGI is awesome."
"I want to sneak out!" Tuffnut says, raising his hand eagerly.
"And I'm the life of the party," Snotlout says and jabs himself with his thumb.
"I guess I'll be on green-screen duty," Hiccup says tiredly. That sounds like it takes the least amount of effort.
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His love interest for the video turns out to be a stunning girl with long blond bangs and intense blue eyes. Hiccup really doesn't want to think too much about this shallow video, but this is going to be harder than he thought.
"Hey," she says to him. "I'm Astrid."
He holds out his hand. "I'm Hiccup."
She shakes his hand with her small, warm, soft one and cracks a little smile. "I know."
Oh. Right. Duh. Hiccup clears his throat. "Right, sorry."
"Your job for this video is simple," the director says into his megaphone. "Hiccup, you lip-sync and dance with Astrid. At the end, you pull her into a kiss."
He blushes straight down to his green collar. "Excuse me?"
"Yes, you have to kiss." The director sinks into his jet-black chair and heaves a sigh. "Snotlout and Tuffnut said you'd put up a fight."
"But I'm not - I don't -"
"ACTION."
Hiccup picks up on his part in the song and awkwardly starts twirling Astrid. She's thin and light, but her aura radiates strength and he can't believe how intimidating she can be by just standing here. A fake smile is plastered to her face, and his nerves spike up every passing second of the song.
The song draws near its end.
Taking a deep breath, Hiccup pulls Astrid in by the hand. He hesitates, and her fake smile falters.
"Just do it," she says through clenched teeth. She doesn't seem too happy about it either, but neither of them have a choice.
Hiccup timidly leans forward and presses his lips to hers. Her lips lock around his bottom one, and Hiccup's heartbeat accelerates, his blood roaring in his ears. Time seems to stop, the one note of the song they kiss on going on forever.
Finally, the director yells, "CUT!" and Hiccup and Astrid depart.
His lips burn with the memory of hers, and he's pretty sure he's blushing like an idiot.
"Not bad," the director says, nodding his head. "Take five and we'll do it again."
Great. Hiccup looks over at Astrid. "So, uh ... that happened."
She punches his shoulder. "Your song is stupid. I'll get you some coffee."
And when she hands him his drink, he notices she's written her number on the lid.
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I think I already did the cave scene? I think? I'll do the beach scene because I haven't done that one yet.
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Astrid sits with her legs curled to her chest. She stares out at the sparkling ocean. Everything seems so serene, and she wishes she could pretend she's back in District Berk with nothing but the forest and the birds by her side, no Capitol, no Games, no President Drago, just nature and stillness and a life uncontrolled, untouched by the claws of the Capitol.
Someone sits by her. She glances over to see it's Hiccup.
He says nothing, thankfully, and absently doodles a dragon in the sand with his fingertip. He loves dragons. He always has. He's even managed to train one of the dragons that attacked them yesterday, and now he lets it curl up against him as he draws.
That's pretty rebellious of him, Astrid thinks as she watches him scratch the dragon's midnight-black scales. He took a creature meant for death and despair and made it his friend. Suddenly, she has a little more respect for the boy.
Okay, maybe a lot more. These past few months, she's grown fond of Hiccup. His soft ways used to horrify her. How could something so gentle and sweet survive in the harsh, bitter Games? But now she relies on his sweetness, his softness, his nurturing love. It draws her away from her hatred of the Capitol. It slowly reels her heart out of its darkness and anger. It keeps her from becoming like Ruffnut, so bitter and angry with no one left. In all honesty, Astrid thinks she'd be a lot worse if she didn't have Hiccup with her.
Hiccup's dragon stands up and dives into the ocean. They both watch as it swims down and pops back up with a silver fish clenched between its teeth.
"Good boy," Hiccup says and rubs the dragon's now-wet nose.
"President Drago's not going to like this," Astrid warns him.
"Like I care. What harm could a little dragon do?"
"Little? Hiccup, it's big enough for you to ride on its back. And it can do a lot of harm, like killing everyone in this Arena."
"Toothless isn't going to kill anyone. Right, boy?"
The dragon nods like it can understand them.
"Toothless?" Astrid echoes.
"Yeah." Hiccup grins at her.
Smiling, she shakes her head. Only Hiccup would give such a cozy pet name to such a cold creature.
He looks at her. "What are you doing sitting all by yourself? Eret says we can trust Ruffnut. After all, she did save Gothi for you. Poor thing's a little spooked now, though."
"I was just thinking," Astrid says and presses her chin into her forearms.
"About?"
She can't mention the forest. If the microphones pick up and alert the world that she's been hunting in a forbidden forest, she'll endanger her whole family.
Astrid's chest stings at the mention of family. So she chooses them as a topic instead. It fits with her persona of being a family person. "I miss my family."
Hiccup nods. She suddenly feels bad because his family hates him. They don't understand him. And she's rubbing salt in a wound, isn't she?
Toothless drags his tail through the sand, mimicking the way Hiccup is doodling. Hiccup smiles a little. "You'll see them soon."
As if. She'd already made Gobber promise he'd help Hiccup instead of her. "No."
"They need you, Astrid. You have to be the Victor. You have to win this. For them."
"But what about you?" Astrid hates thinking about Hiccup dying. If he dies, the Capitol wins. She'll be at a loss. The only refuge she has from all this evil will be gone. He'll be gone. She adds, "What about your family?"
He gives a little laugh through his nose. "They don't need me."
She's about to argue, but she bites her tongue. He's right. They don't.
"Nobody needs me."
"But I do," Astrid blurts. "I need you, Hiccup."
His hand finds its way to meet hers. They squeeze each other's hands and Astrid can't believe she told him that. But she does. She needs him. She knows that now. She can't do this without him. She can't live if he's dead, and she won't let him die so she can live. She absolutely refuses.
Hiccup begins to lean forward. Impulse seizes Astrid and she leans in to meet his lips halfway.
And then something new happens.
She's kissed him hundreds of times before. These cool, soft lips are familiar when they're up against hers. Only this time she feels something spark in her chest. Something warm, something nice, something fluttery. Something hungry. She knows hungry better than most, but this kind of hunger is more of an intoxicated one. Suddenly, Astrid doesn't remember all those cold kisses, the ones they did for the sake of their survival. Now her senses light up and he's the one who pulls away.
Behind them, Ruffnut gags. "All right, cut it out. We have work to do."
Astrid stares helplessly at Hiccup as he stands up.
"Let's go," he says, giving her a half-smile. Toothless follows him as he walks back to the others.
Astrid slowly rises to her feet. "Hiccup ..."
He looks over his shoulder at her. "Yeah?"
A breeze makes her hair float and the sunset frames his outline in a way that makes her stomach turn. Disgusting.
Astrid battles the hunger rising in her chest, the urge to kiss him again. "Um, thanks."
The corner of his mouth pokes upward. "For what?"
She blushes. Oops. "Sitting with me?"
The other corner turns up and he gives her a full smile. "Anytime."
He resumes his walking, Toothless bouncing beside him, and Astrid watches him go.
Now I need more Amnesia! Astrid! You guys are gonna kill me with these!
I'm going to take that as a compliment, anon. :)
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She knows him.
The thought beats through her mind over and over, each time faster than the first. I know him. I know him. I know him, I knowhim, IknowhimIknowhimIknowhim.
Somewhere, somehow, she's seen that boy before, and deep down inside she feels like she's known him most of her life.
"Stop!" Astrid yells at the anxious voice drumming through her brain. She flings herself stomach-first on her bed and buries her face in her pillow. Maybe if she buries it deep enough, all her problems will disappear.
Her chest heaves and she suddenly realizes she's crying. Why am I crying?
Astrid sits up and wipes her eyes. Yep, these are tears. But why? Why does she feel like she's so glad to see Hiccup's okay, and why does she feel so bad for ... something?
Wait ... I just referred to him as Hiccup.
Something's wrong. Maybe she's going crazy.
She grabs her cell phone and tries to distract herself with pictures of her friends on Instagram, only to find she doesn't recognize any of these people. Maybe she really is losing her mind.
Astrid clicks on her own profile and ...
Hiccup. She'd taken several pictures with this boy, and in some of them he's kissing her cheek. He's with her in her own profile picture.
She drops her phone in surprise and scrambles backwards. No way. This can't be happening. There's no way she wouldn't be able to remember her own boyfriend.
Unless what Hiccup said was true, and she really had lost her memory in that snowmobile accident.
Taking a deep breath, Astrid picks her phone up again. I'm Astrid Hofferson. I'm fearless. And I am going to get to the bottom of this if it's the last thing I do.
Just before she clicks on her contacts, Astrid stares at the picture of her and Hiccup. His lips are pressed against her cheek, and she's grinning, her arms outstretched because she's the one taking the picture. She looks so happy. He looks happy, too. They're almost giddy, and she doesn't remember a single person who could bring out the secret dork in her. But this boy - this skinny young man with a name like Hiccup - apparently can.
I want to be that happy again.
Her finger taps her contact book.
The first contact is Ty, who she definitely doesn't remember. Mom, remembers. Dad, remembers. And then Hiccup, who she wishes she could remember.
The first contact is Bertha the Evil Math Teacher, who she doesn't remember but safely assumes is an unpleasant teacher. Wait ... she's in school?
Next contact is Daddy, who she remembers for the most part. There are traces of things she doesn't remember, like when his birthday is or what color his eyes are or even what his real name is.
The next one is Hiccup, followed by a heart emoji. Had she really written that? It seemed rather ... soft.
Astrid clicks on Hiccup's profile. His number is right there, and her last text message to him was "see you at the slopes!" Was that before her crash? She scrolls through their old messages. Luckily, they're not one of those sappy, we're-so-in-love couples. Their conversations consist of banter, teasing, and occasionally a deep conversation. Hiccup seems sweet. A little dorky, a little unsure of who he is, but she had loved him, Astrid knows it just by their messages.
Her finger hovers over the green phone icon. She could call him. Right now, she could tap on that button and talk to him.
But it's not right, because she doesn't remember and he does and it isn't fair to either of them.
Her finger drops and exits out of his contact page. She doesn't need more confusion. She needs answers.
So Astrid looks up the hospital's number and calls them instead.
"Hello?" a light voice chirps.
"Hello? Is this the Berk Urgent Care Hospital?"
"Yes, it is."
"I'm Astrid Hofferson. And ... I can't remember anything."
The door was unlocked, and he was so thankful for it. Carefully, Hiccup slunk into the dark apartment and looked around. Astrid was either gone or sleep. Maybe he would just leave a note.
"No! Stormfly!" He whispered harshly. "Quiet!"
The bedroom door swung open and he heard the click of a gun.
"Who’s there?!" Astrid demanded.
"I-It’s me Astrid…" He whimpered slightly.
The blonde saw him in the moonlight and nearly dropped her weapon. She ran and threw her arms around him. But then she stopped, and looked over him. “What’s going on? The government is saying something about an experiment…”
"I know. I…I created something in the lab. They want to kill him, but I can’t let that happen. He’s only bad when he’s provoked."
"Hiccup, what are you talking about?"
He shook his head. “Look, I made a dragon. He’s in my van right now. We’re on our way to Canada, to live the rest of our lives in the frozen tundra. And I was just coming to say goodbye.”
"Like hell you are!" She screamed, almost tackling him. "Anywhere you go, I’m coming with you."
"But, you have a home, a family, a job…you can’t give that up!"
"Hiccup, I think that’s my decision to make. Now, give me five minutes to pack my bags and call my boss. If we’re still in the US tomorrow at 9, I’d like to make a withdrawal from the bank." All this, she spoke with serious practicality.
"Astrid, this isn’t like a vacation…I’m not coming back!"
She mean his stare. “I know.” Then she went into the bedroom and started getting dressed. He stood right outside the door. “You’re a hopeless case, you know. I worry about you too much. You need someone to take care of you.”
"I’ll be fine Astrid! Really!"
"How much are you going to miss me?" She asked, standing in front of him with her arms in her sleeves.
"Too much." He answered honestly.
"That’s what I thought." She finished putting on her shirt and stood on her tip-toes. "I always wanted to elope."
Hiccup’s eyes bugged out for only a moment, before they closed from a searing kiss.
"Wow, this is a GREAT rescue," Princess Astrid says, crossing her arms. "Just, honestly, this is amazing. You TOTALLY had a plan, right? It would be so stupid if you didn’t."
Hiccup struggles to shoot down the snowy-white stormtroopers. This job would be a lot easier if she wasn’t so darn sarcastic all the time. “You know, you’re not really helping.”
"Give me the gun."
"No!"
"Give me the gun!"
"Fine!" Hiccup hands it over. "But I don’t -"
Astrid yanks the trigger and takes out a row of stormtroopers with a single red laser. “You were saying?”
He doesn’t want to be impressed, but he is. “Not bad. Now let’s go find my ship, the Toothless, and get out of here.”
I'm not saying that you should write something Hiccstrid based off of Up All Night by Owl City, but you should write something Hiccstrid based off of Up All Night by Owl City.
Heck yeah.
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You were my clarity, I swearAlone in a daydreamYeah there was magic in the airAnd you were right here beside meHeld down like an angel with no wingsI wanna fly againI just can't get you off my mindAnd now I'm gonna be up all nightWhoa oh oh oh
Hiccup can't sleep. Can't think. Can't breathe. Can't move. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do. He lost her. The words tangle and spin through his mind until they're spiky and painful and his chest is caving in.
I lost her.
She was his clarity, his anchor, his motivation, and he let her go. No matter how many times he tries to fight off the memories, the daydreams, he can't.
He can't.
A bad temper, a terrible day, a stupid mistake, all these things conspired against him, and now, when he lies on his back and stares up at the ceiling, he wonders who had it out for him, who wants to ruin his life, because whoever does succeeded and he's destroyed.
Hiccup rolls onto his side and pulls his blanket over his head. All he wants to do is fly again, be okay again, but he can't stop obsessing over everything he'd accidentally done to lose her.
Nobody will listen. Toothless isn't here. He has no one to talk to.
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May I ask for a drabble involving Astrid and a light case of morning sickness? (P.S. your drabbles are awesome!)
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(Warning: involves vomit. Obviously.)
Hiccup wakes to hear Astrid groaning quietly from his side. He rolls around to see her pressing a hand to her mouth, her forehead crinkled in concern.
"What’s wrong?" he asks sleepily.
Mute, she shakes her head.
"Cool. Thanks for telling me." He closes his eyes and pulls his blanket over his shoulder. Gosh, it’s cold out.
A moment passes, and Astrid makes a muffled panicked noise.
He opens one eye. “What is it?”
Her cheeks bulge a little bit. “Mm-eel mm-I’mmm up,” she says, her voice muffled by her hand.
"What?"
“Mmmm-eel mm-I’mmmm up,” she insists.
"Oh. Well. That makes sense. Thanks."
Her free hand curls into a fist and lightly punches his chest. He winces, but doesn’t complain because, let’s be honest, he probably deserves it.
Astrid makes a muffled strangled noise and leaps to her feet. She runs to the bathroom, which is to the side of their master bedroom, and -
Oh, gross. She’s throwing up.
He is torn between going over and seeing if she was okay and muffling the sounds with his pillow, but eventually he decides Astrid’s well-being is above his needs. So he kicks off his warm blankets and, rubbing his eyes, goes over to the bathroom.
Astrid vomits hard and then looks up at him. “What … is … happening?”
"Food poisoning?" He guesses. "Stomach flu? Seasickness?"
"Seasick -" Astrid hunches over the toilet and throws up again.
He winces. “Just trying to lighten the mood.”
"Can you get me that blue box from the cabinet?" she asks, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Hiccup does as she asks. He reads the label before handing it to her. “Wait, a pregnancy test? Astrid, are you -“
"We’ll see," she says, ripping the top of the box off. "Now go away."
Worried for her, he doesn’t move.
"Fine, then you can stay and watch me pee."
He blushes and returns to their bed, which has lost its warmth from being exposed to the cold so long. His mind isn’t on the bed, though; it’s on his wife.
A few minutes pass and he’s already chewed off most of his fingernails. The bathroom door swings open, and a white-faced Astrid stands in the doorway.
Hiccup bolts upright. “Well?”
She holds up the white plastic test. “Uh …”
He squints to read it. “What’s it say?”
"Hiccup," Astrid squeaks, either terrified or excited or some strange mix of the two.
Astrid looks up from her book to see a tall (and good-looking) young man standing in her living room.
She raises an eyebrow. One of Dad's friends, maybe?
"Astrid!" The young man's face lights up at the sight of her. Before she can react, he surges forward and hugs her tightly. He smells good, like smoke and forest, like cinders and trees, and maybe he worked at Gobber's forge or something.
But he's touching her, and she doesn't like it one bit. Immediately, Astrid grabs his hand, wrenches his arm back, and slams his chest against the ground.
"OW!" the young man yelps. "Astrid, what the -"
"Who are you?" she demands. "How did you get into my house?"
"Your dad let me in! I - ow, ow, ow, you're going to dislocate my shoulder." His eyes scrunch up in pain.
"Good. Now tell me who you are!"
"Is this some kind of joke?" He opens one eye to look at her.
"You tell me."
"It's me, Astrid!"
She grips the soft green cotton of his sweatshirt and twists his arm just a little more. "I don't know you," she says through clenched teeth.
"I'm Hiccup!"
She snorts. "What kind of name is Hiccup? That's what we name the runt sheep."
He doesn't seem as amused. "Yeah. I know. But how can you not recognize me? I'm your boyfriend."
Astrid gives a disbelieving laugh. "What? No. No, you're wrong. I don't have a boyfriend."
Horror fills his face, enough for Astrid to feel a twinge of worry in her chest. "What do you mean you don't have a boyfriend? Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong? Oh-no, is this your way of breaking up with me?"
"No. I honestly do not have a boyfriend. And I've never seen you before." She'd remember if she had.
"The snowmobile accident ..." he whispers in horror. "They told me you hurt your head. They didn't say how hard."
"What are you on about?" she demands.
"Astrid ... who's my best friend?"
"How am I supposed to know? I've never met you before!"
"Toothless. His name is Toothless."
"Now you're just making these names up."
"No, really! Do you remember Tuffnut? Ruffnut? Fishlegs? Snotlout? Gobber? Anyone?"
She shakes her head. Maybe he's hallucinating or sleepwalking or something. "I have no idea who you are talking about."
"What about your brother Tyler?"
Astrid laughs bitterly. "I don't have a brother." She's bitter. Why is she bitter? What about her brother makes her bitter?
"Are you disowning him because you guys got in a fight? It was half my fault, anyways." Hiccup rubs the back of his neck. "Then you got mad and went to ride your snowmobile and your parents called and said you were in an accident and -"
Astrid clenches her fists. "You must have me mistaken for someone else. I wasn't in an accident. I don't have a brother. And I definitely do not have a boyfriend."
Then she escorts him to the door. (And by "escort" she means "dragged.")
"You have to hear me out!" Burp or Belch or Toothy or whatever his name is cries as he stumbles out onto the snowy porch.
"No! You're totally crazy! I didn't get in a fight! I don't have a brother! I don't have a snowmobile. And I most certainly do not have a boyfriend."
Then she slams the door in his face, but not before seeing his crushed expression.
