The cove went quiet for a moment. Hiccup stared into his own, alarmed eyes. He tried not to focus on the pull of fabric across his chest—tight in a way he’d never experienced before. Or the weight around his hips. All of it, unfamiliar.
His mind wandered to how unattractive that lip hair was getting before it jumped back to the problem at hand.
“Gothi!” Astrid gasped, using his own mouth. “She can… she’ll know!”
Hiccup sighed—then stopped. Fabric against new chest. Tight. Rubbing. Weird.
"Right," he agreed, trying not to breath with the words. "She’ll know… well, something, right?”
Astrid nodded. “She’s got to.”
Her voice—his—was breathy with optimism. Hiccup gave her a cautious smile.
"Alright! Let’s get try and get to her house without raising anyone’s suspicions. I think we can make it through the village acting like each other—"
"Hiccup wait!" Hiccup stopped at the sound of his own voice. Happily. Walking in Astrid’s body was… disturbing.
He turned.
"I… can you help?” Astrid asked. She took a step forward and her half-leg shook as her weight went over it. Hiccup winced. That would slow them down.
"Yeah! Yeah…sure." He rushed to her side and threw an arm around her waist—his own waist. ”Sorry about this.”
"Don’t apologize,” she muttered. “If you can adapt, I can too. Just give me minute…”
It was odd hearing the gruff tone from his throat. Hiccup wondered if he always smelled like that. It wasn’t unpleasant… but was it not unpleasant to everyone or only Astrid?
Astrid slowed and considered the top of her own head.
Would fem!cup still have her dragon dolly as a child (the one made by her mum in Breakneck Bog) or would she still be scared of it and toss it into the ocean?
You know, something tells me fem!Hiccup would be a little tougher than boy!Hiccup ;)
I still have my dark belief that Stoick only thinks Hiccup threw it away out of fear, and that Hiccup was honestly angry at his mother for not coming home. If that's the case then yeah, that doll is out of here.
