60 and 100 for the mash-up thingie :3
alright alright lets go!!
60: “poorly timed confession” and 100: “accidentally saving the day”
okay, so it’s a modern au. hiccup and astrid are close friends, maybe best friends, but of course they’ve got harbored feelings for each other, and over the past month or so they’ve been getting close because they’ve both been helping out at the local nursing home to get extra school credit.
they’re walking with a group of the elderly one day, safely bringing them through the very, very crowded town after being out for the day, but the whole time, hiccup and astrid’s polite and friendly conversation gets heated. they’re both irritated with each other, both convinced the other person doesn’t reciprocate their feelings, and they’re starting to lose track of what they’re doing and only focusing on nearly yelling at each other out of frustration, so close to just blurting the L word at any second
they’re at a traffic lights, about to cross and follow the group of elderly who’ve just made it to the other side, but there’s a car screech above their arguing. panicked cries in the crowd. sirens in the distance. grimmel the grisly, the notorious car thief who’s been in the news too much recently, is speeding down the road with the police on his tail, people on pavements screaming and parting ways as he swivels and crashes into whatever is in his way. and hiccup and astrid are just now crossing the road, just them and the last straggling elderly woman with a stroller (it’s gothi. just because). they’re yelling and shoving at each other, paying attention to nothing but each other, and astrid storms ahead to get to the other side. “why are you acting like this?” hiccup shouts the question as he slowly catches up to her, still in the middle of the road, still oblivious, and astrid swivels on her heel and confesses: “because i love you, you idiot!”
that’s what makes him stop, frozen with shock as he bumps backwards into gothi, and in the next few seconds he realises it: there’s a car and blaring police sirens headed right for them. he doesn’t think, his heart just jumps into his throat and prompts him to turn, grab gothi and violently shove her out of the way, away from the danger.
he’s in the papers. the boy who “saved the day”, who “jumped in front of a car for the elderly,” the hero who “sacrificed himself”, and he thinks that last one is pretty funny, because it makes him sound like hero who died for the greater good when really, it was just his leg. and as he puts down the newspaper with a roll of his eyes, he looks at the sleeping blonde head beside him, neck crooked and uncomfortable on the hard hospital bed. one of her hands is curled and resting against his arm, and as he covers her fingers with his, he thinks to himself that it wouldn’t have happened at all if it weren’t for astrid’s poorly timed confession
