Rule 1: Always post the rules
Rule 2: Answer all the questions the person who tagged you asked and then write 11 new ones
Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to the post
Rule 4: Actually tell them you tagged them.
1.) What’s your favorite color?
Maroon or black.
2.) Sandals or boots?
Boots. I love me some Dr. Martens.
3.) You can only wear one color for the rest of your life. Which color do you pick?
Black.
4.) If you had to eat only one food for the rest of your life, what food would you choose?
Ummmmm. Nutella.
5.) Open you favorite media-player, what’s the first song that plays?
Animal by Kesha
6.)Tell us a cheesy joke.
Q: How do crazy people go through the forest?
A: They take the psycho path.
7.) Would you rather only be able to read for the rest of your life or watch television?
I can’t choose. :(
8.) Would you rather live by the beach or in the mountains?
Beach
9.) Coffee or tea?
Tea. Always tea.
10.) Have you ever cried during a film?
Uh, yeah.
11.) Would you rather have permanent winter or summer?
Swinter?
How’s your day going? Favorite band? Be my friend? :3 Black or Pink? Smog or Slush? Do you want to share your fears with the group? Big feet or little hands? Alternative or Pop? Favorite country? Electric or acoustic? Do you like fish?
R U L E S:
Must always post rules
Answer the 11 questions given to you
Create new 11 new questions
Tag 11 people
Let them know that they have been tagged
Do you miss someone at the moment? If yes, who? I don’t think anyone at the moment.
What colour do you wear the most? Probably black.
Do you have any tattoos? No but I really want to get some.
What colour are your eyes? Like brownish hazel.
What’s you most valuable possession? Nothing really.
Cats or dogs? Neither. Not an animal person.
Books or movies? Um both?
What’s your favourite food? Bacon
What does your room look like? A mess.
What’s your native language? Do you speak any other languages? English, and I speak Spanish and Sign Language.
Do you talk to yourself often? All the time.
My questions:
Favorite color?
Favorite country?
How many languages do you speak?
Cumberbatch or Hiddleston?
Last person that talked to you?
Is Luke your father?
Favorite street artist?
Relationship advice for anyone?
Place you’d like to live?
Favorite myth?
Favorite ’90s band?
Rule 1 - Always post the rules.
Rule 2 - Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones.
Rule 3 - Tag 11 people and link them to the post
Rule 4 - Tell them you tagged them
1. Your favourite clothing store: Probably Hot Topic
2. do you like fastfood: Uh yah.
3. whats your star sign: I have no idea
4. if you could live in any fictional world where would you choose to live: Either the Percy Jackson world, Harry Potter world, or Doctor Who.
5. favourite book series: That’s an unfair question on my part
6. do you like maths: Some. It all depends on the kind.
7. can you play any instrument: I can play some violin
8. coke or pepsi: Both?
9. have you got a favourite perfume: I don’t really wear perfume.
10. UK or USA: Probably the Uk, as long as it’s like TV shows it to be.
11. favourite comedy movies: The Other Guys, Bridesmaids, and Idiocracy.
Questions For Y’all:
1: How long have you been on tumblr?
2: Favorite TV series?
3: Favorite Band?
4: Favorite Colour?
5: Where do you want to travel to the most?
6: Who would be your fictional boyfriend/girlfriend if you could choose one?
7: Are you single?
8: Do you like Anime?
9: Comics?
10: do you love to read?
11: Would you be my friend???
I can't tag more than seven sorry! :( I also have no idea how to link stuff so, we'll have to figure this out together.
((Thank you… though this sounds more like a one-shot given how involved it is, and I’m not taking requests at the moment—I usually announce when I am—so I did a baby drabble :3))
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"Oh… oh gods…" Hiccup uttered.
Astrid held the cloth leggings—dyed a familiar dark brown—in a pinched grip. They dangled between the two of them like a flag of war. Everything went quiet.
”I see,” she said. She turned on her heel and exited the forge.
Hiccup stumbled after her.
"Hold on! I—I’m sure she just… she must have left them here when she came to visit? I don’t know how they—"
"How often does she visit, Hiccup?” Astrid snapped without slowing. She stormed across the Henderrick’s pastures in the shortest, most direct path to the Apothecary, recently built in the last year for their young alchemist.
The modest hut appeared after they swung around the Gardison’s house. Astrid picked up speed. Hiccup struggled to keep up with the brisk pace.
“Astrid! Astrid—w-wait! I don’t know how those got there, I swear!"
Ignoring the pleas behind her, Astrid shoved the door aside without so much as a knock.
"Heather!"
From over Astrid's shoulder, Hiccup could just see Heather drop a mortar in her shock. He followed after, bewildered. He knew Astrid had jealousy issues on occasion, but this was way out of line—particularly since they weren’t official or anything.
Granted, finding another girl’s leggings in his workplace certainly didn’t look good no matter what they had going between them...
Heather’s eyes were wide.
"A-Astrid? Hiccup? What are you—?"
Astrid held up the leggings and Hiccup didn’t need to see her face to know she had that signature, thunderous curve to her brow.
Heather immediately stopped talking.
"What were these doing in the forge?” Astrid asked with a cold calm.
Heather said nothing. She stared at the clothing. Her face remained blank as her eyes slid over to Astrid. Then to Hiccup. Then back to Astrid. Then to the leggings.
She tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear and cleared her throat.
"Um… Astrid…"
Clearly, Astrid had no patience for the demure way she spoke.
"Speak," she ordered. "Quick.”
Hiccup stepped forward. “Astrid—I swear to you, I have no idea how—”
"Shut up, Hiccup!"
"Astrid!" Heather snapped reproachfully.
"Defending him now?" Astrid hissed. She shook the leggings. "These are yours. I know they are!”
Heather pursed her lips together. Anger sparked in her eyes, switching between Astrid and the clothing held in her hands.
"Yes, they’re mine—"
"And how did they end up in the forge? Hmmm?”
Heather mumbled something. Her gaze lowered.
"What was that?" Astrid prompted.
“You did it.” Heather hissed. She could no longer look Hiccup in the eye.
The tension in Astrid’s shoulders vanished.
"I—?"
"Wait, what?" Hiccup asked. He was more confused than ever, but neither girl acknowledged him.
Heather snatched the leggings from Astrid's hands, her face a bright pink.
“Yes, you. Remember?” Heather said through gritted teeth and a dark, intense gaze leveled at the other girl.
Astrid squinted and cocked her head.
"But that—Oh wait—Oh!" She pointed at the leggings and took on a whole new tone. "Yeah! And that was…? Of course! Frigga… and then we forgot.”
"Yeah 'Frigga'," Heather deadpanned. She balled the leggings up and threw them under the table. "Now I think you owe someone an apology.”
Astrid gave such a nervous, sweet chuckle Hiccup could hardly believe she was the same girl of moments earlier. She looked over her shoulder, right at him, and said, “Sorry, Hiccup. You’re off the hook.”
"I meant me!” Heather cried.
"What is going on?" Hiccup shouted at the same volume.
"Nothing!"
"Why would Astrid have left your leggings at the forge?"
"Forget it!"
"But why would she owe you an apology?"
"Just get out!"
Because I ship Heather and Astrid before I ship Heather and Hiccup and even before I ship Astrid and Hiccup and you did just say jealous, not towards who…
