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One Day I Will
Okay guys, so what youâre about to read is a part of my Big Tangled/HTTYD crossover, Once Mine. But, wait! If youâre not into crossovers, and only care for the Dragon World (and Hiccstrid) you can still enjoy this story. This particular chapter works perfectly well on its own, so you donât have to worry about not getting something. All that is required is a basic knowledge of the events of âHeatherâs Reportâ.
Of course, I would be the happiest person on Earth to know that it encouraged you to read Once Mine as well.
Enjoy!
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 Arm-in-arm, side by side, they kept staring at the shape of a boat that slowly ebbed away from the sight, a boat on the deck of which their new friend was heading towards her long missed home. An oceanic breeze was enfolding them, while the last beams of the setting sun illuminated their tired, yet joyful, finally peaceful faces. All in all, the scenery was more than romantic.
And that was when she punched him again.
âHey!â he cried out, sending her a mock-offended glare, and shook his head, seeing the perverse grin on her lips. Heâd already managed to get used to it; more than once was he to feel her knuckles on his shoulder, though usually, it signified nothing but sympathy.
Truth be told, it was rather an unusual way of showing oneâs affection â why, if everything about her was unusual, as well.
âGood Thor, why is it always violence with you?â
The blonde girl glanced at him dismissively, and only shrugged her shoulders, once again fixing her gaze on the horizonâs line. Neither she, nor her dark-haired companion said anything for quite some time.
âDisappointed, arenât you?â the warrior broke the silence eventually, causing the most natural astonishment of the boy standing beside her.
âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â he answered sincerely.
âOh, come on. You were sure youâd get that hug.â
âI⊠donât⊠whyâŠâ
âI saw what you did there.â She nudged him much more gently this time. âAnd I saw your face when she turned towards Toothless. If that makes you feel any better, I also expected her to throw her arms around your neck rather than mine.â
Hiccup rolled his eyes, unable to hold back a smile.
âYou think weâll see her again?â
âWho knows. If we do, I bet it will be in the most unexpected circumstances.â Having summed up the matter like this, Astrid yawned lingeringly, simultaneously turning on her heel and stretching her arms above her head. âThat day was way too long. What do you say we go back home, throw ourselves on our beds and sleep it all off?â
âSounds like a plan.â The boy laughed quietly. âAlthough I still have a few trinkets waiting for me in the workshop; but of course, Iâll gladly walk you home and to the very door of it.â
She raised her brows, eyeing him sceptically.
âYou donât need to walk me home.â
âWeâre heading in the same direction anyway.â
The warrior wanted to respond with a more cutting comment, eventually however, she only waved her hand and set off towards the village, letting Hiccup join her at his own pleasure. She winced when the cold sea gust reached her. It really was getting late â the sun had just ultimately hidden below the far ocean line â and with every passing second it was getting colder and darker on the island of Berk. Moreover, she truly was exhausted by the events of the last few days, not only â and not primarily â because of a physical struggle.
She was happy to think how well it all ended for them; but she was even happier to know that the entire upheaval could be now put behind them.
She peered at the boy walking next to her, and smiled seeing him nervously rubbing his neck, clearly desiring to raise some mysterious issue, yet not having the courage to do so. It was a gesture she hadnât noticed him do earlier, and she couldnât help wondering if it was only a one-time action, or was it a new habit that, for some reason, Hiccup developed exactly at this time.
Personally, she found it quite⊠adorable.
The Rider took notice of her intrigued glare, and confounded, he shifted uncomfortably, unable to understand the sudden interest in him.
âA-Astrid? What⊠What is it?â he asked, completely taken aback.
Good gods, hadnât he already learnt how to control that stuttering?
âI was wondering what you are so focused on.â
âI⊠Ah, itâs nothing.â Pretending not to care, he waved his hand absently, even though he was well aware that Astrid wouldnât ease up on him like that. In fact, he himself knew that there were thoughts he should voice â he simply didnât feel like doing it at this particular moment. âIâm doing a review of the past few days, thatâs all.â
âThere certainly are things you should think over.â
Resigned, Hiccup sighed.
âOkay, I know what youâre trying to say. I acted like an idiot, believing in Heatherâs stories in spite of all of the signs that something was wrong. I ignored all of your observations, I didnât believe you when you told me about what youâd seen during that night, and -â
âHiccup, stop.â
Even though the command obviously referred to the torrent of words that came out of the young Vikingâs mouth, Hiccup halted in the most literal sense; having stopped like this, he glared at the girl that stood by his side, with a question reflecting in his bright, green eyes. Still, whatever it was that was happening inside of his head, Astrid gave him no time to pronounce it out loud.
âThatâs not what I meant. All Iâm saying is that a lot has happened recently, and that we all have issues we must reconsider. Although⊠itâs good youâre aware of your own mistakes.â
A sparkle that twinkled in her eyes while she was voicing the last sentence positively proved that she wasnât going to let go of the matter completely. Hiccup snorted.
âYou couldnât just, I donât know, comfort me?â
âI could. And I will, one day. When you earn it.â
âAmazing. So you agree I behaved like a moron?â
âYou leave me no choice here.â
âFantastic.â The boy looked away, not entirely sure how he should treat his best friendâs answer. On one hand, Astrid sharply cut off his remorseful speech, laughing up his explanations and general agitation â on the other, she openly admitted that she found his behaviour at least invalid, stupid even.
And even though it was no revelation to him, it didnât make him feel a little bit better.
âYouâre still angry with me, arenât you?â he muttered, not even realising how accurately the tone of his voice conveyed the qualms that were still torturing him. âWhat am I asking, you must be. Exposing the island is one thing, but you yourself⊠No, please Astrid, let me finish this. Itâs not even the fact I let them trick me, but even knowing what was going on, I insisted to stick to what I thought was true. When you came to tell me about Heather meeting the Outcasts⊠Gods, you donât know how hard it is to talk about it.â He stroke his palm against his face, full of despise for his own being. âI donât know what happened to me. After everything weâd been through, I shouldâve trusted you, not her. And itâs all clear and obvious now, and thatâs what you had every right to expect.â
His hand found its way to his neck again, and he still couldnât force himself to look her straight in the eye. Astrid kept observing him silently, fully focused on that slightly incoherent, not entirely understandable dilatation.
Hiccup sighed again.
âThat night I said things I never should have said. I had no right to assume that you were mistaken, and I surely shouldnât have reject your warnings that easily. It wonât happen again. I just wanted to say⊠Iâm sorry, Astrid.â
Not until he poured out the last word, did Hiccup dare to look up at the girl. Her facial expression showed nothing but concentration â her brows were furrowed, but revealed no ire, her mouth was closed, but it was not tightened. She was staring at him half-expectantly, without that spiteful, teasing grin â with no grin at all.
That was probably the worst part of it.
âSay something. For the love of Thor, Astrid, please say something,â the brunette Dragon Rider kept repeating in his thoughts. Till that moment heâd been assuming that Astrid canât be too mad at him â until he himself voiced all of his guilts out loud.
She had every reason to be mad at him.
âYou know, that last line would be enough.â
Roused from his own meditation, he focused his sight on her. She still looked absolutely serious, however, something in her glare told him she didnât at all feel like being cross with him.
He swallowed nervously.
âReally?â
âYeah. Though, as I was saying, itâs good you see what went wrong.â
âAnd youâre not upset?â
Astrid shrugged.
âNow, when itâs all over anyway? I think Iâm too tired to argue with you at the moment.â
âThatâs⊠understanding of you.â
âWhich doesnât mean Iâll forgive you.â
âOh.â
âOr more like, I forgive, not forget. You can bet your leg Iâll bring it up at the suitable moment.â
âI donât doubt that.â The boy allowed himself a shy smile. âAll I need now is your âI told you soâ.â
âWell, if you admit that Iâve earned it yourself, I donât think thereâs a point in me actually saying it.â Astrid smiled more widely, no longer able to hide the amusement that the sight of her intimidated, confused friend had caused.
As far as she could recall, Hiccup had been âdifferentâ. Heâd been that quiet, private, isolated kid, in whose eyes playing with his peers (whose games, she had to admit, were far from refined) was much less entertaining that the almost legendary troll hunting and his own sketches. Â Heâd also been, or at least heâd seemed to be gauche, as though he couldnât adjust to the world in which heâd come to live. He had always been smart, she had no doubts about that â but there was something in his behaviour that had made him look as if heâd been unable (or maybe, unwilling?) to use his outstanding intelligence to improve his existence on the isle of Berk.
And heâd constantly been baffled.
Each and every time she had happened to appear in the smithy, she was met by his perplexed stare; no matter what heâd been doing earlier, having noticed her he always came back to work with a doubled investment, as if he was trying to conceal the fact that he was aware of her presence in the first place, letting Gobber take her order instead.
It had always amused her, and sheâd never thought it could have been anything improper. She knew she was pretty, and she knew what an impression her personality made on her peers. She neither took pride in it, nor let it vex her â she didnât need Snotlout courting her to realise her worth, and she certainly could do without it. Yet, she couldnât deny that she liked to compel awe.
Still, Snotloutâs importunity or Fishlegsâ amazed staring were one thing; Hiccup, as usual, was a very different matter. She couldnât have said whether sheâd liked him or not â they had hardly ever spoke, and even if they had, the boy had usually got lost in his own stammering, making the whole conversation an absolute failure anyway. Astrid had shrugged her shoulders then, and set off to her own business, totally and perfectly indifferent to the miserable boy she had been leaving behind her.
Hiccup had not disturbed her. Thatâs all that she could have said.
And then everything had changed. The Training, Toothless, the battle at the Dragonâs nest â the events from a year before not only had turned the life of Berk upside down, but they had directly influenced the boy without whom they wouldnât have taken place. Hiccup had changed. He had grown in strength and reason, earning the sense that he was a worthy young man. Heâd finally gained the confidence that his opinions had mattered â and suddenly, heâd stopped being afraid of sharing them.
The fair-haired warrior had finally found a companion, with whom she could simply talk, debate, dispute. Someone with whom she was able to cooperate.
However, as she was gazing at him now, she realised she was glad that the Viking hadnât got rid of his shyness completely. Honestly speaking, it was a feature she pretty much liked about him.
She shook her head.
âReally, Hiccup. Itâs fine.â
She nodded towards the village, wanting to end the discussion that in her own eyes seemed entirely unnecessary. Hiccup had understood his own silliness â and he had apologised for it. She needed nothing more.
The boy divined her thoughts, and with no further dallying, he set off in the pointed direction, close by the golden-haired girlâs side.
Toothless was following them close behind, reminding the Riders of his presence with occasional jogs, plainly eager for a flight. Still, his taunting remained unanswered â however tired the two friends were, they really didnât feel like parting their ways just yet, even if they didnât fully realised it themselves. They simply walked in silence together, focused on their own musing, enjoying the company of one another. At that time, it was all they wished for.
Despite all this, Hiccup couldnât help but shoot furtive, uncertain glances in the direction of his dear friend, incapable of chasing away the thoughts that were invading his mind. Even assuming that the misunderstandings between them were clarified, the young leader still had a lot to think about.
And Gods, it wasnât easy.
Glancing at the warrior that was walking beside him, he couldnât not think of the danger in which she had been just a few hours earlier. Of course, he hadnât doubted that Astrid would perform perfectly, eventually finding her way out of the trouble, all while staying safe and sound â she always had. Had he not had that confidence, he would never have agreed to carry out that insanely risky operation.
On the other hand, it was a plan prepared by the warrior herself, and he knew better than anyone that when Astrid set her mind on something, it was hard to talk her out of it. If there was one person on Berk that was more stubborn than he was, it was Astrid Hofferson.
âYouâre sure about this?â
âNo! But this is our only chance!â
That was all her.
They were marching closely by, so that their hands brushed repetitively. Astrid seemed not to notice, concentrating her sight on the path before her or sporadically peering at Toothless, who still hadnât ceased to demand her attention. Her companion couldnât force such an indifference on him, and tensely setting his teeth, he was once again thanking the deities that the girl was too busy to actually look at him.
He inhaled deeply, somewhat disappointed, and making sure Astridâs attention was fully focused on the Night Fury that was pacing beside her, he fixed his gaze on his friendâs profile.
His friend. Exactly.
That was how he would describe her to anyone whoâd ask him about the relationship that linked them, and what is more, it was also how he called her in his own meditations. They were friends, there was no doubt about that â Hiccup dared to think that their friendship was intimate and strong, and he was far from underestimating it. Astrid was more than just his advisor, his right-hand girl, his second in command. It was her he came to when finding a solution to his problems seemed impossible, it was her he asked for help when his own wit let him down. It was her with whom he first shared all of his plans.
Astrid supported him when everything appeared to be falling into pieces, and she never seemed to doubt in him, at the same time remaining perfectly ready to whack his head with a shield, when she  only realised that his ideas were getting out of the reasonâs hold.
In other words, she trusted him to the point at which he had to trust her.
The Viking swore inwardly, recalling how much heâd abused that trust during the last few days.
âWhat about us, Astrid?â he asked himself, unable to take his eyes off her. âWhat is between us?â
He had put the question so many times already, and he still couldnât find an answer that would satisfy him. If heâd been to explain the matter a dozen or so months earlier, he wouldnât have had the slightest troubles doing so: shortly and truthfully, he wouldâve responded that he was entirely infatuated, as strongly as only a fifteen years old boy can be â all while she paid him no mind whatsoever. Analysing his previous feelings, Hiccup had to agree that they were rather shallow and silly â but at least they werenât as tangled up as the ones that were whirling inside of him presently.
However ridiculous it might seem, he really couldnât define his attitude towards her. The old crush had long been gone, extruded by a healthy, firm, friendly relationship⊠and yet, Hiccup would have lied if heâd said that friendship was all he desired. It was like building a foundation for the further rapprochement, without which their acquaintance would have been â at most â nothing but a relation between a pair of naively besotted teenagers, and thus only a mere shadow of what it could become with the minimal involvement on their side.
He wanted to treat it seriously, and was convinced that rushing things would bring them no good â then again, the thought of Astrid concluding that she didnât want anything more herself, terrified him. He reminded himself over and over again that he was overreacting, that he was dwelling on the subject too intensively â but it was of no use.
Maybe he was only sixteen years old. Maybe, in the eyes of the older generation he and Astrid were just a couple of kids, quite responsible, but surely far from maturity. This, however, did not mean that their emotions were any less important, nor that they deserved to be given less attention.
The dark-haired Rider had stopped looking at his companion long ago, instead boring into the ground below him. His metal prosthetic wasnât clattering against the wooden panels of the dockâs platforms anymore, as they had left those in the distance behind them; the sky was darkening rapidly, and he remained silent, deaf and blind to the surrounding that changed around him.
He kicked a stone that happened to lie in his way.
âHiccup?â Astrid roused him from that odd wistfulness. The boy met her glare, and immediately spotted the anxiety that was reflecting in her way too blue eyes. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing,â he denied a little too quickly. âEverything is fine.â
She raised her brows, not believing a single word of his.
âHiccup.â
âWhat?â
âYouâre a terrible liar.â
âI wasnât trying to lie.â
âThen tell me what this is all about.â
âWhat for?â
âBecause Iâm starting to worry.â
Once again was he to halt in his tracks, this time on his own account; but that surprised, he simply had to stop.
âWhat do you mean: worry? Iâm fine.â
âFirst you stare at me for minutes, and then you canât even look me in the eye properly. Donât pull that face at me, just because Iâm not looking, doesnât mean I canât see.â
âBut -â
âLook, as for me, youâre way overthinking it. As always.â In the most natural manner she put a hand on his arm and squeezed it lightly. âI had to give you an earful, but thatâs enough. It doesnât matter if we meet Heather again or not, this particular episode is now behind us. Draw conclusions, but donât stew.â
Hiccup smiled weakly.
âYou almost sound as if you wanted to comfort me,â he mumbled. âBut itâs not about Heather.â
âThen what is it about?â
âNothing important.â
âYou still canât lie.â
He sighed ostentatiously.
âIâd just rather not answer that.â
âBut one day I will,â he finished in his thoughts. One day. When he would finally deal with the doubts that were plaguing him, when he would sort out his own hopes and longing, finally, when he would muster the courage needed for the task â then he would answer her. All he could do was to pray to Odin that he wouldnât miss his chance.
Astrid didnât say a word, only nodding to show that she accepts his explanation. Then, she glanced at the house before which they had halted â her own house. Hiccup followed gaze; until that moment he hadnât been aware that they had already reached the destination of their short journey. Something in his chest stung him unpleasantly when it occurred to him that in a very short while he would have to say his goodbye.
Hardly had he managed to realise that, he felt a punch on his shoulder, one that was way too strong for his liking.
âWhat on⊠Astrid!â
âThatâs for not being honest with me,â the warrior answered his cry without the slightest falter. âAnd for making me upset during the last days. I forgive, not forget.â
And then, not giving him another second to think it through, she moved closer to him, and brushed her lips against his cheek.
âAnd thatâs for everything else.â
And just like that, as if was the most obvious act in the world, she turned on her heel, and briskly ran upon the stairs that lead to her hut. Having opened the door, she hesitated, peered at the couple that was watching her from below; with a strangely uncertain grin she threw them a short âgoodnightâ - and with that, she was gone.
Hiccup kept staring at the wooden frame for a long while, ignoring Toothlessâ nudging, which was becoming more and more regular, while the dragon clearly was annoyed with the lack of attention of his human friend. At last, the boy looked down at him, shook his head on both Night Furyâs impatience and his own distraction, and jumped onto the saddle almost immediately after.
If heâd had problems figuring out the meaning of his own feelings earlier, he was not even trying to do it now; he well knew that it wouldnât change a thing. At this point he could only count that his relationship with the blonde girl would clarify in some natural way, and that it would happen sometime soon.
The more rational part of his being was telling him it would be exactly the opposite.
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