That Look (Hiccup x Reader)

86: Sandbusted

"AhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

"(Y/n), you need to stop freaking out." Astrid told me as I paced her hut.

"Not an option! Ahhhhhhhhh! What am I gonna do?! What am I gonna do?!" I yelled and chucked objects off Astrid's walls. "Axe, sword, shield? He likes shields, I could give him a shield!"

"That's mine," Astrid said and took the shield.

"Ah, (Y/n)?" Someone asked and I saw Fishlegs peaking in the door of the hut.

"How did you know I was in here?" I questioned him.

"The screaming. I was just-"

"Unless this has to do with Hiccup's betrothal gift, the one I haven't gotten him yet, the one I have no clue where to start." I trailed off in psychotic laughter.

"(Y/n)," Astrid said and put her hand on my shoulders. "Breathe."

I took a few deep breaths.

"Better?"

"No."

"The ceremonial betrothal gift must be exchanged six moon cycles from the first announcement of a Couple's..." Fishlegs began dreamily and then made eye contact with me. "Well..."

"Betrothal?" I finished, eye twitching.

"Yes! Ah, look at me! I'm a wreck. You'd think I was the one 48 hours away from complete disaster, but it's you–"

I growled and knocked the idiot over then sat on his back.

"(Y/n), wait. I can help. Okay." Fishlegs pleaded. "Who knows Hiccup better than I do?"

"Me!" I seethed.

"Good point." He nodded. "Then you know what an amazing gift-giver he is."

"Yes. That's the problem. Hiccup is not your ordinary Viking." I sighed and got off Fishlegs to do some more pacing. "He has a Night Fury. He can fly with a suit made of yak hides. He has a sword that ignites on command. And he's going to be the next Chief of Berk-"

'Wait, that means I'm going to be the Chiefess...'

"Wow. Well, when you put it like that, you really are completely-" Fishlegs was cut off by me yelling and twisting his arm backwards, sending him back to the ground and threading to break it.

"You got anything else to say?!" I growled at him while Astrid gave me the look of a proud teacher.

"Astrid!" Fishlegs yelled.

"No, no. By all means, keep going." She waved him off and continued watching.

"Hey, guys-" Hiccup walked in and looked surprised at the scene. "Um, I just got a T-Mail from Trader Johann, and it didn't sound good."

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"All it says is that he needs our help and to come quickly." Hiccup explained while we all stood in the clubhouse.

"And you immediately wrote him back a big, old, 'No, thank you,' I assume." Snotlout replied.

"Why would I do that?" Hiccup asked confused.

"That guy is bad luck, Hiccup. The last time we got a T-mail from old TJ, we almost got eaten by an island of very angry and very wild dragons."

"Okay. Tell you what, Snotlout, you can stay here." Hiccup told him.

"By myself? No, thank you." Snotlout shook his head. "I'm just saying, this sucks."

"Hey, (Y/n), can I talk to you for a second?" Hiccup ask me and pulled a bag from his saddle bag.