Night Rider

He Doesn't Deserve Me

The beady-eyed viking hobbled as best and as quickly as they could back to the village, the information that they just recieved playing through their head like it was a movie. They remembered everything that had happened- especially the parts with crucial information embedded in them. This was one of the greatest shocks of their life, however they were curious about it too.

This person however knew how to keep a secret and when it should be kept, so instead of running into the Great Hall and spilling the news to Hiccup's father and everyone else, they simply went upto their hut and decided to sleep on it.

(A/n - any ideas on who this beady-eyed person is?)

-Astrid's pov-

After the gang has released me and Hiccup, I plastered a fake smile on my face. How would I tell him about what the Hunters are doing? And more importantly, how would I tell Hiccup that I knew about how he was treated in childhood by his father? No wonder he ran away. I would have ran away if I was being abused - a life of solitude and loneliness was better than a life of doing something you hated and being hit every day.

"You okay?" He asked me that afternoon when we were walking alone in the forest, we had just come from the cove, placing his arm around my shoulder, sending shivers erupting from my body. I looked into his deep-green eyes, and noticed they were slightly glossy with tears like he had been crying this past hour, but why had he been crying? I hope that I didn't hurt him in anyway and I forgot about it. However, then I noticed the shallow scar which danced diagonally on his cheek, and I remember that I did that... I did that. Why had I done that? Yes, I was under the influence of a memory-wiping drug, but surely I could have stopped myself from harming him, because I like him. I should have fought the drug, I should have listened to my crush, but no. I was too stubborn, to violent to notice what I was doing to him, and to be honest, he didn't deserve me after what I did to him. He deserves someone better: a tall, strong viking girl who would protect him no matter what; she would be the best cook in the world and not brew almost-poisonous yaknog; she would always be there for him and not push him away; and she would be as beautiful as the angels in Valahalla. Yet, that would break my heart, but if it was better for Hiccup, then it should be done.

"No, not really." I honestly said.

"What's wrong?" He asked me. He turned infront of me and placed his delicate hands on my small shoulders and stared into my cold eyes, as if the answer would just appear out of nowhere.

"I was thinking that you don't deserve me. You deserve someone who is strong-"

"Astrid."

"- and powerful. And someone who will listen. Thor, I should have listened-"

"Astrid."

"-to you when I was memory-wiped because you were right! You deserve someone who doesn't attack you, and-"

"Astrid."

"-someone who doesn't almost poison you with yaknog. And someone who can cook and wash and care for you through the hard days and-"

"Astrid."

"- is exceptionally beautiful and someone who isn't me. Because I am-"

"The only person who is perfect." Hiccup interrupted, cutting off my little rant. My eyes went wide and he sighed and slightly released his grip on my shoulders. I didn't continue to speak as he looked to the ground and shook his head lightly, sending his hair swaying out of place. Gods that looked cute.

Stop it! I scolded myself. That wasn't what I should be thinking at this point in time. He lifted his head and cast his green eyes at mine so they sent me into a blissful, calm mood.