The Boy and His Night Fury (On Hold)

Chapter 15

Quote of the day

Everyday may not be good, but there is something good in every day

Hiccup's POV

If 14-year-old Hiccup had known that Astrid, his long time crush would kiss him so he could come back to Berk, he would've left a lot sooner.

The first thing I registered was how soft her lips were. 

The second thing I registered was that it was Astrid kissing me. And it wasn't just on the cheek.

She was actually kissing me.

But I wasn't kissing her back. 

14-year-old Hiccup would've kissed her back, but I wasn't young anymore.

So, I pulled away and said softly, "No. Not even that."

I regretted it, because she looked so sad, but there was no way I could come back to Berk. 

I walked away before she could say anything else but, I glanced at her and saw a tear falling down the side of her face.

I hated myself for doing that to her, but I really had no choice.

How could I live among people who hated dragons? 

There would be no way that the chief would let a Night Fury live on Berk and I wasn't going to ever leave Toothless.

Well, maybe he would do it for his son, but I couldn't tell him that, either.

It would raise too many questions.

I wandered around aimlessly for a few more minutes before deciding that I should go back to Astrid.

Only then did I realize that I had no idea whatsoever where I was. 

This wasn't the first time I'd been lost, though, and I knew what to do.

I called out to Toothless using a dragon call.

The could carry on for a long distance and Toothless knew if I was doing a dragon call or if it was another dragon.

Within a few minutes, I saw Toothless flying toward me with a figure on his back.

Astrid.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her once Toothless had landed.

"Why do you care? It's not like you're going to be with me the rest of my life," she said. I looked at her and found her eyes to be the complete opposite of her tone; hollow. What used to look like the morning sky had turned into the colour of the sky just before a thunderstorm. They were a little red around the edges, too.

It was clear that she hated me.

I honestly didn't blame her, though.

I was about to reach out to her, to comfort her, but stopped midway.

The last thing she probably wanted was for me to comfort her.