Hiccup And Astrid Novels & Stories

“Who hurt you? Tell me who did it and I swear, they won’t live past tonight.” Astrid shakes her head, her fingers curling into my shirt, pulling the fabric tight as she struggles to catch her breath. I noticed that her puffy eyes when she came downstairs earlier. I wanted to ask her about it, then I noticed her jittery behaviour when we got the room. She’s been shifty, shaky and nervous for the past five minutes. Something is not right. Someone spooked my wife. Something is definitely— “I’m sorry!” She suddenly blurts, throwing her arms around my neck, ignoring my wet clothes, wet skin and dripping hair as she buries her face in the crook of my neck. “I’m so, sorry, S-Silvan. Please don’t be

"I'm sorry. I just got too excited. Did I hurt you?" It had been ages since he had shown me such gentleness. I didn't answer and forced myself upright, while he scrambled forward to prop me up. "Are you hungry, Astrid? Here, have some of the soup I made with the recipe you taught me. "I made a fresh pot every day while you were unconscious, so you could have a warm bowl the moment you woke up." He ladled some soup into a bowl and eagerly brought the spoon to my lips. I stared at him in silence, then suddenly announced, "Caspian, let's get divorced."

What happened? Astrid cried even harder and said, "please don't talk about eating, those people... they... they.... yesterday they fed me alive bugs they forced me to eat cockroaches and..." Astrid couldn't speak anymore as she puked, while Hayley felt her skin crawl when she heard this. Those people have really gone too far this time. They have crossed the limits. After Astrid was done puking, Hayley gave her some water and then made her sit down on the bed and asked her, "would you like to take revenge?"

We ordered for sandwiches and chips and it was delivered a few minutes later. Astrid's eyes lit up with joy and she abruptly pushed her phone in my face. "Freya, I came across a crazy recipe online – spicy chicken stuffed French fries!" With my mouth full of sandwich, I raised an eyebrow. "How the heck? That seems quite superb. Astrid gave a fervent nod. "Yes? Yes, but I have to give it a shot. It's the ideal balance of salty and sweet flavors." I laughed and gulped down each bite. "You and your weird obsession with food. Pizza dipped in chocolate—what's next? You no longer enjoy sandwiches?"

I’m looking for a moment too long, because suddenly her eyes fly up, meeting mine. Shit. Her lips stretch into a cheerful smile, and she rises from her seat at the table, heading toward me. Double shit. I seriously consider just bolting for the door, but that would make this even more fucking awkward. So I take a step back, waiting for her, wondering what the fuck I’m going to say. “Hi!” Astrid chirps, stepping out of the doorway from the hub. “What are you doing here?” “I, uh…” I grumble, reaching up to run a hand through my hair. I totally forget that it’s tied back, though, and my fingers just get stuck. “I was looking for Theo,” I lie, yanking my hand out of my hair.

I shook my head, I had gotten attached to sleeping next to Hades, with him spending time away from the bed, sleeping has become a luxury. “your mind is playing tricks on you,” Astrid said, her fingers tucking a loss strand of my hair behind my ears. “I know how you feel,” Astrid said. “you do?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “I experienced the same thing, I had to start taking medications,” she said, pulling out a can from her pocket. I wrapped my arms around her, “thank you,” I whispered. Astrid rubbed my back, “you are my sister, I’ll do everything for you. I am going to talk to Hades,” she said.

he whispered softly, his voice trembling with empathy. Astrid's voice trembled, "I'm sorry I failed you." The hospital room doors creaked open, and the head of marketing hesitated before entering. "Sir, I...I'm sorry to interrupt." Andrew nodded, and the man continued, "An anonymous user uploaded a video of Miss Astrid online. It's...going viral." Astrid's gaze lifted, horror flickering across her face.

He had to hurry if he was to get the baby to the cave then find the witch. Astrid smiled wanly at the woman lying on the cot. Her head wound from landing on a rock when they traveled was almost healed, but she continued to have severe headaches and difficulty seeing. Kelda had called it a concussion and said she would get better. She'd given her modern medications for the headaches that seemed to help but her vision continued to blur intermittently. The woman didn't complain much but Astrid worried for her.

Shit, he can’t know because he’s close with Jax, and if Jax finds out… Astrid yanks her hands out of mine, reaching up to rub both of her temples as she squeezes her eyes shut. “Ugh, that’s an image I can never scrub from my brain,” she grimaces. “What’d you see?” I ask, my heart hammering against my ribs. Astrid’s visions don’t operate by a specific timeline- they can be of the past or the future. And considering Juliet and I have hooked up a few times before, she could’ve just gotten a peek of one of those instances.

I lowered my gaze, and looked at him through my lashes. "I.. Um.. You know earlier.. I fell.. I fell in the hospital and the doctor applied some things to it.." He looked like he was in serious doubt and I didn't blame him one bit because I was too.. I wasn't sure about what I said, so how could I expect him to believe me then? "Astrid.. Do I look that dumb to you? Tell me what happened to you.. That is a fucking hickey and pisisng me the fuck right now! Where did that come from?"