Hiccup And Astrid Novels & Stories

The smells of the home cooked foods and coffee is making my stomach rumble, Astrid looks at me and we both burst out laughing. Astrid introduces me to people as we pass and they say hello to her, most greet with curiosity others merely nod. Those are the ones Astrid tells me to take no notice of. Astrid is currently standing chatting to an elderly couple about their last visit to the hospital, so I excuse myself and decide to have a look at the many trinkets on show.

Her eyes were wide open while staring at the young lady's countenance, she already knew that Astrid Hawthorne is suicidal. Astrid Hawthorne appeared to be irritated by the turmoil from her seatmate, she did not bother to look at her but she did utter a reply. "Pfft. Hey come on, I'm okay... It's just scratched. It won't kill me," she chuckled and jokingly smirked at her seatmate who looked uneasy.

“Taylor, if I were being cruel, I’d remind you that this pack still calls me Luna while you’re still introducing yourself as ‘Damien’s concern.’” Taylor stiffened. Astrid straightened again, expression calm. “But I’m not cruel. I’m busy.” She took one step forward, then paused. “Oh—and one more thing.” Taylor looked up, wary. “If you’re going to keep pretending to be weak,” Astrid said lightly, “pace yourself. People start noticing patterns when the fainting spells line up too neatly with applause.” She walked past Taylor without another glance. Behind her, Taylor stood frozen in the corridor—alive, upright, breathing perfectly fine.

I said, tapping my fingers against the desk. He nodded slowly, eyes still on the screen. "Shortly after your breakup—let's say a day or two—Astrid was attacked in her apartment by masked men," he said. I sat up straighter. "What?" I asked, surprised. She was attacked? "Yeah. She was hit, stabbed... almost bled to death before the men left." He glanced up at me, gauging my reaction. "You don’t know about this?" he asked. A muscle ticked in my jaw.

I interrupted, my voice tinged with shock and confusion. My mind raced as worry lines deepened on my forehead. A baby? Pregnant? Astrid had never mentioned anything about being pregnant. All she had spoken about was feeling unwell and needing to come to the hospital. Doctor Miles looked taken aback. “She didn’t tell you?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly. I bit down hard on my lower lip, trying to piece together the puzzle. Was this why she had been so secretive, why she hadn't wanted me around or to accompany her to the hospital? The realisation hit me with a jolt.