Hiccup X Astrid Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I froze, my brows furrowing. “Astrid?” I asked cautiously. “What about her?” “She’s dead,” She said bluntly, her tone void of any emotion. “And now, her powers are mine.” My stomach dropped. Astrid… dead? That didn’t seem possible. She was practically untouchable. My thoughts spiraled, but Harper’s next words snapped me back to reality. “Oh, and about the specimen,” she added casually, “... he’ll rise on the next full moon.” “What?” I turned to her, my brows knitting together. “What are you talking about?”

Thank Goddess. “Umm thanks. So do you” he replied nervously. Astrid smiled and grabbed each of our hands, “We’re going to be great friends. You won’t ever have to worry about me telling anyone. How lucky am I to have two guy best friends?!” she exclaimed happily and pulled us both in for a hug. Jax and I looked at each other over her shoulders and gave each other small smiles before hugging her back. Great. Now I have to share Astrid with Jax. How will I ever get a chance with her if Jax is my competition?

Arthur’s Pov Alicia muffled her screams in her pillow, kicking her legs in the air as she read another straight up naughty text from the stranger she’s been sexting for a month. She threw the pillow out of her face and stared at his message again, his name she saved as ‘Sext Buddy’ flashing on the screen and her face burned as she read the message again. Sext Buddy: [I’d do anything to fuck you right now.]

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.

But now she was a different person, and bad memories wouldn’t make her crumble anymore. Astrid had been horrified at her plan to stay in a hotel for the first few weeks, a traveling habit Scarlett didn’t think much of. It was weird that her online psychologist recommended her an apartment that was available on short notice, but Astrid was fast becoming a friend, something Scarlett lacked.

Hearing this, Joshua felt as if a weight had been lifted from his heart. In the hospital bed, Astrid lay peacefully, her delicate brows occasionally furrowing, not knowing what kind of dream she was having. When the handsome face of Joshua reflected in her dark pupils, Astrid’s heart filled with joy, but then she suddenly hesitated—was this real? Was it really Joshua? After rubbing her eyes vigorously and pinching her face to make sure it wasn’t a dream, Astrid struggled to sit up. But a sudden sharp pain in her stomach made her lose all strength, and she fell back onto the bed.

Speaking of the good-looking lawyer, my blood boiled when I remembered how tenderly he touched Astrid, as if she was a crystal ball. But she’s my crystal ball! At least that’s what everybody said to me. And even if I didn’t remember this, somehow I didn’t like the way he touched Astrid. They may be cousins, but they are still not related by blood. I don’t understand, but an ugly, unfamiliar feeling swept through me, I couldn’t resist telling the guy not to touch her. “Adam?” “I guess that’s his name,” I replied. “He said Astrid is buying me out. She will continue to run the business and will return my investment to me.”

Her fingers brushed through my hair, calming me further. I looked up at her, her face inches from mine, concern written all over her expression. Slowly, I lifted my hand and cupped her cheeks, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. My heart softened at the sight of her, and without thinking, I leaned forward, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to her lips. Astrid's gaze remained fixed on me, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. Despite her situation; her clothes stained with blood from the slashes she had endured; she looked at me with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

Besides, it was just a minor scratch, hardly something to trouble a doctor with. I started up the stairs but stopped when I heard footsteps descending. Willa and Astrid halted in front of me. "Alpha," Willa bowed slightly, her gaze averted. Astrid, however, stared for several long seconds. Her brow furrowed when her eyes met the cut on my forehead. I watched her hands twitch at her sides, as if she wanted to say or do something but was holding back. She was dressed simply in a black t-shirt and shorts that ended above her knees, revealing long, slender legs. My body reacted instinctively; a familiar stirring in my pants.

Even if I had to marry a monster instead. Even if Zane Ashblood killed me himself. That fate would still hurt less than loving Caspian Ravencrest. My eyes slowly closed. And the last thing I heard before darkness consumed me was Nora laughing beside my mate but then suddenly my eyes opened and I was on my bed wearing my silk robe, and then suddenly, a knock echoed on the door. “Astrid,” a maid’s voice called softly, “Alpha Caspian is here to see you.” What happened a moment ago I was surrounded by my blood but now I'm on my bed and I'm dreaming or have I travelled back to the past?.