Hiccup X Astrid Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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?"

It's not that important in the current situation anyway. The young man stared intently at Astrid in silence while biting his lip tightly. Her lips looked bleeding and dirty from frequent bites. His ruby-red eyes glowed in the darkness. Astrid's gaze was fixed on the pair of red eyes as if she was being sucked in towards the young man. Then, unexpectedly, Astrid saw another figure piled up in the young man's body. Astrid felt her body sway. Okay, maybe she's hallucinating right now because of her poor health condition. Astrid rubbed her eyes to clean the dirt on them. When she looked at the young man, she still saw other figures piled up in the young man's body.

She has been my destruction and instigator of my downfall. Astrid. My sister. My body locked, frozen between disbelief and a bone-deep ache that made my breath shaky. Oh, of course. Any fruit that drops from Lyra will always be poisoned. “I went to visit Mum one day,” Astrid said, her voice deceptively light, “and she pitched this... mind-blowing idea. Everything shifted after that. She gave me the coordinates to the stash she buried years ago, introduced me to her old plastic surgeon, and I had my entire face redone to look exactly like Esmeraya.”

she said in a trembling voice. “Then what is this? What did just happen between us, huh, Astrid? How about those kisses we shared? Did it mean nothing to you? Why did you even let me kiss you and hug you and let me love you if you’d just leave me in the end?” “This shouldn’t have happened, Bullet and you know that.” Astrid sat down in her swivel chair. She gripped her collar tightly. “I have a husband, for Christ’s sake and I don’t want to-“

He bragged. Have you tried listening to yourself? Astrid wanted to ask him, but she held back on the comment, leaving him to have the last word. Astrid found herself in a vulnerable situation when she looked and found that he was already staring at her. “Hello.” She decided to brush off the slight awkwardness with a grin. That didn't stop Darius from staring at her like she was one of the stars in the sky. “Stop staring, Darius.” She told him, turning away and hoping that her hair would conceal the redness of her cheeks.

I need to find her now. Returning home, I want to feel as close to Astrid as possible. So, I go into her room and look around. Her scent is overpowering on the couch. Wanting to be close to Astrid, I lie on the couch, and a few thoughts cross my mind. Astrid has been sleeping here instead of in her bed. It smells like vanilla and cookies. It explains why her bed looks as fresh as the day she got here. So why wouldn't she sleep in the bed?

"Excuse us." Astrid woke up due to the piercing rays of the sun entering her eyes, with a banging headache. "What happened last night?" She asked herself as she found herself naked. She wrapped herself with a towel and decided to head to the bathroom but she felt pain her inner thighs. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw hickeys planted on her neck at various spots. All these pointed to one thing. She rushed to the door but it was locked. Astrid's scream echoed through the room, and Claudia rushed in, concern etched on her face. "Yes, ma'am?"

He stepped closer, studying her features with a mix of curiosity and frustration. A notification message appeared on his phone display, snapping him out of his thoughts. Checking the message, he smirked before slipping the phone back into his pocket. Astrid slowly woke up, wincing as she held her head. Looking around, her eyes landed on Krax. She froze, her hand instinctively moving to her chest. “Must you scare me like that?” she snapped, her voice sharp despite her weakness. Krax leaned in, his face now inches from hers. His breath brushed her skin, sending an involuntary shiver through her.

I grab a stack of towels from a metal cart and press them against the worst of the wounds on his chest and his whole body jerks under my hands and his eyes fly open and lock onto mine. “Hey, stay with me,” I tell him and press harder even though blood is already soaking through the towels and onto my hands. “What’s your name?” “Max—” It comes out as a gasp. “Okay Max, I’m Astrid and you’re going to be fine but I need you to keep your eyes open.” I’m reaching for more towels with one hand while keeping pressure with the other. “How old are you?” “Nineteen—” “First battle?”

Suddenly a weak voice called out to me. "Alpha Jaxon." I turned around stunned. "Astrid?!" I raced to her bedside and took her into my arms. "You are awake. You are fine. Thank the Goddess." A small sob escaped Astrid as she leaned against me. "Can we leave this place?" I froze. "Astrid, what are you saying?" ******* Astrid's POV My body shook and my hand wouldn't stop trembling. I felt tired, so tired. My throat was dry and my head wouldn't stop pounding.