Hiccup X Astrid Fanfiction Novels & Stories

However, as we continued to walk away, I all of a sudden heard a voice I recognized so very well called behind me, "Alpha Hudson." I halted in my steps, I couldn't control myself as I turned to look at him; the person I spent my four years hating, and her, she was standing beside him, with a her stomach now bulging out, Astrid is pregnant.

The lady uttered that Astrid paused from what she was doing. "You're so annoying, why would you approach me? I don't know you at all, are you one of the insecure bitchs? Are you lacking attention or something?" Astrid forced a smile, she was starting to get annoyed and she knew that she wouldn't be stopping herself from grabbing the girl's collar and hitting her hard using the thick book she was reading.

It's been two excruciating weeks since Khai joined them on their morning walk to school. Aster doesn't appreciate the fact that she still feels weird around the guy. He still makes her heart skip, her breath stop, and her cheeks warm, but thankfully, not as much as before and not as intense as the first time it happened. Why a stranger has this kind of effect on her could only mean one thing and she does everything in her power to not think about it. What bothers her is that the first one felt scarily similar to the feeling she gets when she's with Xavier, only increased by tenfold, it's unreal. The following 'heart attacks' as she calls it, felt more like she was immensely attracted to him

Huncho absolutely hated the smell of cigarettes. But as the second–in–command to Astrid, the leader of the Viper Rogues, he was around her most of the time and had to endure through it. The woman loved a good smoke. His tattoo gun paused mid action as he met Astrid's gaze with a faint smirk on his lips, "You're stoned as fuck—you would most likely not feel anything even if your chest was split open." he quipped. "You might even laugh."

i bite my lip . Someone nearby shouted which breaks our moment . harry takes his thumb from my face and licks the icecream off his finger. "so what do you want to do now?" i ask hating how my voice came breathy and vulnerable.

ZEKE. Hours later, Astrid and I sit in the garden house, just staring at the sky, there’s a kettle of black tea made by Madam Yv and her grandma’s recipe of cookies. All of this feels so weird: Me, her, mates, like everything is jumbled, like nothing makes sense. I feel Astrid’s eyes on me, those irises flashing with a question. “Come on. Ask your question.” I take the cookie, and pop it into my mouth, sour cream exploding in my taste buds, is this what Madam Yv is doing to me? Is she absolutely serious right now?

“Astrid’s location is currently unknown. She left Riftclaw territory this morning claiming border patrol supervision.” “She went to meet her uncle.” I kept my voice flat. “Vincent Silvermist. At the neutral border.” All three of them turned to staree at me. “You knew?” Ian asked, frowning. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Because the mating bond snapped into place and her wide blue eyes had looked at me with such fury and broken hope that I’d nearly forgotten every reason I had for not wanting a mate. But I’d never subject myself to that punishment. Ever.

There would be no forgiveness for her now. --- Hours later, Astrid stirred. Her eyes opened slowly. Confusion clouded them. Then memory hit. She jerked upright with a gasp. “Astrid.” She turned. Ares sat in the chair beside the bed. Still in his trousers. Still bare-chested beneath hastily thrown-on black slacks. As if he had not moved from that chair all night. The sight of him shattered whatever fragile control she had left. Her eyes filled instantly. “They were going to—”

While holding myself up beside the icy wall, I pause to draw steady breaths. Is he so dismissive of my worth? After all my efforts for him and this pack, what does he think I'm worth? The sound of Astrid saying something reaches me even through my emotional chaos since she speaks calmly but with solid authority. "You deserve better." I shut my eyes to fully absorb her comforting words. She’s right. I do deserve better. My entire existence has revolved around him, so how can I possibly move forward now? Despite everything that has transpired, I harbor a persistent hope that he will find me. Does he have any concern about my decision to leave? Have I reached the final point of my existence?