Hiccup X Astrid Novels & Stories

“ Astrid.” “ Yeah, me.” “ what happened? you here?” “ I can also ask the same question.” “ I wanted just to walk around, so yeah,” Purple said. “ you?” Purple asked. “ Caught in a lie.” “ what do you mean?” “ Nothing. I just wanted some fresh air, and also I wanted to be alone.” “ Purple” “hmm.” “ I am sorry,” Astrid said, and Purple didn't know what to say cause deep inside, she was angry at Astrid for some reasons.

Astrid said, moving closer and stretching the cup to him, "It'll help with your migraine. Zyran stared at the cup then at me, his cock still inside me, then he collected the cup and downed the contents in a go. I couldn't hide my surprise. I know the two are like a duo, but Zyran doing what Astrid asked without complaining was unbelievable "I'm busy. You can go." Zyran said to her. She nodded once, threw me a glare, and left the room. I rolled my eyes at her. Was she blind this time to see that I was the victim here?

Chapter 74 Astrid’s POV A steady, rhythmic beeping, distant and close all at once, like it was echoing from the inside of my skull. I floated in and out of it, my thoughts thick and slow, my body heavy as if I were trapped beneath water. I tried to move. Something tugged at my arm. “Astrid,” a voice said urgently. “She’s waking up.” My lashes fluttered open, light slicing through my vision, too bright, too white. My head throbbed as the world slowly stitched itself together. The sterile smell of antiseptic that burned my nose.

Astrid wished for clothes to appear on her body. "I hate you, Scarlet," Astrid muttered. Scarlet was Astrid's polar opposite. Astrid was always shy and self-conscious about her body, so she would never have attempted this stunt, but Scarlet was crazy. "You can't blame me; I am you, and you are me," Scarlet said, stiffening her laugh. "I am just a naughty wild part of you that was always hidden from the rest of the world," Scarlet explained. "Astrid" Rafael's eyes filled with tears. He hugged her to his chest. He was now certain that his Astrid was safe. She was standing completely healed, as if she hadn't even been limping a while ago.

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?"

“Alright Astrid, that’s your cue.” Astrid appeared on cue. Astrid’s form was radiant, her ethereal glow casting soft light across the rough stone walls. Her presence brought a slight warmth to the otherwise cold room, and her eyes, filled with a mix of concern and determination, locked onto Lupa, Lycidas and Claud. “Are you always watching?” Lycidas asked, obviously worried. “Nope. I’m not omniscient.” Astrid replied. “I only show up when I’m called or go to places I want to be at.”

“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.

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.

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.

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?"