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“So, Snotlout, had me and Fishlegs sent to our tents, he dismissed us!” Astrid exclaimed.
She was regaling Hiccup with some of the stuff that went down during the portion of Snotlout’s trials that Hiccup and Heather had missed while they were checking out the Northern Markets. They were in her tent, actually, and she had taken her skirt off, keeping her leggings on, and she had let Hiccup lay his head on her lap.
She watched as Hiccup nodded slowly.
He was already tired but after a big breakfast, he was definitely under the influence of drowsiness. She was essentially telling him a bedtime story, really. He’d probably be asleep soon. She’d probably join him.
“And you wanna know something?” Astrid said, conspiratorially. She caressed his forehead.
“Hmm?” Hiccup said softly.
“I counted the number of mugs in front of him. Four. He was drunk! Under the influence, so him saying me and Fishlegs aren’t supportive… just him being drunk!”
Hiccup made a move with his hand to touch his face in an obvious attempt to facepalm but he only ended up touching the hand that was resting on his forehead. Hers.
Their hands were touching.
She watched intently as his eyes began to fall close, sleep calling to him.
“Snotlout’s some boyfriend huh?” he mumbled.
And with that, he was asleep.