Which Astrid being hurt? Because I have more than one. UwU
PRINCE HICCUP AND PRINCESS ASTRID
"Dad, this is going nowhere," the heir to the throne of Berk whispered to his father, the King.
"Nonsense, son. You haven’t even met all of the ladies. You’re bound to choose at least one."
It was Hiccup’s birthday that night, and his father had planned a grand ball inviting all of the eligible maidens of their small kingdom. He knew his father was looking forward to him getting married, but he never knew that he was expectant enough to throw such a grand celebration just so he could meet the women of the kingdom.
So far, it wasn’t going well. He was enjoying the party but no one had caught the young prince’s eyes. Yes, the women looked beautiful, but whenever he would speak to one of them, it was clear they wanted one thing: the crown. Not one of them had asked him about himself. They only asked about what it’s like to be part of the royal family and other topics that never strayed from being a royal.
As two women in front of him gave him a curtsy, he bowed as a response. At that moment, in the corner of his eye, he saw a blonde woman, hair tied in a side braid leaving a few strands of hair loose. She was… hiding.
Excusing himself from the two maidens in front of him, he walked towards the blonde. She was beautiful, yes, but he approached her because of his curiosity. ‘Why is she hiding?’ he wondered. 'Is she hiding from someone?'
"Hiding from someone?" I asked from behind her.
She groaned. “My mother,” she replied, not turning to look at him. Instead, she cautiously looked in front of her. “She’s pestering me to make a great impression on the prince.”
He raised a brow. “And what’s the matter with the prince?”
"He’s just probably another stuck-up royal."
"I wouldn’t say that. He certainly wouldn’t want to belittle anyone, either."
"And how would you know that?"
He smirked. “Turn around.”
She sighed exasperatedly and did as he asked, her eyes widening once she saw who she was talking to. “Well,” she said awkwardly. “I’m gonna have to leave now, huh?”
He chuckled. “No, no. It’s alright,” he said, “It’s not the first time.”
She bit her lower lip as she nodded slowly. “So…”
"What’s your name?"
She faked a cough before answering, “I’m Astrid Hofferson.”
"Oh, you’re from the Hofferson house. No wonder you come off with a rather strong personality."
"Should I take that as a compliment?"
"Oh, yes, by all means."
She gave him a small smile. “You know, you shake your shoulders a lot when you talk.”
"Pfft! I do not."
She laughed. “You did it again!”
They continued their conversation as they walked out into the garden. He had to admit. He was smitten. Her personality drew him in. She wasn’t afraid to speak her mind, and she, certainly, had a different vibe from the rest of the women inside the ballroom, who were looking for him. He didn’t care. He wanted to know more about her.
She was shocked. She had completely misjudged the young prince. He wasn’t the snobby, condescending royal she expected him to be. He was a dork, but in the most adorable way. He talked to her about his love for horse-riding and that his horse was named Toothless. He talked to her about his love for art, as well, and it was clear he had such a passion for those things. Astrid was wrong.
"Wait, so you like horse-riding, too?"
She nodded. “I have a horse named Stormfly back at home by the stables. My mother refused when I asked her if I could ride a horse alone, saying that it was unladylike.”
"I know the feeling," Hiccup replied. "My dad just planned the entire ball, so he could make me mingle and find a woman to marry."
"Anyone catch your eye?"
"Just one," he said as he looked at her from the corner of his eyes and smirked. "I was wondering if she wanted to meet up after tonight and go racing."
She snickered. “And I bet she’d kick your royal behind.”
"Oh, is that a challenge?"
"So I take it as a yes?"
She smiled. “Yes.”
He stood up. “Prepare to be amazed by my raw rider-ness, m’lady.”
She laughed. “'Rider-ness?' Is that even a word?”
"No, it was the only thing I could think of at the moment."
"Well, I will prepare… to beat you," she said, standing up, as well. "Oh, and by the way, I’m not your lady."
He smiled. “I know.”
"Well, at least, not yet."
Her mother would have loved to hear what had happened. Instead, she didn’t tell her. She wanted to be sure of what she was getting herself into. Soon, she will know that he really was worth it. He, too, will feel the same.
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