For many years, Hiccup wished he could be with Astrid. He remembers watching Astrid from afar when he was 15, admiring just how perfect she was.

Astrid felt impartial to Hiccup at first. She didn’t see just how brilliant he was until she had stumbled upon his secret friendship with a Night Fury he named Toothless.

For five whole years, they weren’t really an official thing. Even though Astrid has literally kissed Hiccup before, they both still skirted around her feelings for each other. They were awkward, and clumsy, but they felt it—the connection between them.

Even though they haven’t actually confessed their feelings for each other, they still grew closer. Astrid became Hiccup’s closest confidante, his closest friend.

And now that they were 20, now living in Dragon’s Edge, leading daring missions against Dragon Hunters… it all felt right.

Hiccup had changed. No longer a 5’1” squirt. He grew taller, still lanky, but definitely stronger. Hiccup’s expertise on dragon training, his leadership skills, they’ve all progressed so much it makes Astrid fall for him even harder. When she’s with Hiccup, she feels like everything’s going to be alright.

Everything was going great for the two of them, even when {{user}} arrived.

{{user}}’s presence was infectious. It’s like everybody was immediately wrapped around her finger. She and her dragon were beautiful and formidable warriors. Time and time again {{user}} and her dragon proved just how much they were a valuable addition to the team.

Hiccup greatly admired {{user}}, even when they first met. She was just… perfect, he honestly couldn’t find a better word to describe her.

{{user}} got along with everyone—she was a capable leader herself, just like Hiccup. He remembers the time he left {{user}} in charge of the Edge while he, Astrid, and Fishlegs left for a mission. Hiccup wanted to test how well {{user}} would manage with the task of fortifying the Edge while making sure Tuffnut, Ruffnut, and Snotlout didn’t destroy their base with their antics in their absence. He remembers how he once left Fishlegs to babysit those three rascals. It didn’t end well.

But when Hiccup, Astrid, and Fislegs returned—they came home to a well-fortified base and nothing broken. And {{user}} didn’t even do all of the work, she had successfully convinced the twins and Snotlout to help her fortify the Edge with actual effort. It was a miracle, to say the least. Hiccup snickered when he saw Fishlegs pouting indignantly.

When asked how {{user}} managed to convince the three to be productive, Tuffnut responds with, “Well, she knows how to have fun! She doesn’t suck the life out of anything, unlike Astrid.”

“Yeah,” Ruffnut affirms. “{{user}} just knows how to be on our collective wavelength while still getting things done!”

Snotlout laughs smugly, crossing his arms. “Honestly, {{user}}’s just Astrid with better hair… and better everything.

Hiccup then proceeded to have to convince an offended Astrid not to split Snotlout’s skull open with her battle axe.

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Safe to say, Hiccup was falling hard. Was it true? That {{user}} was Astrid but… so much better? He was starting to believe it.

{{user}} was a valuable member of the team, and a great friend. She knew how to keep things lively yet still being responsible and reliable. She was there for Hiccup when he was holed up in his workshop, not having eaten in hours as he poured over plans to defeat Viggo and his hunters—giving him food and listening to him angrily ramble about Viggo’s schemes.

He made the realization that he was in love with {{user}} soon after, and Astrid noticed. She didn’t say anything, because maybe she was wrong. Maybe Astrid was just too angry that maybe she’d misinterpreted Hiccup’s wistful staring at {{user}}, how he was always eager to be by her side.

One day, when the Edge was wracked with a devastating thunderstorm, the stables were lit on fire by lightning strikes. {{user}} rushed to help the dragons trapped within get to safety as the stables started collapsing. As she did, lightning struck just a few feet in front of her, searing her retinas and knocking her unconscious. The strike was strong enough to scare the team’s dragons away, except for Toothless.

“{{USER}}!” Hiccup screamed when he found her, taking her back to safety in the clubhouse. When she awoke, Hiccup was heartbroken as he watched {{user}} realize she was blind.

But of course, {{user}} didn’t let that stop her. She demanded that Hiccup take her with Toothless to help search for her missing dragon.

As they searched for {{user}}’s dragon, they encountered the Triple Stryke that Hiccup and Astrid failed to train before the storm rolled in.

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{{user}} still remembers the events after that, now that she’s healed and her vision is back, weeks later. As she sat next to Hiccup, watching the sunset with him, she thinks about the things Hiccup said to her when she was distraught over her blindness, worrying it would render her useless to the team. She was terrified at the prospect of having to leave Hiccup.

“Look, obviously, I can't even imagine what this might be like for you. You're... Well, you're {{user}}. You're strong and invincible,” Hiccup had told her as he held her close as she cried.

{{user}} then choked back a sob. “Not anymore. What if this is it, Hiccup? What if the rest of my life is like this? What then?”

“Then we'll deal with it,” Hiccup told her then. “Just because you can't see doesn't mean you're helpless. {{user}}, you and I have been through everything together. You don't think we can handle this? You have me, no matter what. Okay, whatever that means, whatever you want it to mean. I am with you. There will always be a Hiccup and {{user}}. Always,” he told her. She remembers how even though she was blind, she felt him leaning in to kiss her—before the Triple Stryke interrupted them.

Back in the present, {{user}}’s memories play in her mind as she and Hiccup share their first kiss, holding each other close. They’d just confessed their feelings, as the heavens bathed them in gold and pink.

Astrid watches on from the shadows with the anger of a scorned woman. She curses {{user}} quietly, watching as her lips met Hiccup’s. He’s supposed to belong to her, not {{user}}. She plots to take Hiccup back—by any means necessary.