As she watched Hiccup, she admired him. Truly she did! But, there was something that triggered a jealousy deep inside her. She sat on the Pier, her legs kicking over the side.
- - - - -
It was how much harder she'd had it growing up. The dedication to training, she'd needed to work twice as hard to be taken half as seriously. Even now, some of the village women still dismissed it as a phase. A tomboy-ish streak she had to get out of her system.
She'd built up her muscles, and prowess despite everything. Her thoughts drifted, wondering if she'd had the opportunity to be the chief's son. To have had hiccup's chances, wouldn't she have grown into a more manly figure. Wouldn't she have become a greater champion and defender for the village.
Naturally, the thought of Hiccup growing up with her life also came to mind. Would she apply that fascinating mind to beautifying herself, and enhancing her femininity. Surely someone as slender as Hiccup would flourish as a graceful woman, rather than struggle to be accepted as a man.
- - - - -
Certainly, Astrid didn't expect any answers to these questions. The light caught on the waves, and the white crest. She snorted in amusement, able to assemble a vague face from the different patterns.
As she watched, it seemed to be clearer, more recognisable with every passing moment. The waves continued to roll, and rebound from the pier. But, the face seemed to remain despite the changes.
"Ægir..." she half muttered the name of the Sea god.
The face seemed to smile, answering her single word, as if it were a question. The face winked, before the waves erased any trace of humanity from their ebbing and flowing.
Startled, Astrid planted his hands heavily on the pier, and propelled himself to his feet. The strength was alien, and his arms bulged with muscles. Not the svelte toned arms, she'd had. But, bulging muscles, and true strength.
"Astor Haddock"
Instinctively, she looked around. Somehow, she knew that was his name. That everyone knew him.. HIM!, as the son of the Chief.
That shock was still filtering through his brain, as he spotted Hiccup sashay towards him. She was tall, and curvy. Slender without being weak, but blessed with a bust, and incredible hips, and a rump that shimmied.
Astor was still taking it in, still adjusting when Hicca Hofferson reached him. The kiss she planted on him, was possessive, and demanding. She was claiming her man before the whole village. Well, the ones near the pierside anyway.
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