Hi dearest readers, I've just started a tumblr (haddocksortails, what else?) and I'll post my drabbles there too.

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He knew it was the worst idea ever the moment he said it. Now she was sitting on top of him - he normally gave his blessings when she did this - but this time she was also holding a sharp hunting knife to his throat that brought back the memories of long lost nightmares her fierce attitude once had given him.

"Listen," he started with a cracked and somewhat terrified voice; the cold blade was uncomfortably close to his sensitive Adam's apple. "Listen, Astrid, I take it back. All of it, okay?"

"Nope. You meant it seriously." The sharp object at his throat was really disturbing.

He sighed - slowly and carefully.

"Dearest Astrid Hofferson, I, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, hereby declare that I take back each and every one of my offending words."

It didn't work, she just leaned closer to him and the blade was still there.

He wanted to gulp but reconsidered it.

"It was just some stupid and irrational male bravado that made me say that I would most likely win every dragon race against you, even with blindfolds. Obviously, I wrongfully assumed it, you and Stormfly are brilliant racers."

Astrid didn't move for a while, she just looked at him with evil eyes and tight lips and then she reached for the scarf around her neck, untangled it and dropped it on his face.

He knew what he had to do. He knew he shouldn't have bragged about his dragon racing talents. He knew that Astrid became vengeful when it came to competition.

"Alright then," he groaned sounding miserable and with as little movement as possible, he covered his eyes with it, tying it loosely behind the back of his head.

Disturbingly, there was no movement for a while, but then she got off from his lap, settling right next to him. The blade remained where it was.

After a moment of pause, her free hand suddenly landed on the front of his pants.

"Okay," he started with a faint giggle, "You know, Astrid, it's not exactly a thing that works at knife point... so don't expect it to stand up and salute you when you're threatening its master."

His witty words fell flat. Her fingers were now fiddling with the buckle of his belt and in no time they slipped underneath the thick cloth, finding their way to his sleeping dragon… He endured the gentle strokes but he thought, he wasn't exactly in the mood...

A few seconds later, it became almost painfully obvious for Hiccup that this particular thing didn't have a master but a mistress.