Authors Note: Firstly, hello it's really nice to meet you and thank you so much for stopping by to take a look at my little old story, that's really nice of you! Secondly, this is my first HTTYD story ever so it should be very, very interesting and I hope you stick around for the ride, it'll be fun. It's a modern au, which I thought would be an exciting twist on the story. Thirdly, since I am in school, the story has to come after that on my list of responsibilities so updates will be once a week (I'm hoping!). And fourth, I hope you enjoy, I'm a little rusty since I haven't written in a while but hopefully it isn't too bad. I've been bottling up my hiccstrid feels for ages and really needed an outlet. (God, they are so cute) Anyways, enjoy and let me know what you think. Feedback is highly appreciated.

YOU'LL BE MINE AND I'LL BE YOURS

CHAPTER ONE: GREEN EYES, FRECKLES AND A SMILE.

WARNING: MILD SWEARING.

So yeah, maybe things weren't all too good. Maybe they were far from good, but fuck, Astrid was trying. She was fighting and yeah maybe she hadn't spoken to her parents since Christmas and it was now nearing spring time and maybe they were still angry at her for blowing up at their party or maybe it was something else, she couldn't quite remember. And maybe university was kicking the crap out of her and she was extremely annoyed with her roommate Ruff whom was also her best friend but she would be able to manage it. She'd promised herself that she would. So yes, things sucked right now but that was her life.

She rubbed her face; she needed coffee – or alcohol- or maybe both. Yeah, both sounded good. But she didn't think she had either at her house so she made a mental note to drop by the grocery and liquor store on her way home from class tomorrow. Astrid yawned, pushing the covers away from her body in a poor attempt to get started with her day. She'd stepped out into the hallway and met Ruff who was brushing her teeth, eyes fighting to stay open.

"When'd you get in last night?" she asked on a yawn.

"I honestly have no idea, had a good time though," she spluttered, flecks of toothpaste flicking onto the mirror.

Astrid forced a smile, thinking about ridiculous how she was. Ruff had been out on dates, which she presumed turned into sex, almost every night since Eret had broken up with her. Something about not really being into her that much anymore or some bullshit excuse guys like to use. All she knows is that Ruff has never cried for a guy, instead she goes straight to looking for a replacement. Astrid could really learn from that. She hadn't been on a date since she and Shane (or Snot as they so lovingly liked to call him) had ended their two year relationship over something rash that she knew hadn't and would never matter. But she held on it and hoped one day the hole would be filled. It didn't help that his father was friends with her father and that he had been the guy she'd fought with at her parents Christmas party in front of all of their cooperate acquaintances.

"Who were you out with again?" she asked, switching places with Ruff in the bathroom. "I can't remember."

"It was the guy from the video game store," Ruff explained but Astrid stared at her blankly, her memory still vacant. "The one that sat next to me in my Philosophy class a few times. Fishlegs, remember?" Astrid almost choked at the mention of his name. Fishlegs.

"Is that his real name? Because it if is, you've really hit rock bottom Ruff."

She punched Astrid's arm lightly, scoffing. "His name is Felix or something… we didn't talk much about it since he prefers to go by his nickname." There was an awkward pause in which Astrid grimaced at her friend because this guy sounded so fucking weird. "Think whatever you want, he was sweet and I managed to not have sex with him after and I was thinking that I might see him again." And then Astrid did actually choked on her toothpaste this time. It was the most wonderfully horrible thing she'd ever heard from Ruff. Because she barely did relationships, she was more sex and fun (hence the nickname) and maybe that made Astrid feel a little better about how her life was headed romantically. But shit, she was planning to go out with a guy who liked to go by Fishlegs and by the sounds of it, it was pretty serious meaning she'd be the only heartbroken fool in the apartment.

"That's great Ruff," she said lowly, walking past her into the kitchen where she proceeded to fill a mug with juice. She had a paper for her bio class to write and her advisor had asked to see her. Just as she was about to rattle off a few more to do's, Ruff gripped her shoulder.

"I was going to see him today and was thinking like, he's got this friend that's kinda cute and so maybe you should come with me."

"No," she glared, feeling unrightfully angry. "I have actual responsibilities to attend to unlike you."

"Oh come on, stop being so butthurt, seriously it sucks to be friends with you."

"I love you too," Astrid mumbled, taking a long gratifying sip of her drink.

"No seriously, when are you gonna let go of that thing with that Snot kid? He was an uptight loser."

"Insulting my ex isn't gonna make me feel better or go out with who ever your new nerd friend is."

"Come on, Fishlegs said that Hiccup-"

"Hiccup? You've got to be fucking kidding me," Astrid grunted.

She persisted anyways. "Fishlegs said that Hiccup just got out of a relationship and has been really depressed and he can't focus on us until he's doing better," she paused to gauge Astrid's reaction, continuing when she looked less hostile. "And that made me realize that your also fucking depressed and just out of a relationship and why not set you two up since I really need Fishlegs to focus on me because like fuck he's all poetic and its such a turn on. So, like I told him that you'd tag along today to meet Hiccup."

She groaned, "Ruff how many times have I told you, I'm not ready to go out with anyone yet."

"Astrid come on, just do me this one little favor so I can have beautiful poetic sex with my soon to be English major boyfriend."

Astrid really didn't want to, she really wanted to sit alone all day and drink juice and then get drunk until the empty parts of her didn't hurt so much but fuck she couldn't. Not when the future of Ruff's totally stable and healthy relationship was in her hands. Not after the severity that she'd been hurt by Eret. Sure she could hang out with some heartbroken loser for a few hours while Ruff and her Romeo went off and had fun.

"Fine," Astrid mumbled, she was far too nice perhaps. "But you are so buying me pizza later."

Ruff smiled.

Later, Astrid was tugging her jacket tighter around her body, entering the small video game store on the corner of 4th and Conwell, a dingy kinda road near the University. For some reason she felt nervous and tried to cover the lethal feelings with annoyance that Ruff seemed to notice.

"Stop making that face, you'll scare all the little boys."

"I thought that was the plan," Astrid replied, trying to ward off the March chill.

As the entered, the obnoxious bell chimed overhead and the few costumers and employees turned their heads towards them, including a fluffy looking boy who had dusty blonde hair and cheeks that puffed out when he smiled. He basically screamed Fishlegs. He shoved the shoulder of the much skinner boy leaning over a basket of cd cases, trying to sort them. As he straightened out, Astrid felt something in her gut, something strange like endearment, like she was going to blush at how cute he was. He was tall; with lanky limbs almost close enough to be considered lean. He was wearing large glasses and had a splash of light freckles over his cheeks and a bush of unruly reddish brown hair, the most vivid green eyes and gosh she shouldn't have like it. Sure he was nothing like the beefy, rich boys that she'd dated in the past but Hiccup (she was assuming) was actually good looking. Handsome even. In a nerdy kind of way. But nonetheless handsome. And she would never admit that to anyone.

"Ruff, hi!" Fishlegs exclaimed, jolting to engulf her in a hug. Astrid shuffled to the side, slightly more annoyed by the fact that despite hardly knowing each other it was obvious that the two were into each other, which erased the small hope within her that maybe this whole thing was temporary or fragile like a test run. But it wasn't and she would have to deal with the two of them being lovey dovey while she ate ice cream and cried over animal captivity documentaries and continued to make a mess of her life.

"Fishlegs, this is my friend Astrid, remember the rich, heartbroken one I told you about?" He nodded, turning towards Astrid with a gentle smile and yeah he really was poetic Astrid realized.

"Hey, I'm Felix Ingerman but you can call me Fishlegs."

"Yeah, I already got the memo. And hey," Astrid was trying to be warm. Emphasis on the trying.

By then, his lanky friend had trailed along behind him and was also smiling and why was everyone so god damned happy here? "Hey I'm Hiccup," he greeted, waving at the two of them, who waved back introducing themselves and it was all so fucking weird. An uncomfortable tension surrounded the room as Ruff licked her lips and stared at Fishlegs and Astrid was undeniably confused with her taste in men. Fishlegs looked oblivious as Ruff slid her hands around his bicep, steering him further into the store, whispering something in her ears that made his ears turn red. Yup that was Ruff. Ever flirtatious and entirely sex obsessed.

"And then there were two…" Hiccup murmured. Astrid looked towards him with furrowed brows and a heavy feeling in her stomach. She felt angry for some reason. Angry and tired and she wanted to go home.

"We don't have to do this, talk to each other I mean, like this is probably really awkward for you and I know your just doing this for your friend, because I am. So we don't actually have to try and you know… turn this into something when it's obvious it wont."

She knew that indicating even the slightest bit of interest in Hiccup was wrong because it felt like she was trying to one up Ruff and not be the only single person in the apartment and she wasn't emotionally ready to be out there and no matter what Hiccup was like, he deserved better than that. He examined her expression for a few seconds before mumbling something incoherent beneath his breath and bowing his head, walking away.