A/N: Hello and welcome, my peoples. This is the first sequel I have ever written (because I have only finished one chaptered fic ever. That could be the cause of that.) Anyway, if you haven't read Consequences, first off I wish you would and second, you don't need to to understand this fic. And so, to those who have read and to those who haven't…

Enjoy.

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I'm not quite sure what I did to piss her off this badly. I mean, yeah, she spends half her time raging at me for one thing or another (Viking blood. She can't help it), but usually there is a reason behind it.

Actually, I'm kinda enjoying it this time. Sometime during her furious rampage her hair came loose. I love that. At this point, I can barely control myself. I wanna reach out and touch it… but I already lost a foot. I'd like my hands to remain attached for as long as I can swing it.

Blue fire is an interesting concept but it's in her eyes. One of the most beautiful things I've seen. Haha. She's breaking things by this point. I don't really mind. It's nothing I'll miss. Growing up constantly losing your home to fires caused by dragons makes you grow less attached to material goods. And besides, Vikings build things to last. She won't do much damage. Hopefully. She's got her ax now. Crap. There goes the table. Ah, well. Toothless is backed up in the corner, useless coward. Isn't he supposed to help protect me? Seems to be more concerned with saving himself at this point, making a sound a mix between a growl and a whimper. Astrid's Deadly Nadder is off somewhere, which is probably for the best. She feeds off her mistress's moods. I kinda like NOT having our house burned to the ground by a pissy dragon. Shit. She's had enough destroying our material possessions. She's coming for me now. Shit.

"I. Cannot. Believe. YOU!"

"I know. I'm sorry." Still don't know what I'm supposed to have done but I figure it's best just to apologize. Judging by the look on her face, however, 'sorry' isn't going to be enough.

"Sorry for what… exactly?" Astrid asked, deceptive calm.

"For… making you angry?" The look on her face was apparently enough to send Toothless into action. He stepped forward, growling at Astrid. She whirled and glared at him.

"You stay out of this!" He whimpered and retreated to his corner. She turned her attention back on me.

"You don't know what you've done?" That calm voice. Scariest thing I've ever heard. I swallowed hard.

"…No?" She sighed angrily and got closer. I could see that she was beyond angry… but to see that fire and passion in her eyes… I couldn't help myself!

I grabbed her and pulled her lips to mine. She had her arms wrapped around my neck before she even realized we had moved. I bent her back a bit and she made that addicting thrumming in the back of her throat. I pulled her even closer… and she pulled my hair. I wasn't even aware she'd moved her hands until I gasped at the sudden pain. I bit her lower lip and she growled into my mouth. As I subtly moved us towards the bed, I remembered exactly why I loved everything about her: the temper, the raging, the light in her eyes, the love in her heart. Astrid Hofferson Haddock is many things and does things her way… and half-assed is not in her vocabulary.

Passion is in everything she does and it's what makes my life with her so damn special.