A/N: This was really prompted by a listener call on the Danny Baker Show on Radio about a celebrity paying for his meal because he mistakenly thought the caller and his friend had just gotten engaged. And then I watched 'Notting Hill' and the star-crossed romance came in. Of course, that would be fairly easy to sort out…or would it? Add in celebrity, a psychopathic girlfriend and misunderstandings galore and see what happens…

DISCLAIMER: I still don't own How To Train Your Dragon. Rights remain with Cressida Cowell and Dreamworks.

One: Arrival

"We are coming in for final approach. Could all crew take their seats and prepare for landing. I repeat, we are landing in Berk Airport in less than five minutes. We hope you have enjoyed your flight with Archipelago Air."

Astrid Hofferson, the most famous sportswoman to ever come from Berk, sighed as the airplane dipped through the clouds and the precipitous geography of her home island came into view. Berk was so small that the commercial carriers didn't even do First Class, only Business and the seats were so limited her agent had needed to contact the airline District Manager to ensure she was allocated Business Class seats despite all being sold out.

She rested her head back as they circled and came in for final approach and closed her eyes. The main town was very steep with a small mountain forming what was known as the 'upper village' so the airport had been built on the flatter part of the island over the main ridge from the town in what had once been forest. The plane juddered slightly and then, with the slightest bump, they touched down. She waited for the sudden roar of reverse thrust to die down and the plane to move sedately onto the taxiway to take its stand before she unclipped her belt and stood, reaching down her bag and taking first place in the line for the doors. The cabin crew were staring at her but she met their eye steadily, her steely sea blue eyes and determined expression warning them from saying anything.

When the door opened, she was first off, because she hated waiting. Astrid was single-minded and impatient, an intelligent and fierce competitor who had known what she wanted to do and had ruthlessly done everything required to achieve her goals. She was a star across the Archipelago and beyond, her arresting looks almost as frequently featured on fashion magazine and gossip websites as they were on the sports feeds. As the Captain of the Archi Valkyries and the Archipelago national team, she was a global star courted by many of the main European and US soccer clubs and she had recently launched her own clothing and perfume lines. She adjusted her soft oxblood leather jacket and strode down onto the tarmac, then headed as directed to the single terminal.

In truth, she hadn't been planning to visit home at this time because the season was in full swing and her time was precious-but her mother was having a big birthday-one of the ones ending in '0'-so non-attendance had never been an option. So she was flying in two days before the big day and was booked to leave the morning after the party on the morning flight out to Vilnius to join the team for the World Cup Qualifier against Lithuania. She was waved through Passport Control and rewarded the officer with a smile and a few words: it cost nothing to be charming and she was hugely popular on her home island. She willingly signed an autograph-even though it held up the line-because the man had begged for his daughter and as she was waved on, the smile had lasted longer than usual. Somehow, being back on Berk did that for Astrid. She was home, with people who were uncomplicated and not out for everything they could get.

Her baggage was priority but there was still a long wait and she scanned her texts and social media profile, checking her twitter feed and smiling as her team wished her a safe trip. She was just sending a message to home when the belt rumbled into life was relieved that her baby blue suitcase was the first off. Primly, she gathered it and walked through customs and out into the main airport…

…straight into the tall young man.

Both ended on the floor, along with Astrid's hand luggage and her suitcase and as she scrambled to get up, she glared fiercely at the man she had slammed into. He was tall, lean and lanky, almost a head taller than her and winded by the impact. His face was lightly freckled with pale skin and a sharp jaw, his luminous emerald eyes wide with shock. His dark auburn hair was tousled and wispy, cut just above the collar and framed his shocked face. Above him, the athletic shape of the young woman was glaring fiercely at him, her sparkling blue eyes angry and her beautiful face determined. Her long blonde hair was braided over her left shoulder, her fists clenched as she watched him gather himself and lever himself to his feet.

"What the Hel do you think you're doing?" she scolded him. He stared at her and gaped in shock.

"What? How-how was that my fault?" he stammered, his light, slightly nasal voice affronted. "I was just standing there when you ran into me!"

"You clearly weren't looking!" the blonde woman accused him angrily.

"Sorry-why should I have to look when I'm standing still?" he asked her sarcastically. "I supposed if you ran into an innocent pillar or wall, you'd blame them for not watching out either?" Her eyes widened at the sharp response and then her delicate blonde brows dipped.

"Good comparison-because you're clearly about as useful as an inanimate object," she snapped.

"Why weren't you looking where you were going?" he snarked back. "Too busy watching your reflection in the shop fronts?" There was an awkward silence for a second and his mouth moved into a lopsided smile. "Oooh…that was it! So I get knocked down because you're so vain…"

"You should have been looking!" she raged at him. "I mean, I have just endured a long flight across the Archipelago and…"

"You do know this is an airport and everyone arriving here has been through a long flight?" he asked her sarcastically. "This is Berk! We're a long flight from everywhere! Just what makes you so special you expect everyone to bow and scrape and move out of your way?" She stared at him and took a short breath.

"But you weren't looking because you were on your phone," she accused him, handing over the device. He accepted it back and tucked it in the pocket of his jacket, his emerald eyes unabashed.

"Whether I was looking at my phone or staring at the floor, it doesn't excuse you walking slap bang into me!" he scolded her shortly and she finally blushed, her honesty overcoming her anger. Astrid Hofferson was accurate, agile and poised-she was actually embarrassed that she had run into this guy and she sighed.

"Okay, I'm sorry, okay?" she snapped ungraciously, gathering her belongings and not looking at the young man.

"Real sincere," he commented sarcastically, folding his arms as she dodged and saw her hand luggage. She pointed.

"Excuse me-could you possibly stop standing there being a smart-ass and say, get out of my way so I could collect my bags and get the Hel out of here?" she snapped and he glanced round then bent to retrieve the bag and handed it to her.

"Be my guest…" he frowned and then he paused, his hand still closed on the bag. "Astrid Hofferson?" She frowned.

"Yes, I am Astrid…" she paused and then frowned, her eyes narrowing. "Hiccup Haddock?" The young man nodded and a small smile lifted his lips.

"Guilty as charged!" he replied more cheerfully. "Wow. Our local celebrity slammed into me at the airport. Must be my lucky day. Whoo me."

She smiled, despite herself for Hiccup was a reminder of her past at Berk High. The son of the Mayor, Hiccup had been skinny, small and sarcastic but good-hearted. He never mentioned his father and always worked hard, always helping his friends out. And he had been bullied because of his size and his nerdiness, despite or perhaps because he was the Mayor's son. Yet there had been a few people who had been friends to him-Fishlegs, the crazy twins, Heather and Astrid. The jocks had been shocked that the school's star athlete had befriended nerdy Hiccup and had redoubled their persecution of the the boy but he had borne the bullying bravely…until Astrid had found out.

She smiled, her eyes drifting up to inspect the tall, lean shape. How could she not have recognised him? But he was taller and must have shot up after she left and his features had matured to transform the skinny freckled boy to the handsome specimen facing her with his arresting eyes. She had cornered the jocks in the canteen and called them out, exposing their cowardice in picking in the skinny runt. To their surprise, a substantial proportion of the students had backed her, because Hiccup had never failed to help anyone who asked. He had been embarrassed but grateful and they had been almost inseparable…until coming up to High School Graduation when she was scouted by the soccer leagues. When the Valkyries came calling, she couldn't resist and she left two days before graduation, accepting her diploma in absentia as she played her first game in the big leagues.

And they had just drifted apart. She had meant to keep in contact but her life had become a whirl of training, media commitments, games, post-match appointments and club events until the only people she still contacted were her parents. Time had sprinted by and her stardom had increased as life and commitments outside soccer consumed her…until she became Astrid Hofferson, Captain of the Valkyries and the National Team and founder of the 'Team Astrid' clothing line. She was a role model and a fashion icon and sports star and she had just forgotten her former friends…until now. She put the bag down.

"Hiccup-gods, you've…" She gestured and he grinned.

"You just gestured to all of me," he said and chuckled. "Not quite the runt I was at School-though haven't expanded that way much…" He gestured to his waist. "Still a fishbone. But you…fame, fortune, fashion…" She shook her head.

"It's all nonsense," she admitted. "I play soccer…pretty well. The rest is just…" She shrugged.

"So why-why are you here?" he asked her, his eyes sparkling. She shrugged.

"Mom's birthday," she admitted. "I would have to leave the planet if I failed to show!" He nodded.

"I think Dad and I are ordered to attend as well," he admitted. "I mean, your Dad is one of my Dad's closest friends so I would have to join you on that rocket off Midgard if I failed to attend!" His smile was genuine and she found herself smiling back.

"What have you been up to?" she asked and then she glanced at her watch. "Oh Thor! My parents will be worried!" He smiled.

"No worries," he said gently. "We can catch up at the party…' But she shook her head.

"We both know that won't happen," she told him firmly. "I'll be with Mom and everyone will want to know what I've been doing…"

"Me too," he muttered. She smiled and held her hand out.

"Phone!" she demanded.

"Are you going to steal that?" he asked her teasingly as he handed it over and unlocked it. She stabbed her number into his contacts as 'Astrid' and then phoned herself so she could have his number. Then she handed the phone back, grinning smugly.

"Treasure it," she told him. "Almost no one has my cell number."

"Which would be why we lost contact?" he smirked.

"Actually, it's because our team has to deal with stalkers and fanatical fans," she told him.

"You do know the term 'fan' is short for 'fanatic' so that's an oxymoron…" he pointed out sarcastically. She swatted his shoulder and he faked a yelp. "Oh, the pain…"

"Big baby boo," she scoffed. "Look-what are you doing tomorrow night?" His eyes widened comically and he gaped.

"Wow. Can't resist all this raw Vikingness?" he managed. She sniggered with laughter.

"Not-I'm resisting with all my might," she smirked. "But I want to catch up. Is the Meade Hall restaurant still open?" He nodded. "Can you book a table. Say…7.30? We can catch up…" She paused and saw his face. "That is…if you want to…" she added, suddenly uncertain. But he smiled at her and nodded.

"No, I'd really like that," he admitted. "Um…it's a date!" She smiled and collected her bag, then lunged forward and pecked a kiss on his cheek.

"I'm looking forward to it," she admitted and grinned. "See you tomorrow!" And then she walked off. Stunned, Hiccup stared after her, blinking. Astrid was the last person he was expecting to see and the fact she had run into him and attacked in true Astrid fashion had completely thrown him. And now he had a date to meet up with his former friend to catch up.

"Thor-how am I going to explain this?" he sighed as a hand slipped through his arm.

"Who was that?" He turned to see the familiar blonde shape of his girlfriend, her blue eyes narrow and accusing. He turned to her and kissed her on the cheek.

"An old friend…someone I never expected to see again," he admitted. "She bumped into me and we got talking…"

"Eyes front, mister!" the girl told him sharply. "You're mine." The familiar frisson of annoyance at her possessiveness was pushed aside as usual and he smiled and kissed her again.

"Of course I am, Bella," he reassured her, then grabbed her bag. "How was your flight, Milady?"

"Don't change the subject," she told him firmly. "You're not seeing her again, are you?" The warning was in her tone and honestly, he had no idea why he answered the way he did.

"Of course not," he said swiftly, resenting the command in her voice. "You're the only one for me."