The Only Thing I Think About, a how to train your dragon fanfic

"Come on Hiccup," said Astrid with a face of knowing exasperation, as Hiccup tried his best to convince her not to go after the dragon that had ruined her family's honor, "don't tell me you haven't been dreaming about the Flightmare; going after it, learning about it, training it…"

"Well, you know Astrid, uhh, training dragons isn't the only thing I think about."

"Are you actually saying that to me with a straight face?"

Hiccup did indeed look at her with a straight face, thinking about how to respond.

Don't say that you think about her lips!

For the love of Thor, don't say that you also think about her lips!

"I'll have you know that I also spend quite a lot of time thinking about your hips!"

*cricket chirps as Astrid's eyes slowly widen*

"Dah! I mean, lips! I think a lot about your lips…no, wait! That's not thigh...I mean, right! I mean…err…uhh…"

Astrid was turning a shade of red Hiccup had never seen before, and he was pretty sure he was doing the same. The only question was, was she turning red because she was dying of embarrassment and humiliation and wishing to every deity in existence that the ground would just swallow her up…like he was doing? Or was she turning red from anger and about to pummel him into the ground…instead of simply having said ground swallow him up like he had hoped?

Thankfully, Fishlegs interrupted their conversation in just the nick of time (well, not really, since it would have been so much better had Fishlegs shown up just a few seconds before he completely embarrassed himself and when he should've just stuck his single remaining foot into his mouth). Hiccup quickly scrambled over, trying to head him off from making things even more awkward (as if that were possible) by talking to Astrid about the Flightmare.

Astrid just stood there for a moment; eyes still wide as the reddish hue slowly faded from her cheeks (but didn't disappear entirely).

She couldn't help but subtly look down at her armored skirt and observe how it hung off her curvy waist.

Hiccup stood nervously trying (unsuccessfully) to convince Fishlegs not to share his recent findings about the Flightmare. After several moments of insufferable silence from Astrid's direction, his curiosity finally got the better of him and he deemed to look back…

…only to find Astrid actually strutting towards him, with her hips visibly swaying a bit more than usual as she did so.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally caught up with them, and Hiccup had to work his oh-so-stubborn brain very hard in order to avert his gaze upwards and away from her hips.

Astrid just smirked at him.

"You were saying something to Fishlegs about the Flightmare, Hiccup?"

"F-Flightmare? What's a Flightmare?"

Her smirk grew into a smile as Hiccup turned bright red again in realization and embarrassment.

"Oh…yeah…right…the Flightmare."

Well at least it was nice to know that he did think of something besides training dragons all day long…even if it was just thinking of training something else instead.