A/N : So... SCHOOL BREAK FINALLY! Gah, I CANNOT wait until Christmas! Reviewers/Readers, you rock my socks. Really.
By The Elven-Spear: "Say, do the Vikings have coffee? Maybe you could do a prompt where the Vikings encounter coffee for the FIRST. TIME. EVER. Considering they sound like Irish Vikings, they could probably pillage some rich Brit's ship and find some coffee."
For what the most of the vikings lacked in brains, they made up for in brawn. Most of their new discoveries were madebecause of their sense of adventure. This was no exception for their newest one.
Stoick had arrived back at his home happy, hauling something over his shoulder. Hiccup had been sitting innocently on the couch with Astrid, but, as his father bounded through the door, jumped up to land on his unsteady foot as if guilty of something. Astrid was amused, while the chief figured that his son had not changed much in the two week duration he had been absent for.
"Hey, Dad," Hiccup said, walking over to the entrance to great him. "How was your trip?"
He had gone with a group of strong willed vikings back to the Dragons' nest to see if there was anything new to find there that would help the villagers with their new, flying companions. While they didn't find anything useful there, they did find another ship docked on the island. They had been low on food, so they robbed the ship of whatever they could get their hands on and shoved off.
Stoick was extremely proud of one particular drink.
"It was great!" he replied. He set down the bag on the floor, looking down at his son. "Would you two like a drink? We found something excellent to make one!" They both replied positively, and the large man disappeared into the kitchen to brew up his findings. After a few minutes, he came out with two mugs and gave them to the teens.
He stood straight, heading for the door again. "I have to leave to talk to the elder," he announced as his farewell before leaving. The house was silent.
"So what do you think it's called?" Astrid asked.
Hiccup shrugged, pointing a thumb to the abandoned bag. "That says coffee. Whatever that is. Dad says it's pretty good, though.
She grimaced. "Your dad also used to eat raw whale blubber."
"That was one time—" Astrid cut off the rest of his statement with a laugh before raising her mug to her lips. She rose a brow at him over the rim of the cup before taking a tentative sip. With the scowl, she put it down on the table. "What's wrong with it?" Hiccup asked.
"It's really bitter."
He looked at her curiously before taking a small sip of his own. After that, he took a larger gulp. "I think it's awesome!" He finished off his cup quickly, and Astrid offered him her own. Ecclesiastically, he quickly chugged that large mug, also.
"Thirsty, much?" Astrid said sarcastically. Hiccup however, didn't respond. He had a strange, concentrated look on his face before his left eye started twitching. "Hiccup...?"
"Wooooo!" Hiccup literally lept off the couch, bouncing to stand in front of Astrid. "I feel great! That was so amazing, Astrid! You gotta feel what it feels like after drinking that much. Want more? I can go run and get my dad; I bet I'll be back in, like, a minute tops. Well? Do you? How about a walk? No, a run! I feel so, so energized! I can't sit down, I think I'll explode. Oh, I have an idea, let's go cliff diving! That sounds fun, doesn't it?"
All this left Hiccup's mouth in a jumbled, thrown together mess. Astrid looked at him wearily. "Are you okay?"
"I already told you! I'm fine. Just fine. Great. Better than great! You know what? I want some more!" He made a move as if to run for the door, but Astrid stopped him by grabbing onto his arm.
"I don't think you need anymore," she said firmly. Hiccup visibly deflated, but grabbed her hand, dragging her toward the door. "Where are we going?"
"Out! I need to do—something! Or I'll die. Or burst into flames. Ouch, that would hurt, wouldn't it? Fire's really hot. I wonder how dragons can breath it without getting mortally injured. Do you know?" Hiccup kept rambling, walking fast around the village. For the most part, Astrid ignored him. But after twenty minutes of this, her legs were getting tired and she seriously needed a break.
How would she get Hiccup to calm down? He was obviously overly-hyper. Probably from all that damn coffee. In the short time they'd been together, she'd never seen him this crazy. And, honestly, she didn't know what to do.
He was now taking up saying hello to everything they passed; the people, the trees, the rocks, the houses, the dirt, etc.. People were giving them strange stares and she vaguely wondered if someone would alert Stoick that his son had gone man.
"Hiccup!" she said, interrupting a rant about her hair. She flushed, but continued. "You need to slow down. This is getting out of hand?"
"Slow down?" he said incredulously. "No, no, no, no, no, no. No, Astrid. No, I need to speed up! Let's run!" He grabbed her hand, ready to take off, but she jerked him towards her, kissing him forcibly. She knew Hiccup still wasn't used to her affections and he froze, not responding. When she pulled away, he had a goofy smile on his face, replacing his deranged one.
"What was I saying again?" he said, and she was happy he had slowed down enough for her to make up the words. She smiled, taking his hand in hers to walk back to his house.
"That you were never, under any circumstances, having coffee again."
A/N : Short, short, short! But, I gotta say, I love hyper!Hiccup. Makes me happy.
I don't know if I'll be writing anymore before Christmas, so HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE! LOVE YOU!
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