Care (HTTYD oneshot)
"I can take care of myself.“
“But you won’t, will you? Because lately you’ve been rushing into things without a care whether or not you live or die. But some of us do care.” Astrid clenched her fists in frustration, wishing there was a way for him to see. He always took the risk if he believed his plan would work, she knew that, yet in the past few weeks or so, he’d been rushing into danger blindly, trying to save everyone.
Everyone but himself.
She hated the way her heart stopped every time he was in danger which happened more often than it should be. She hated the feeling of being completely hopeless when he was out there, risking his life, and she was miles away, physically and mentally. She hated she could never predict his next move, help him without asking how to help. Astrid felt as though even Hiccup himself never knew what he was going to do next – he just did what he believed was right in that exact moment. As much as she admired him, his selflessness and courage, she hated the carelessness that was tied to his every move, the lack of thought when it came to consequences of his actions.
She hated how much she cared.