When Hiccup came upon his girlfriend—fixing her hair from an unusually windy flight—he hadn’t expected to be greeted with such offense.
“Hiccup!” Astrid hissed. “Don’t—don’t look!”
He paused between trees. “Erm… why?”
Aside from her removed furs and a slightly askance skirt, she appeared decent enough.
Astrid gathered her hair over her shoulder and held it, twisted, in both hands as though she were trying to keep it hidden as best she could. She scowled. Her cheeks, vermillion, flexed with the clenching of her jaw.
“Because,” she ground out, “my… just… let me put my hair back up.”