Hiccup's watercolor sketch of Astrid featured in tonight's installment of the holiday, short story Hiccup and the Snoggletog Gifts
****Hiccup and the Snoggletog Gifts: Part 7
Narrator: On the frosty morning of Snoggletog, Astrid awoke from her sleep to the sound of an enourmous THUD
. Her Viking reflexes instantly triggered, she rolled out of bed, cradling her double-edged ax and stealthfully crossed her room and down the long, narrow flight of stairs.
And then the sound came again ….
…. from the front door!
And the handle was fidgeting!
“Someone’s trying to break in,” she thought, strategically raising her ax. “…. OH! THEY’RE AFTER OUR SNOGGLETOG PRESENTS!”
Swiftly side-stepping to the front door, Astrid waited for the door handle to stop moving and quietly undid the lock latch.
With a deep breath ….
…. she held the ax with one hand and grabbed the handle with the other ….
…. and yanked the front door open with a chilling, Viking war cry!
Narrator: And then she froze in her tracks at the door’s threshold, perplexed as she looked down at ….
…. Fishlegs ….
…. his legs and arms squirming as he wiggled about on the front landing on his stomach!
:”Fish! What are you doing?! I almost split your head in two!”
(embarrassed):”I ---- uh ---- well ---- I slipped on the ice here and was trying to pull myself up by the door handle.”
Narrator: Astrid deposited her ax inside the house and leaned over to help Fishlegs stand back up …. which was no easy feat as his feet slipped and slid in scissor motion all over the landing …. all the while, the strong but quite dwarfed Astrid attempted to keep the giant teen from falling down the stairs.
(high-pitched voice):”You know, your family should really clean off your landing more often! Someone could get hurt!”
Narrator: With Fishlegs safely set back on sure footing, Astrid turned her attention to a question burning in her mind.
:”Fishlegs, why are you at my door so early on Snoggletog morning?!”
(stammering):”I – uh --- well someone ---- I was ----“
:”Oh for THOR’S SAKE, Fishlegs, just spit it out!”
Narrator: With a quick blur from one of his meaty hands, Fishlegs thrust a rolled piece of yellowed parchment into Astrid’s face.
:”Happy Snoggletog from a secret admirer!”
Narrator: And as Astrid launched a volley of questions at him, the large Viking hastily slipped and skated out of control down the icy stairs and street.
Narrator: Raising an eyebrow, Astrid shook her head as she listened to Fishlegs' fading shouts:
:”….. Hey! No! I want to go the other way! Oh come one you stupid feet! …. Okay …. I guess I’ll just ….. take the long way back home …..”
Narrator: Her gaze returning to the scroll in her hand. ”Secret admirer,”
she thought with a grin as she carefully undid the twine securing the paper …..
….. and opened it.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Artist's Note: Watercolor on Watercolor Paper