Astrid's P.O.V.

I crossed my arms and leaned my back against the head of the bed, glaring at Hiccup as he went around the room, opening and closing drawers and doors. "You look mad," he says as he comes back to the bed with a bunch of shopping bags.

"I am mad," I tell him before my eyes dart to the bags in his hands, "Please tell me you have a shirt in there; I don't want to keep having to look at your bare chest." He smirks as he looks at me then strikes a pose, flexing his muscles.

"Likin' the view?" he asks in a husky voice that made me wanna dart out the window and run until I hit ocean. I scoff, turning my head towards the window in disgust. Hiccup laughs before pulling something out of one of the bags and holding it up, showing me that it was a dress. I look at it with narrowed eyes.

"I don't think that'll fit you," I tell him and he rolls his eyes.

"It's not for me. I'm gonna leave for a few minutes, when I come back, I want to see this on you," he orders and my mouth gapes open as he puts the dress on the bed and walks out of the room. 

"HECK NO!!!!" I shout angrily and throw the article of clothing across the room.

5 minutes later

I look at the door as Hiccup walks in, still shirtless. He looks from me to the dress on the floor, and back again. He then smirks slyly as he looks back at me, making me stiffen as he walks toward me. Not able to move from the bed, I freeze as Hiccup crawls on next to me. I yelp as he throws his body on top of mine.

"You seem to want the consequence," he says quietly as he forces me to lay on my back.

"I didn't even know there was gonna be a consequence!" I snap and his eyes flare in confusion.

"What?" he asks.

"Yeah, I just thought you'd keep me here longer until I put it on!" I tell him, hoping it'll get him off me. To my surprise, he shrugs.

"Oh, well," he says and leans toward my cheek.

"Okay, okay, I'll put it on!" I shout, trying to move away but failing miserably. I see him smirk before he rolls away and puts the dress back on the bed.

"Change," he orders before leaving. I grab my bag and take out another pill before swallowing it. I look at the bottle and sigh as I see that there are only a few left. Since Hiccup came back, I've been taking like six or more a day. How am I gonna make it to nightfall with only three left? I use the edge of the bed for balance as I change into the dress that is so far outside my dress code, you can't even see it. I then sit down and massage my temple as I waited for Hiccup. I shouldn't have told Dad that I was hanging out with someone; I should have told him I was about to be kidnapped. And, WHAT WAS HICCUP DOING IN THE BED WITH ME?????!!!!!!! I grab my arms as I hear the door open and foot steps closing in on me. Hiccup gently grabs my chin but I turn my head away, twisting out of his fingers. He chuckles softly as he sits next to me.

"You okay?" he asks and I slam my hands on the mattress.

"No, I'm not okay! I run for my life, lose my leg to you, you force me into a sorry excuse for a dress, then you take my leg again. I trust you enough to fall asleep in your little cove thing, and then I wake up, no idea where I am, with the schools bad boy right next to me, and on top of all that, I'm almost out of pills!" I soon find myself on the verge of panic. I reach for my medicine and take out two of the ovals before popping them in my mouth and swallowing them. I lay back on the bed, holding my head in one hand and clenching and unclenching my other fist.

"I didn't do anything, if that's what you're worried about," Hiccup says.

"Do you honestly think I care? You were in bed with me!" I say and know I've earned myself an eye roll.

"If it makes a difference, I spent the night in my room, came in here to creep you out," he says, holding back a chuckle.

"Well, you've reached your goal," I say as he lays next to me.

"I reached my goal last night," he says and my eyes widen.

"W-what," I ask nervously only to have him put his arm across my chest, holding me down, "are you doing?" I continue the question quickly as I try to get it off.

"Shh, careful now. You don't want to use your last pill, do you?" he asks quietly into my ear.

"Hiccup, please let me go," I say, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

"Can't do that. I have a new goal to reach," he says and I go rigid.

"This is against the law you know," I tell him, my voice tight.

"Astrid, calm down," Hiccup orders, his voice hard with authority.

"Kinda hard to do when you're holding me down!" I shout, trying to keep panic out of my voice.

"Astrid, trust me! You're not thinking clearly," he says. I finally get his arm off me and turn so that my back's to him.

"Have you not tortured me enough?!" I ask, surprised slightly when he doesn't answer in anyway. Suddenly, he forces me to turn back around before holding my shoulders so I stay still.

"What the heck happened to your back?!" he asks, his voice saying that hes trying not to shout.

"The salon happened. It's suction cup therapy," I tell him before he sighs in relief and releases my shoulders. 

"Don't do that to me!" he orders tiredly. I then kick his side.

"Don't do that to you?! Who's the one who made me wake up in unfamiliar surroundings? Who forced me into a car and wouldn't tell me where they're taking me? Who chased me around the track and made me feel like my life was in danger? Who triggered a weird flashback/vision thing? Who made out with me without my consent? Who did I have a crush on all those years ago?! Who?!" I ask, trying my hardest not to shout as I leaned against the back of the bed.