A frown stretched itself across his lips. Gods, did he ever feel guilty.
"Of course," he accepted. His gaze was cast downwards as he placed his belongings on the table; the bag and dragon. With that done, he gave Astrid a quick wink and jogged away.
Now the question was, where would there be ice? I first aid station, perhaps? He jogged down the gravel path, searching for an indication on where a station may be. When he finally found one, his features flashed with relief. Until he spotted a familiar face.
"Snotlout." He muttered, walking up to the table. "What are you doing here?"
The boy in question sneered, bringing his brazen arms on to the wooden table. “I work here, genius. I’m kind of sitting here, so it should be obvious.” His thick brows went downwards, indicating he was not amused. “Shouldn’t you be in you room? Shut out from the real world?” Snotlout huffed and added, “pet.” In the harshest way possible.
Hiccup only scowled and looked passed the boy. “I need ice.”
"Why, did you get a boo-boo?" Snotlout taunted.
With a disgruntled huff, Snotlout stood and reached into a bin below him- a cooler, most likely. Instead of nicely handing it to the boy, he smashed the pack into his face. “There you go.”
Hiccup shook his head, not willing to say anything, and left.
Astrid sighed gratefully the moment Hiccup handed the bag of ice over to her. Thank the gods she’d been wearing a scoop-neck shirt because she tugged it off her injured shoulder to place the frosty pack to her wad of bandages padding the area. “Oh that feels like Valhalla.”
Of course, she hadn’t been idle while he’d been gone. Nodding to the corndogs beside her she cast him a weary grin. “Apparently if I holler at that guy long enough he’s prepared to deliver.” Directly across from the blonde stood a chubby teen, a mop of blond hair and the beginnings of fuzz around his jaws. “And since my hands are currently occupied I’m delegating you to feed me, because I’m hungry.” The biggest puppy pout crept onto her face, doing her best to ensure he caved to her wishes. There was more then enough for the both of them and the blond boy had even brought her drinks too, but she was feeling lazy and more then a little self-pitying.