(A/N: There's this company that delivers food for sick or disabled people. My neighbors has a guy bringing him food every day and I always meet him in the stairwell when I come home. Excuse the long A/N. This is inspired by the guy. Enjoy.)

"It's set. There's a guy that will deliver the food you picked out every day. Give me your information so I know it's correct?" The woman on the phone asked.

Astrid nodded, even if the woman on the line wouldn't see it. "Yes," She started. "My name is Astrid Hofferson, I'm twenty years-old and I live on Greenwood Promenade 37 at Redwood Cliff, north of Berk," She said softly but clearly.

"That's correct. And the reason for needing home delivery?" The woman on the phone asked again, - if she remembered (and heard) right, her name was Valka. She had a very strong accent. Either Scottish or Australian. She guessed for the latter.

"Oh, I got into an accident with my bicycle five months ago and recently got a knee surgery so I'm home bound, - no grocery shopping or walking for a few months," Astrid explained, shifting on the couch and looking at her leg.

A black, long post-op knee brace was wrapped around her knee, riding up to the middle of her thigh and ending at the middle of her shin with hinges on the side for better support.

"I'm sorry to hear about your accident. I hope the recovery will be quick and easy. Anyway, back to the delivery. My son is the one circulating the Redwood area and he shouldn't arrive later than 12:30 PM beginning tomorrow. I'll hope you'll enjoy the food and the services," Valka, - possibly - said, an obvious smile heard in her voice.

"Thank you so much. I'm sure I will. Have a great rest of the day," Astrid said and they hung up.

She was curious who that mysterious son was. He sounded like a nice guy- god. What was she thinking? "Hooking up" with a food delivery guy? She didn't even know what he looked like. He could be a forty year-old disgusting pervert.

"Ugh, come on, brain, don't go mush on me now," Astrid muttered and grabbed her crutches, lifting her leg off of the ground so she wouldn't accidentally step on it and hopping over to the kitchen. "God, where's the anti-inflammatory? And the morphine? My knee is killing me," She complained, leaning against the counter as she searched for her prescribed medication.

Taking them along with water, she slowly started hopping towards her bedroom when she passed the big mirror in the hallway, reaching from the floor up to the ceiling.

She sighed. "You got this, Astrid. It's just a knee surgery. It'll be over before you know it," She told herself, her eyes on the knee brace and the crutches. She looked up at herself. "You're strong. You can do this. A few more months and then it's healed," She said before nodding at herself and then hopping off for some well-deserved rest.

•••

The doorbell rang and she jumped. Raising her phone, she looked at the time. 12:27 PM.

Huh, if it's the food delivery, Valka must've been right. No later than 12:30 PM.

"Hang on a second!" She yelled as she paused the movie on her TV and grabbed her crutches, hauling herself out of the bed with a loud groan and making her way over to the front door.

Unlocking it, she opened it slowly, almost loosing her balance but catching herself on the doorframe.

"Delivery for Astrid Hofferson-" The guy said, his voice monotone before trailing off, eyes wide when he saw her. His mouth opened slowly and he stayed there for a few moments before shaking his head.

"Uh...hello?" Astrid greeted, slightly taken aback by the way he looked at her. She'd never seen anyone look at her that way and she'd definitely never seen a guy look so...handsome? Yeah.

The sun was bright outside, indicating that summer was well on its way and it highlighted the hair at the back of his head. It was auburn, she noticed. His eyes were greener than the growing grass on her lawn and there were a million freckles scattered along his face.

"Good afternoon," The guy greeted, a smile appearing on his lips.

Oh. His teeth were crooked but not in the ugly and awkward way. More like...in a way that fitted his look and Astrid noticed a small scar on his chin. She'd love to find out how it got there.

She nodded at his greeting before looking at the food in his hand. The young man caught himself, his smile widening. "Oh, yeah, I almost forgot," He said, moving his hands around as he talked.

He reached forward and wanted to give the food to the blonde in front of him. Astrid pulled her hand away from the doorframe to take it but lost her balance, dropping her crutch.

The guy shot forward and grabbed her forearm, steadying her and bending down to pick up the crutch she dropped. "Thank you. I hate not being able to do anything. You can put it on the small table there," Astrid said and motioned at a small white table in the hall with a few candles and pictures of her and her parents.

"You're welcome," the young man said and stepped inside, putting the plastic boxes down onto the table. "I'm Henry, by the way," He said and introduced himself.

"Nice to meet you," Astrid said with a smile and shifted the position of the leg she was standing on. "Nice to meet you too," Henry said with a smile before looking at the clock on the wall behind her.

"Well, I gotta run. Time for my lunch break," He said and stepped back. "I hope you'll enjoy yours."

Astrid nodded. "Thank you," She said softly and watched him back off slowly. "Same time tomorrow! See you!" He said before turning around and jogging the rest of the way to his black van.

Astrid watched him leave, the red and white, "Jetpak," text on his back against his black uniform striking her eye before he disappeared behind the black vehicle.

She watched him disappear with a smile on her face before she closed the door.

She had been sooo wrong about him. He wasn't a disgusting forty year-old pervert. He was a young man, probably the same age as her, handsome as fuck and a total dork.

She'd let satan slap her across the face if she fell for him. There was really nothing wrong with him because he seemed to be funny and a real gentleman but...if she did...he'd probably think she'd be weird and wouldn't want to deliver to her anymore.

She sighed.

His shaggy auburn hair and emerald green eyes would haunt her dreams until she could see him again.

•••

"Good afternoon, Astrid," He said each time she opened the door for him. Sometimes, he would throw in a, "M'lady," with a huge smile and he always succeeded to melt her heart.

They held small conversations for a while each time. She was the last person he delivered food to before his lunch break and Henry would gladly sacrifice ten minutes of it if it meant he could make that certain blonde smile or laugh.

He'd surprised Astrid one day when she'd opened the door barely a month after he'd first rang her doorbell. Everything had went like usual. He'd rang, she opened, they talked, he left the food on the small table and then left but today...it was different.

He was fidgety. "What's up?" She asked as she watched him hold the plastic boxes of food on his hands. "Oh...uh, nothing," Henry replied, lying.

She could tell.

"I can see you're lying. Spill it," She said, shifting her grip on her crutches. Henry laughed nervously. "Well...I- Uh..." He started, at a loss for words. "I...I wrote my phone number at the bottom of one because I'd like to talk to you," He said hastily as he went inside and put the boxes down like usually on the table.

Astrid blinked at him for a minute and he contemplated running to his van before she started laughing.

Henry looked down, feeling slightly humiliated for wanting to talk to her on his free time and her laughing at him. Astrid stopped when she saw the look on his face. "Oh! No, no, no! I wasn't laughing at you...I was just..." She trailed off and looked at him with a smile.

"I was laughing at how nervous you were. It's fine, Henry, really. I'd love to talk to you on my free time outside of...this," She said and motioned between the two.

Lifting his head, he looked at her with a shy smile. "Really? So, I didn't just make a fool of myself?" He asked and watched her. Astrid giggled, - something she did rarely but Henry brought out the best of her.

"No, you didn't. And, yes, I do," She said and brushed her bangs behind her ear. "Phew," Henry sighed. "Thank god," He said with a smile before stepping back. "Well, I have to go now. Text me- if you want to of course!" He said, shaking his hands in front of himself.

Astrid laughed. "I will."

•••

They texted back and forth to each other every day for over a month before she texted him one day and he didn't reply. She shrugged it off as, "Oh, he's only busy. I'll meet him later anyway," but, when the door rang and he wasn't the one delivering food, she knew something had happened.

Trying to call him with no success, she had actually started crying. Unknowingly, Astrid had grown fond of that guy delivering food to her each day for over two months. Her mind had screamed, "No, you don't love him!" But her heart had told her otherwise.

Praying every day for two months that he would ring on her door had been for nothing and she had given up.

Thanking the guy who had been delivering food for her instead of Henry, she plopped down in her bed, one crutch beside her.

Healing had gone fast. It had been four and-a-half months since her surgery and her doctor had switched up the knee brace for a compression sock to keep the swelling down but regaining blood flow.

Astrid sighed and laid back on the bed, closing her eyes and seeing only auburn hair and green eyes as she dozed off.

She had no idea how long she was asleep for but she awoke to the door ringing. "What the-?" She asked and looked over at the brown, oval clock on the wall. 5:25 PM. She didn't expect company.

Furrowing her brows, she grabbed her crutch after standing up and slowly walking to the door.

Opening it lazily, her hand grabbed the door for extra support.

There, before her stood none other than Henry, looking beat and exhausted. "Astrid..." He said, his voice frail and cracking up.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at him. Astrid took a step forward but her knee buckled. Henry stepped forward to catch her and she hit him in the chest as she cried. "Where have you been?!" She yelled into his chest. "I've been waiting for you for over two months now, hoping you'd show up but you never did! I missed you ever single day! Where have you been?!" She exclaimed, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and burying her face into it.

Henry wrapped his arms around her back and held her tightly, his head pressed against hers. "Let me come inside and I'll tell you?" He asked softly and looked at her.

Astrid nodded but didn't pull away.

He stood and hushed her for a few minutes before they pulled away and slowly walked, - limped - inside.

Astrid led them into her bedroom, - excusing the messy bed even though it was made. Slowly sitting down, he grabbed her hands and caressed the back of them. Astrid sobbed as she watched him.

"Where have you been?" She asked again, softly this time. "I...uh...how do I start this?" He asked and looked down at their hands. "I...I'm sorry for disappearing so suddenly and not contacting you. I was in a bad car accident with my father and...he didn't make it," Henry started, his voice fading. "I broke my phone during the crash and I couldn't get another one until I came out. I got hospitalized with a crushed shin. They tried to save it but the fracture was too bad and I had to get my foot amputated," He said, gulping.

Astrid pulled a hand back from his and lifted it. She stopped mid-air, hesitating. Henry lifted his eyes from her hand and gazed into hers.

She softly placed her hand on his cheek and he closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea where you went and I panicked. You showed up every day at exactly 12:27 PM and when you didn't...I had no idea what happened. I'm so sorry for your loss and the things you went through, Henry-"

"It's Hiccup," He said in a whisper, leaning in closer to her. "What?" Astrid asked and moved her thumb over his freckled cheek, caressing it. "My real name is Hiccup. I didn't want to tell. People usually laugh when I say it," He confessed, leaning in and resting his forehead against her shoulder.

Astrid wrapped her arms around his back and trailed a hand into his hair. Brushing her fingers through his hair, it was her turn to soothe him. Sobbing, he rested his arms around her waist lazily.

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna laugh at you," Astrid reassured and smiled at him when he lifted his head from her shoulder. "Thank you, it means a lot," He said softly, looking into her eyes and then down to her lips before lifting again.

Astrid bit her lip as she watched him.

"Can I...?" He asked as he leaned closer. Astrid smiled and nodded with a hum. He gave her a small smile before raising his hand and placing it on her cheek.

Leaning in, he pressed his lips against hers and they smiled into the kiss, never knowing they needed each other as much as they thought they did.

•••

Astrid opened the door before it even rang, already used to the manners he picked up two years ago. "Woah," Hiccup gasped before a wide smile appeared on his face. "Good afternoon, wifey."

Astrid laughed. "You do this every day. Hiccup, we're married and we live together. Do you really have to ring on your own door while at work?" She asked and placed her hand on her hip.

"No, I don't. I just wanted to see how you're doing," He said and pulled her towards him, pressing his lips against hers.

Astrid shook her head softly before wrapping her arms around his neck, smiling.

Who knew that when she first ordered food delivery, she'd get more than just...food?

Hiccup was technically food but...anyway.

Well, satan could slap himself in the face now.