Family ( Hijack, Modern AU )" I'm nervous."More Like This
" Don't be!" Jack laughed, hugging Hiccup gently.
" What if they don't like me?"
" They'll love you! I know i do~"
" Jaaaack!" Hiccup whined, pouting.
" No pouts!" Jack giggled, grabbing Hiccup's wrist and pulling him up the steps and to the front porch of Grandpa North's house.
" Bad leg!! Bad leg!!"
" Jack! How have you been?"
" Good!" The teen beamed.
Hiccup squeaked, terrified, hiding from the towering older man behind Jack.
He was revealed when he got so terrified that he squeezed Jack's hand too hard.
" OH! Who's this?"
I'm a tiny 14yrld and you're far too big! Hiccup whimpered, clutching Jack's hoodie with two tight fists.
Without warning, Jack shoved Hiccup forward, who shrunk down and began trembling intensely.
" I-i-i-i-i-'m-m-m-m H-h-h-i-c-cc-cup..."
He stumbled back against Jack, begging to go back to hiding.
Grandpa North got a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, and he reached out, gently shaking Hiccup's hand.
He leaned close, and Hiccup noticed hi
Looking for a Hiccup... The brunette spun another can around as an annoyed sigh escaped his throat. "Seriously? Who's even naming these kids?"More Like This
Astrid rolled her eyes at her best friend. "Hiccup, stop looking, and just pick one already!" She gripped. "You've been spinning cans for fifteen minutes!"
The young man stood to check the top shelf of the display. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third was his name, given to him after some distant relative of his. He was sixteen, a bit lanky (but finally gaining a little muscle from working at his mom's animal sanctuary), with auburn locks and piercing green eyes that somehow worked with the freckles that covered his face. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a red dragon on it along with some brown cargo shorts and black-and-red trainers.
Astrid was his tough blonde friend that had stuck with him since they were little. Well, kinda. It had more started with Hiccup's liz
WWII AU!Hijack Drabble ~ VisitsAs I strolled calmly through the streets of St. Petersburg, watching the fresh European snow fall across the faces of the brightly colored buildings surrounding me, my mind drifted to Hiccup. The thought of him automatically making me smile, I turned at some street I can't read the name of and felt a little jolt of excitement as I saw the famous dark green palace. I knew he'd be there, and a small part of me hoped that he'd been missing me. After all, with what happened in London, I figured that at the most he'd gotten used to having me around.More Like This
I could never seem to memorize his smile; he'd only shown it to me a few times, each little flashes that seemed to warm the cold halo always surrounding him, like clouds moving away after a storm to let out the hidden rays of sunlight. But just as quick as one would blow out a candle, it always disappeared just as quickly as it came. He barely even allowed it to spread across his face and break past the borders between a smirk, a half-smile, a g
My little girlThe queen knew something was special about her baby from the moment she discovered she was carrying.More Like This
She could never explain the feeling that soon surrounded her after she’d been with the doctor to her husband or her maids. She simply felt it, and knew it had to deal with the child she was soon going to have.
The sense only grew as the months went by. Strange occurrences enveloped her pregnancy in such that morning sickness she’d been told about never came, fatigue was only minor relative to her daily activities, and strange cravings hardly swung her away from the diet the doctor had set. Where this worried those around her-fear that the child would be weak or sick when born-the queen carried on with only a feeling that everything was truly alright.
Her feeling appeared to be true on the surface; her bump grew month by month, her ankles swelled and her back ached, and slowly her maids convinced her to stay in the gates and in her quarters as her final term began to come to
Ghostly Game Some games are not meant to be played.More Like This
‘It’ll be fun they said, it’s harmless they said…none of it will work they said…’
These were all thoughts running through Hiccup’s mind as he stood frozen while his new companion wrapped himself around him. He resisted the urge to shiver at the boy’s freezing touch, his skin so pale and hair white against his own. The book he’d been reading from only moments before was now on the ground, still open to the spell page he’d used at his friends’ request. It was just supposed to be a dare, a harmless little game; read one spell in the woods and come back to tell them how nothing had worked, how the book Pitchiner had sold the twins was a hoax.
Well, that turned out just swell.
“So what’s your name, cutie?” The spirit asked, his hoarse voice creating goose bumps along Hiccup’s skin. He trailed a translucen
Green WatersHe wasn’t quite sure how he had ended up in the water.More Like This
One moment, he had been up on the pier with the rest of his friends, trying his best to listen to their elder’s speech on the history of the pier while keeping his balance on the swaying structure, and then the next, he was instead trying to keep his head above the waves.
Which, would have been scary to anyone of course, as the ocean was not known for calm waves in the slightest. The fact that it was dark out did not help matters either, nor did the fact that the coast of the seaside village of Burgess wasn’t exactly warm this time of year.
So yeah. Definitely scary no matter whom you were.
But for Jack, it was terrifying.
I can’t swim I can’t swim I CAN’T SWIM!
He wanted to scream or yell for help, unaware his group was already searching for someone to aid in rescuing him from the powerful waves, but every time he would try, he’d only swallow more and more of the salty, dark
Prom is overrated-or not “Have a good time, son!”More Like This
Henrik “Hiccup” Haddock’s prom was going to be boring, loud, and easily forgotten just as he planned. He wore a black, standard tuxedo, simple emerald green tie (that Astrid insisted matched his eyes), and had somehow managed to slick his auburn hair back away from his eyes just enough to be considered different from his causal look. He had wanted to stay seated at his table, mess around on his phone, and wait for the dance to be over. His father had made him come, being the police chief to chaperone and all, not wanting him to be left alone at the house all night. Like normal.
And so he did. He sat at his table with his phone out, just like he’d planned, and watched from the corner of his eyes as Astrid danced with her date that Hiccup did not recognize. Unlike he’d planned, he was not alone at his table, but considering the other occupant was one of his few