(A/N) Really have no idea where the hell this story's gonna go, but I decided to write it just because. All I can say is if you're a Hiccstrid fan, you like things related to teenage pregnancy, you don't mind RTTE aged modern day high school characters being a little OCC, and you like a good Daddy-cup read, then this is a story I'd recommend to all you amazing people who have officially made it past the first Author's note without abandoning ship ;)
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third. Your typical out-of-the-box high school sophomore. Long Auburn hair and curiosity filled forest green eyes that caught school girl's attention. Despite being sixteen and having every girl who wasn't making fun of his awkwardness eyeing him, Hiccup preferred a quiet environment with very little close friends. There was Astrid Hofferson, his beauty in life and lover to the end. T, a senior at the age of eighteen. Then there was Fishlegs, the kid who Hiccup admired most because their shared love of science, chemistry, and mostly mechanics.
Hiccup hopped out of his under sized wooden bed with a long yawn. He stretched his bare arms, running a hand through his hair. The boy's eyes looked around the bedroom, and Hiccup groaned annoyed as he realized what a mess he had to pick up. You could hardly see his old fashioned wooden flooring under piles of books, cloths, and awkwardly placed dusty rugs. His desk was covered in warn out paper littered with algebraic equations and geometry. Don't even get me started on the closet next to the window with torn up green curtains.
Looking outside, Hiccup realized it was raining. Balancing on his right foot, the boy leaned again the wall with a sigh of contentment. He looked around for his metal replacement, the prosthetic being berried under a pile of journals. What could he say? Tons of people had an obsession, rather it be makeup, football, or a certain type of movie. That's another reason quiet a few students at school found him awkward. Hiccup's obsession wasn't your typical phase. He had been collecting journals he never completed since he was only eleven.
Sitting down in a broken rolling chair next to the window, Hiccup rolled to the pile of journals and retrieved his prosthetic left leg which fit perfectly from the knee down. Strapping the invention he'd created himself on, Hiccup slid a shoe onto the metal ending and stood up to get dressed. Settling for a pair of green leggings and his not-so-fashionable red tunic with odd leather armor, the boy got dressed. His red tunic had an odd leather armor like material sown into it at the chest and sides to cover tears and burnt cloth. The school's dress code didn't allow patches.
Really, who cared about looks though? I mean, yeah, a lot of high school kids. Not Hiccup though. He was only sixteen, but he had a part time Job, was an apprentice in blacksmithing, and already had a list of colleges plus scholarships for after he graduated. Hiccup was an A-B student with the exception of one progress report having a 65 in his English class. The only reason for this was because he was out for medical reasons involving the flue, and never got around to doing his homework for two hole weeks. That grade was soon brought back up though. After all, Hiccup had a full on plan for life. He would be better than his father who would be living in a much better home if he didn't gamble so much. He wouldn't drop out of college like his mother and uncle did. Nothing was going to get in the way of his perfect preparations. He had fallbacks for any disaster or brand new situation that the universe decided to throw at him. At least...he thought he did.
Hiccup smiled after looking in the mirror, spitting out toothpaste once his teeth were brushed. Looking down at his watch, the teen read 6:00. Alright, he had an hour and twenty minutes exactly before he had to go to school. Question was, how could he use the time to spare? There was so much to get done that would take much longer than an hour, and his homework was completely done. Deciding to think about his inner debate with more energy, Hiccup Haddock quietly walked downstairs to grab a cup of coffee his father always left out before going to work.
Just after he reached the last step, Hiccup was suddenly knocked to the floor as loud barks filled his ears. "Ah! Cloudjumper?! Gods that's so gross!" The teen tried as hard as he could to be stern, but couldn't help but burst out laughing as his mother's dog licked him from head to toe. Sure, the bonding experience was...messy, but Hiccup just loved having a piece of his mother around. Especially one that was so hyper and overjoyed to him, unlike so many other's he'd met.
Hiccup looked down at a now relaxed Cloudjumper, a knife like feeling grazing the outer shell that he kept around his heart. The pain was nowhere close to unbearable like it was a few years back, for Hiccup had learned to toughen his soul up and not let anything through that shell. The more he fought certain emotions, the stronger that protection became.
After grabbing a cup of coffee and studying for his Chemistry test for today, Hiccup looked at his watch. 6:45. Wow, he'd been studying for that long? Well, question now was...What to do with that last 25-35 minutes he had left? After reading a couple pages in his book and becoming bored, Hiccup settled for calling his girlfriend of two years now. Maybe she'd have some ideas for conversation, or perhaps had some homework questions he could help with.
Grabbing his cell phone, Hiccup got Astrid's number from the contacts and hit 'call'. The phone rang twice, then a cracked voice answered. "Hello?" Hiccup's eyes widened and his heart beat rapidly. Astrid hadn't sounded that desperate and sad since they were fourteen and he'd lost his leg in the same accident that killed his mother. Long story short, Hiccup was too courageous for his own good and didn't know how to use his head when a shooting happened. He ran to help someone, and Valka (His mother) had ran to help him. Hiccup got the victim he spotted out okay, but was caught when the building collapsed along with his mom who had been shot. The memory of Valka bleeding to death, and fourteen year old Hiccup screaming for help to come already sat in a locked box at the back of his mind.
"A-Astrid? Common tell me what's wrong." Hiccup tried, but the desperation couldn't be hidden no matter the effort. Astrid chocked on a sob on the other end of the line, and Hiccup went pale at the next words he heard.
"Hiccup? I-I'm not going to school today." There was a long, agonizing pause. Astrid spoke again. "I'm going to the clinic with my mother. I-I'm...Hiccup, I'm pregnant with your child." More crying could be heard, breaking Hiccup's heart. The mighty Astrid Hofferson, who everyone looked up to in school, was breaking down into tears. This wasn't right. "I-I'm so sorry."
No...don't be. I'm sorry. We'll figure this out, together. Hiccup thought of the perfect thing to say to try and help his girlfriend, but his mouth was far to dry to get the words out and into the phone.