Superhero AU. Written 7/4/2014.

"You don't look like a super to me," a voice sneered behind Hiccup, and he whirled around. His bag accidentally swung out, just barely missing one of the tall blond twins staring at him skeptically. They were dressed in white, with accents of orange and blue splashed across their chests. He'd heard of them through his father- people called them The Elements, though the twins could really only manipulate fire and water.

"Sorry!" he blurted, his tools clanking inside his satchel as he readjusted it at his side. Both of the teenagers raised their brows at him from behind their masks. "And I'm not. I kinda got, uh, drafted."

The word drafted made it sound like he'd been forced against his will. In truth, he was positively vibrating with excitement, watching the room of young heroes with awe and jealousy. There was spandex as far as the eye could see, but despite the obvious eyesores that inevitably meant, Hiccup was in heaven. All his life he'd watched his father work, and now he was getting an opportunity to be a part of that. He was absolutely giddy.

The male twin- Tumble, they called him while suited- gave him a look up and down. In the crowd of colorful costumes and brightly decorated masks, it was obvious that Hiccup stuck out in his jeans and t-shirt. Even his military-grade fireproof jacket was worn and burned in places. It was no wonder The Elements could pick him out. "So. What's the name?"

Hiccup could faint. He'd given it some thought, the identifier he'd have to adopt to be come a part of his dad's world. Nothing had stuck, but just the thought of a super asking him for his hero name made him feel ten times cooler. "Oh, uh, no name yet. I've got a few ideas on the table."

He was trying to be more nonchalant than he felt, but he wasn't sure how well that was working out.

"So..." The girl- Rumble- wrinkled her nose at him. She probably wouldn't, if she knew he knew their real names, but Hiccup knew that was a line that one didn't cross. "What do you do?"

"I'm just your everyday mechanic," he answered with a sigh and a smile. "I'm- uh- I'm friends with The Vast. I've done some work for him, so he invited me to work for his new league."

There was a gasp not far away. Their heads turned to see a large young man headed their way. His hands made grabbing motions towards Hiccup, and his eyes were wide.

"You're the mysterious mechanic behind Blacksmith's new robotic prostheses?" The masked teenager stepped close, looking like one of Hiccup's dad's adoring fans whenever they clamored for autographs. "The Vast would never confirm the inventor's identity- the whole super community was talking about the responder technologies in Blacksmith's arm! It's absolute genius!"

Hiccup felt an amazed smile pulling at his mouth. "Really?" he half-laughed, brow lifted high. That was something his dad had never mentioned. "Thanks."

"They call me Rolodexter," the young super told him. "Eidetic memory, super level IQ scores." He stuck out his hand for Hiccup to shake.

"Impressive," Hiccup commented, sliding his palm against Rolodexter's and giving it a couple of quick pumps. "I didn't test so great for that. Probably should've studied more."

"So, basically you're going to be building our gadgets and stuff?" Tumble interrupted, seemingly more interested now that someone had actually acknowledged that Hiccup had a skill.

"Yeah, probably." He ran his fingers through his hair and nodded. It was nearly impossible at this point for him to keep a grin off his face. "I won't be going out on jobs or anything. I'll just be hanging out back at headquarters or whatever."

"So basically a sidekick," Rumble said flatly. There was no smirk in her voice, but Hiccup winced nonetheless.

"Something like that. I guess."

A new voice, sharp and feminine, broke into the conversation.

"What's wrong with being a sidekick?"

Hiccup turned on his heel and nearly swallowed his tongue. Glaring at the twins, dressed from head to toe in a shiny purple costume, was undoubtedly the most beautiful heroine Hiccup had ever come in contact with. Blonde hair spilled from beneath her mask, which failed to conceal a pair of heartbreakingly blue eyes. She stood with arms folded in front of her, one curvy hip jutting to the side.

"Well?" she asked, raising a slender blonde brow at The Elements.

"Nothing," Rumble grumbled.

"She was just saying," Tumble added.

"Lots of credit goes to the heroes," the super girl was saying. Hiccup swallowed hard when he realized those blue eyes had turned to him. "There's a lot of work that goes on behind the scenes, though. Everyone forgets it's not just the muscles that save the day." She took a step forward then and offered her hand. "I'm-"

"Twist," Hiccup finished for her, shaking her gloved hand with a little more enthusiasm than necessary. This particular heroine was of particular interest to his dad, which meant that Hiccup spent a lot of time hearing about her. He'd read her file while The Vast was trying to narrow down his pool of candidates for the new league. She'd had a different costume in the clips he'd seen of her, and she worked for a hero rumored to be her uncle. He'd died in battle, though, and when she'd reemerged into the public's eye, they kept trying to name her "Elastilass" or "Flexibabe".

She'd stretched her middle finger all the way across the destroyed remains of a derailed train to let the reporter know how she felt about that last one.

Twist seemed surprised, but not put off. "Yeah. And you're the new gadget guy?"

Hiccup started to introduce himself, but cut himself off when he realized he was about to give out his real name. "That's me," he told her instead. "The name's still in the works."

"Hmm. Cool." She gave the twins another warning look and then turned to leave. "Well, nice meeting you, Tinker Toys. Don't get eaten alive." And then she strutted away, heading towards the front of the tower where The Vast was gathering other teen heroes for a speech.

Hiccup watched her leave, a little dazed. Next to him, Rolodexter sighed and nodded, patting Hiccup's shoulder with understanding. "Bends her way right into your heart." Then he and The Elements followed after Twist.

Hiccup shifted his bag over his shoulder. It was heavy, but he was used to the weight of his tools. He was more distracted by the half-smile the super girl had given him before she left, and he stumbled over his own feet as he tried to make his way to the small crowd.

The toys part was a little dumb. But Tinker? Tinker, he might be able to work with.