AN- okay okay okay! Sooo, I was on Tumblr like, yesterday and I saw a thingie about an actress in a movie playing the part of a genderfluid girl, which then lead me to go "oooh, what's genderfluid?" (I'm all for the whole gay/straight/asexual(which I am)/aromantic/cross-dress/bisexual(I'm also this) /genderfluid/anything-else type thing, don't ask why, I dunnno, I just think it's all kinda cool and interesting) and then I read the rest of the post and I was like "ooooh, I could Hijack this! Well, the Genderfluid thing, not the actress thing." as I am with like EVERYTHING! I swear, at least 3 times a day –if not more- I think to myself "hey, this would make a good Hijack story!" (I swear I'm obsessed and I need help) but yeah. So now I really wanna try a genderfluid Hiccup and test this out (even though I know very little about genderfluid-ness). I think I've got a correct enough understanding of what genderfluid is though, if not, please feel free to correct me! I don't wanna go making that mistake then everyone thinking I'm a total idiot who doesn't know her shit, a few ppl, whatever, but everyone? No thx, I'm good. But I'm actually gonna try 1st person for this, dunno why, it just seems easier to write. Anyways, onward to my genderfluid Huccup story! Woohoo! (I'm a wee bit hyper at the moment.)
PS, I apologise for the super long AN, I'll shut up now and start typing the actual chapter.
DISCLAIMER- I own not HTTYD nor ROTG even though I wish I did.
chapter 1-
I groan as I sit up, my alarm clock beeping loudly on my bedside table. I really hate those things; alarm clocks. Actually, I hate them with a passion. The stupid things are always so loud and obnoxious and have this terrible habit of waking people up in the mornings! It's horrible!
I slam my fist down on the wretched noise maker and roll out of bed, ignoring the slight pain as I hit the carpeted floor. Getting up and rubbing the sleep out of my emerald eyes, I yawn and trudge off towards the bathroom to brush my teeth and maybe just get rid of my oh-so-sexy bed head.
I look in the mirror at my tired face. I seem to have rather dark circles under my eyes and a faint slobber line is still visible running from the corner of my mouth to my chin. My hair is standing up in every possible direction and reminds me somewhat of Albert Einstein's hairdo. My over-sized sleeping shirt hangs off one shoulder, leaving it bare and rather cold and I have a scratch on my right arm- probably me scratching in my sleep again.
"Oh that's hot Haddock, so hot," I say sarcastically, frowning at my reflection and PWHEW does my breath ever stink! I feel bad for anyone who has ever had to smell my breath in the morning! Some part of my mind wonders how girls can supposedly just wake up and look perfect, their makeup all done, their teeth perfectly whitened and all- like they do on those commercials on TV. I sure don't.
I grab the brush out of the drawer and begin to brush out the wild snags out of my hair. Who should I be today? Hiccup Haddock, the wimpy little guy who sits in the back of the class and draws in his sketch book to avoid the teacher's evil glare or the people who constantly bullied him's evil glares? Or do I feel more like Hiccup Haddock the girl who sits at the back of class, chewing on her pencil and doodling on her worksheet but confidently enough answering the teacher's questions and just dealing with the bullies shit until she can escape home again.
Hmm... yep, more like the later.
I walk back into my room after brushing my hair, brushing my teeth, and fixing the slobber on my face. Sighing, I walk over to my closet. You see, my closet if where I keep all my more, feminine clothing for the days I just feel like being a girl, and my guy clothes are kept in my dresser for the days when I feel like being a guy. I don't really know what to call it or exactly how to explain it, but some days I just feel ore like a princess than a prince, even though I am physically a boy and I was born a boy and all, but some days I just wanna be a girl. Is that so much to ask?
I throw open the closet doors and frown... now what am I going to swear...? Covering my eyes with one hand, I run my other hand over the hangers containing my shirts and hoodies, then stop on a random one. I open my eyes to find a light blue and grey striped tank top in my hand. Sure why not? And I've got the perfect skirt to go with it too! There we go!
Grabbing my jean skirt off on another hanger, I whip off my sleeping shirt and pull on my clothes for the day, grabbing an olive green hoodie out of my closet and slipping a blue headband into my hair to keep it off my face. I check my appearance in the mirror and nod- I don't look half bad today!
I grab my backpack and run downstairs where my lunch is waiting for me on the kitchen counter- my mom likes to make it, even though I've told her many, many times that I am perfectly capable of making my own lunch. I swear the woman is just as stubborn as my father.
My father... man, some day's I just wish the man would leave my life forever, never come back. But at the same time I love him, he'd been the one to raise me from a baby when my mom had gotten abducted soon after I was born. When the police finally found my mother, I was already 10 years old. Luckily whoever had abducted her didn't kill her; in fact she'd actually agreed to join them in hopes of some day seeing her family again. Our family was perfect again, back to how it was before, and then I just had to go and ruin it all. I just had to! Before it all, before all the skirts and headbands, my father had loved me, cared for me, treated me like his son even though I was a wimpy fishbone- I still am actually.
But then one day I was walking through the tiny mall and saw a really cute dress. I thought it was really pretty, but I shrugged it off as me being weird. That night, I couldn't help but think about what I'd look like in the dress, and how good I would look in the dress. I was only 13 at the time, and confused as hell. Why was I thinking about me in a dress? I was a boy, I should not be thinking about me in a dress, but I was and I couldn't help it.
So the next day I went back to the mall, tried the dress on, and I loved it. So I bought it. And I made the mistake of wearing it in the house. My dad asked my why I was wearing a girl's summer dress, and I told him I kind of liked it. Huuuuge mistake on my part. My dad flipped, called me a freak and a weirdo. He called me a gay little faggot and told me I should not exist if this was how I was going to act. He'd actually wanted to kick me out of the house at 13 years old. I had no friends to begin with, where was I supposed to go? Luckily my mom stepped in and convinced him to at least let me live here until I finished school. After that, he could ignore me and get rid of me all he wanted.
After that, our family was never the same. My father essentially ignored me, other than when he shot me the odd insult. My mother is the one now raising me, and she loves me weather I dress like a boy or a girl, I am still me, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, after all.
I sigh, shake my head, and try to get the rather depressing thoughts of how I ruined our family 3 years ago out of my head. Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I make my way to the door, slip on my converse high-tops, and slip out the door into the warm, early autumn air.
I sigh as the wind hits my face, making my shaggy hair fly all around. I've always loved autumn; it has been my favourite season since I was young. All the colours, the constant warm breeze, the fog that seemed to cover the ground 50% of the time, the leafs falling all around me and swirling in the wind, making a mini tornado of leafs. I love it all, that feeling of freedom making all my worries disappear like a magician might make his assistant disappear.
I stop only a block away from my school, Disney Dream Academy, and take a deep breath, my anxiety catching up to me. Relax, it's just another day, you can do this Haddock, plus, Astrid will be there so it's all okay! Slowly, I continue my walk towards the school.
AN- so there's chapter 1! woohoo! so yeah, next chapter will be in Jack's POV. I think that each chapter I'll switch between the two's POV's, like one chapter Hiccup, the next Jack, the next Hiccup then Jack and so on and so on. So yeah (wow, I say that a lot don't I?) PM me or leave a review pleeeaseeee! I love hearing what you people think and constructive criticism is definitely appreciated so I can make this all better! so yeah, PM, Review, whatever works! I am off to eat something before my stomach makes any more noise than it already is.
-HeAtHeR out!
