Ahaha. This was a dumb idea.

Plot: Basically the plot is Hiccup is suddenly stuck with a child for a few days and is need of some help from ,Jack, his neighbor, sadly the two dislike each other and end up bickering a lot. This is because of some unrequited romantic feelings (wink wink). In the end they have to work together to take care of the child and maybe patch things up between them as well. Lot's of fluff and dorky moments between the two.

Rating: I'm going with T for right now, might change to M later.

Movies: How to train your dragon and Rise of the guardians. ( I don't own either of them.)

Warnings: Bad writing? Possible change to M later... I don't know.

Hiccup's day had not started well, nor had it ended well completely either. He woke up early, hoping to get a shower in before his first class only to find the hot water was broken. He almost slipped twice trying to put on his prosthetic while brushing his teeth- bad decision on his part really. Shivering he skipped out on breakfast and opted for coffee since the cold shower didn't wake him up as much as he thought it would. He made another mug of the hot liquid for during school. By the time he had an hour left for class, he decided to finally head over. With his bag packed and his jacket shrugged on, he swept a hand through his auburn hair and stepped out of his apartment.

Someone passed by and he recognized them immediately. It was Jack, his neighbor and a student at the same college he went to. His head of white hair was easy to spot among the morning sky and Hiccup froze, eyes following his movements. He had taking a liking to Jack the first day he moved in. Of course they never talked besides a few words and Jack was always out with friends or going out with guys Hiccup would see him bring home. They were nothing alike, but that didn't stop Hiccup from dreaming.

He shifted from foot to foot as Jack went to his own door, shaking out his keys from his pocket. There was news that Jack had recently become single and Hiccup was pushing himself to ask. Of course it seemed every time he worked up the courage, there was someone else there and he slinked off to try again another day. Now Jack was alone and it was just the two of them outside. It was perfect.

With a tentative step forward, Hiccup gripped his bag strap tightly. As he cleared his throat Jack gave him a glance and a nod. "Excuse me, Jack?" He said softly so his voice wouldn't shake. Alright Hiccup, you have one shot at this. Just make it smooth and make it quick.

Jack gave a grunt, finally having his key in hand and held it near the lock. "You're Gary right?"

Hiccup frowned slightly. "Uh, no. That's your other neighbor." He tried to smile. Okay, rough start, but that doesn't mean it's over already. "I'm Hiccup, right next door. I lent you some milk the one time." Jack had never thanked him for that… or even returned his cup. I should probably ask about that as well. The older male gave him a look, blue eyes roaming up and down his lanky body. "I just-well, this is probably not the best time, but I was just wondering if you'd like to go out some time? Maybe get coffee or just go see a movie." He twisted his hands on the strap, trying to keep his heart in check. "I had overheard you wanted to see that new comedy and I-" He stopped immediately when Jack straightened himself. Oh boy, here we go.

"Look kid," he said tiredly. Hiccup narrowed his eyes at him, unamused at being called kid. Sure he was small for his age but that didn't mean he should be treated like a child. That wasn't the reaction I was looking for. "I've seen you around a lot and you're probably a great guy, but you're just not my type." Now he gave a snort, how many times had he used that line before. What was the point of trying to ask him again? "Seriously though, why don't you head onto school and hang out with your little book friends or whatever you do. I'm sure all your nerd friends would drool over the chance to have someone as, er, smart as you." Alright, now he was being downright rude.

"Right, of course," Hiccup said tightly. "Just like everyone said. You're a complete asshole." Jack raised an eyebrow and he simply raised his nose in the air in return. So I ignored the rumors and try to play you out as the misunderstood rebel, turns out you're just an ass with a large ego. "I don't even know why I bothered," he muttered. He knew exactly why. He thought college would be his chance to study and find the guy of dreams before taking on a career of painting. So much for that. He scoffed at himself. "Sorry for taking up your time." He turned away, ignoring the smirk on Jack's face.

He leaned against the door, jingling his keys. "You're trying to pin the blame on me for your sad life because I didn't agree to go out with you? You acted like you were in love with me but the moment I say 'no' I'm suddenly the bad guy." Hiccup barely looked at him from over his shoulder. "Shows how lucky I am to skip out on that relationship, who knew how bad it would have been if I actually said yes."

The green eyed male frowned and stomped back over to him. Why can't I just leave this alone?! It'd probably be a lot less trouble! "No, I was okay with being turned down. I'm used to it. It was the fact that you had to be a jerk about it. A simple 'no' would have sufficed but instead you decided to tease." He jabbed a finger into Jack's chest. "I get that you don't like me and from now I'll leave you alone, just… don't treat people like that." Stepping away he sighed slowly through his nose. "A-And give me back my cup!" He said loudly before turning to run down the steps. Okay Hiccup, you managed to make a complete fool of yourself and it's not even ten in the morning. Let's go get hit by a car! Or maybe someone will break into my apartment and steal everything I own!

With his head bowed he made his way down the sidewalk and to the bus stop. It wasn't until he was on the bus did he realize that he had forgotten his coffee mug on the counter in his apartment. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, hoping the day would go better than it had started. The chances of that happening: 0.

Once class was over and Hiccup had fought with the coffee machine-only to lose five dollars in the process-he had his large cup of black coffee and was seated in one of the quieter areas of the school. He dropped his bag onto a bench and sat next to it, pulling out his phone. Not even needing to see what he was pressing, by the time it was up to his ear he was dialing Astrid. She was his best friend who, unfortunately, went to a school halfway across the country.

It rang twice before she picked up. "Hey Hic, what's up?" Her usually cheery tone made him ease back into the bench, sipping his coffee. "You usually don't call until the weekend, should I assume something is wrong?" God did she know me.

"Well, nothing is exactly right." He put his coffee down near his feet and pushed back his bangs from his forehead. "You know how I told you about my neighbor in the apartments right?"

"Ah yes, the 'absolutely gorgeous one with the look of a rebel about him'?" She tried to mimic his voice but it came out nasally and high. He at least assumed his voice didn't sound like that. "What about him?"

He kicked his prosthetic out. "I tried to ask him out," he said quietly in fear someone would pass by. I don't need everyone knowing of my failed attempts at romance.

Astrid's voice seemed to become mischievous. "Aaand?"

"And it was just like I figured." She didn't speak and he elaborated. "He's apparently too cool for me and I sort of ruined even having a friendship with him because I might have called him an asshole. The thing is-he completely deserved it!" Damn straight he did! He explained the entire conversation to her, albeit he may have made it more dramatic than it sounded, but Astrid was good at seeing past his wild stories. "So now you should come visit me so we can eat junk food together and watch really bad, black and white films."

"You know I'd love too," she said.

"But?"

"But you need to handle this on your own Hic." She was being sincere and he hated when she was being sincere. "You're nineteen and in college, come on, one little bump like this isn't going to ruin your life. It's not like you actually really fell for this guy." He could picture her, blonde hair tied back, dressed perfectly as she stormed around on campus. "If you did then you would have probably called me sooner than this to tell me about it."

He pursed his lips before speaking. "Yeah, true." I hate it when she's right. "I guess I was sort of lucky he didn't agree. I would have been stuck with that jerk and who knows how bad he really is." He cringed when he knew he sounded exactly like Jack. Checking a nearby clock he clicked his tongue. "I'll call you later, I have to head to class."

"Alright, love you, you goofball."

"Love you too, weirdo." He hung up and slipped his phone back into his pocket. Grabbing his bag he stood and with horror in his eyes watched as his barely touched, still steaming coffee fell to the ground. It was like a murder scene, brown blood spilling across the tiles as the empty body lay dead. He could have made a more dramatic analysis but he was going to be late for class. Of course that didn't matter because he was going to be late for cleaning up his mess. This day just keeps getting better and better.

Hiccup scrubbed a hand down his face when he stepped off the bus. The sun was already low in the sky, his shadow elongated on the cement. He embarrassingly had to call a janitor to clean up his coffee crime scene and then gave a stuttering excuse to his professor as to why he was late. The rest of his classes, thankfully, weren't as bad. He got by coffee-less and nearly drained of energy when he went to work. Luckily there, all he had to do was sit behind a small desk and point to people where the bathroom was. He almost fell asleep at the bus stop if it wasn't for the kind old lady who smacked him with her loaf of bread to wake him. She gave him a happy smile and put her groceries back in order before hopping on the bus. He followed slowly, afraid she hit him with the cabbage he had seen.

Pulling out his apartment keys, he made his way across the parking lot, not spotting Jack's motorcycle anywhere. Thank God. Hiccup climbed the stairs to their floor and paused outside his door, glancing over to Jack's. Where did he go off to? I know he doesn't have evening classes today- he stopped himself. It was a little creepy he managed to remember Jack's school schedule. Well there's really no point in worrying about that now. He shrugged and opened the door.

"I'm home," he called just for the humor of it. I should have my own TV show. I'd totally watch it. Dropping his bag down and slipping off his shoes, he went into the kitchen. He grabbed, the now freezing, mug of coffee and emptied it into a cup. "Can't let you go to waste," he mumbled, putting it into the microwave. He glanced around and wondered what he had to eat. Let's see, ramen, ramen, ramen, a really bruised banana, week old sandwich from Subway, aaanndd ramen. Looks like it's ramen tonight. Again. The microwave beeped and he pulled out the cup, blowing on it softly before taking a sip.

He wandered around the small apartment, going to his room where he set down his drink and changed into pajama pants and an overly large t-shirt. When he took out his phone he glanced at the screen, finding there were no phone calls or messages. What a surprise. He tossed it onto his bed-which was nothing more than a mattress on a floor-and walked out, not forgetting his coffee this time. When he entered the kitchen, he narrowed his eyes and wondered if it would be worth the effort to actually make his dinner or just drink coffee until he passed out. Just as he was about to decide there was a hurried knock at his door.

Okay, strange. He didn't get visitors. He didn't get guests. What he got once was people trying to sell him the bible which he tried to kindly refuse and ended up locking the doors when they wouldn't leave. Now he stared at it, biting his lip as he approached slowly. "Who is it?" He called.

"Hiccup? Hiccup! It's me! Mary Katherine, I'm a friend of your dad, Stoick." A woman's voice, soft and a little worried, spoke on the other side.

Hiccup remembered the name vaguely and opened the door. She was as old as his dad, maybe a little younger, red hair tied back into a messy bun. "Oh, hi." Now he recognized her from party photos, she was nice as far as his memory served. Well this is certainly different. "I didn't know you lived around here."

"I didn't know you lived here either." She pressed a hand to her chest and Hiccup noticed all the bags she was carrying and the baby holder next to her feet. "I only just heard from your father on the phone today." He raised an eyebrow and she gave him a pleading look. "I understand you're in college now and I have a huge favor to ask… may I come in?"

He stepped aside and allowed her entrance. "Is something wrong?" He showed her into the kitchen and let her sit down. "Do you want something to drink?"

She shook her head and folded her hands on the table. "Nothing is wrong dear." He felt strange at having her call him dear since he could barely just remember her. "I just-I'm really at a loss right now." Her eyes were green and they dropped to look at the table as she spoke. "My husband left me a few months ago and everything has been going well for me."

"Uh huh." Why is she telling me this?

"And my father had recently become ill." Her eyes watered and he wasn't sure where this was going. "Today he collapsed and is in the hospital under critical care. I need to fly out there right away but..." She motioned down to the child carrier. "I don't have anyone to watch my son for me."

Oh… "But I'm sure you know someone around here."

Mary Katherine shook her head. "I had just moved here after the divorce and I'm not certain enough to leave my child with anyone yet. That's why I called your father to see if there was anyone he knew that could watch him. And, well, he said you lived within the area and were very capable." She closed her eyes for a moment. "I understand that this is probably very confusing and you don't know me all that well, but Hiccup I am pleading with you." She definitely was. "Just watch Furvus for a few days and I'll come back as soon as I can and find a new sitter. That is all I ask."

And there it is. "I-I don't think… I'm only nineteen I've never babysat before." He tried to think of as many excuses as he could to get out of it. "I mean, I don't know the first thing about children and well…"

She nodded slowly. "Right of course, I must be such a bother barging in here and asking for you to take care of my child." Her lips trembled and Hiccup could feel his heart cracking. Stay strong Haddock. "I just-I don't know what to do anymore." Don't you dare break! "I don't want to bring him all the way to my father since even there I'm afraid there's no one to take care of him." Remember, you can handle this! "Furvus and my father are the only two left in my family and I'm just at a loss." Don't crumble! Don't give in! Small tears dripped down her cheeks. "I'll find someone else then," she murmured.

Well there goes that plan. He sighed. "Uhm, wait." She perked up, hope lighting up her face. "How long will you be gone?"

"Only until this weekend," she said, "Saturday."

He thought quickly. That was only about two days. I could last two days with a baby? Couldn't I? He glanced at the baby carrier and cursed himself. "I suppose it shouldn't be too much trouble. He seems quiet. I could always call in for classes and get my work done at home." It would give him a chance to relax.

Her hands shot across the table to clasp his. "You mean it?" She was smiling, more tears streaming. "Oh Hiccup, I swear I'll pay you and everything when I get back. All his things are packed and there should be more than enough until I get back. Oh thank you Hiccup. Thank you so much." He paled a little, freckles showing more prominently. "Thank you," she said again.

"No problem," he mumbled. What the hell did I just get myself into? "So his name is Furvus?"

She nodded and brought the carrier up on the table, moving the blanket to reveal a small baby. He had much darker skin that his mother and jet black hair that stuck up in tufts around his head. Obviously he had gotten most of his looks from his father, but when he opened his eyes slowly, it seemed he definitely had Mary Katherine's eyes. He was confused at first, the light making it hard for him to see, but eventually he lifted his chubby hands in the air and gave a small cry to be picked up.

Mary Katherine took him into her arms and rocked him gently. "I already fed him before we came here but he might still want some before he goes to sleep. I wrote down his usual schedule and any emergency numbers that should be called if anything happens. I packed most of his toys that he likes and all the food you would need. If you do need to go out and buy more, just give me a call and I can answer anything. I'll pay whatever needs to be paid when I come back." She winced when Furvus took a piece of her hair and pulled. "He also likes to play rough, so you might want to be careful."

"Right, of course. And is there any medical issues I should know about?" He watched Furvus kick his legs, trying to climb on top of his mother.

"No, he's healthy as all can be." She pulled him away and kissed his nose. "Isn't that right Furvus?" He cooed and patted her cheek. "I'll be back as soon as I can, okay sweetie? You behave for Hiccup, he's a nice boy." She turned the baby so he could see Hiccup and immediately he held his arms out, making a grabbing motion with his hands. "Oh, I think he likes you already."

Hiccup made a face when Furvus was placed in his arms, but then it quickly turned into a smile when the baby just grabbed onto his shirt and bounced excitedly. Maybe this won't be so bad. Furvus stuck his free hand in his mouth, drool dripping down his chin as he babbled and giggled. "I'll do my best to take care of him." His smile faded when Furvus began to touch his face with his spit covered hand, wiping it across the ridge of his nose. Okay maybe it'll be a little bad.

"Thank you Hiccup, this means the world to me, really it does." Mary Katherine looked at her watch and stood up. "I have to get going, my flight is only in two hours. If you have any questions please call me." They exchanged numbers and she hugged him tightly along with Furvus. "Goodbye Hiccup." She pressed a kiss to Furvus' forehead. "Goodbye sweetie."

Showing her to the door, Hiccup kept Furvus close, ignoring the spit that he painted onto his face. He waved goodbye as Mary Katherine got in her car and gave the baby a look as he went back into his apartment. "So it's just you and me." He's sort of cute when you get past the drool. Furvus took Hiccup's hand and gripped his fingers tightly, grunting before sticking them in his mouth. Hiccup shivered and tried to pull them out but the child would have nothing of the sort. "I guess they should have named you Toothless, huh?"

So he let Furvus gum his fingers while he went to go watch TV. When it was close to eight he figured they should both go to bed. He hefted the boy into his arms and made sure he was changed and that he had eaten all he could. Taking care of kids isn't that bad. He smiled and looked down at Furvus who was sucking his thumb softly, eyes starting to close. He went to his bedroom and looked around, his stomach dropping when he realized there was nowhere to put the baby to sleep. Well this is just great. Kneeling down on his bed, he gently put Furvus on top of the covers. The baby seemed perfectly content and he nodded. This will just have to do for now.

Hiccup went to the bathroom to get ready for bed, leaving the door open so he could hear if something happened. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and went to the bathroom all under five minutes, worried that leaving Furvus alone for too long would result in something horrible. But when he came back into his bedroom, the baby was sleeping soundly. His chest rising and falling, hands curled next to his head. Hiccup smiled and turned off the lights, using his phone to guide him to the bed where he laid next to the baby.

"Well, welcome to my home Toothless." He chose to give him the nickname since he liked it much better than Furvus. "I hope you enjoy it." As the baby slept he gently ran a finger over his cheek, startled slightly when it was grabbed by a tiny hand. He smiled, letting Toothless hold his finger as he slept. "Goodnight little guy, see you in the morning." Closing his eyes he found it easy to fall asleep, curling himself around the child as the night went on.

I don't know how well that turned out...

Curse you bad plot and horrible characterization. *shakes fist angrily*

Alrighty then.

Kisses and unicorns

~Shi