Hiccup woke up to the buzzing of his alarm clock. He reached out a tired arm, slamming his fist on the top, shutting up the irritating sound. He stayed in his sprawled out position, duvet crinkled and everywhere, one bare leg sticking out, head pushed so far into the pillows that all you could see was a bit of knotty hair and a tanned, freckled ear.
As he let out a loud groan he pushed himself up, letting the blanket fall down his bare body. He sat back on the bed, the silky material of his boxers rubbing against his ankle, tickling it slightly. He brought up to freckled hands, rubbing his eyes with a fair bit of force before letting out a mighty yawn, accompanied by a stretch.
It was the first day of university, he'd somehow managed to save enough money to get into his dream school, North Academy Of the Art. He'd been working at a little coffee shop called Gobbers Mighty Coffee! (mind the explanation points, Gobber is quite enthusiastic,) sense he was 13, his dad and gobber were best friends, giving Hiccup an open ride into the position. Now that he was 18 and finished high school, he was ready to go do other things, he hadn't quit his job though, he wouldn't have the fees payed off for a long time yet.
Practically rolling out of bed he walked over to get his student diary, timetable printed in the back. It wasn't really much of a time table, the only thing he was really going for was dance, it was more of a schedule than a time table, telling him what time he started each genre. He had the same teacher for each class, some guy named "Mr Frost."
Tucking the diary into a Nike bag he had on the chair beside his desk, filled with spare clothes and a can of deodorant that he was sure he would need not to mention a few water bottles. He zipped up the duffle before walking to his wardrobe, taking out a pair of black college trackies and a plain grey tank top with a small pocket in the top left hand corner. He slipped on a pair of grey Vans before heading to the bathroom for his morning routine that he had gotten out of over the holidays.
Going to the toilet, brushing his teeth and running a comb through his messy, auburn hair he walked back to his small-ish bedroom, grabbing his phone to check the time. 9:45 Shit. Class started at 10, he didn't want to be late on his first day. Slipping his phone in his pocket and grabbing his car keys he flung his duffle bag around his shoulder yelling a goodbye to his dad who was probably in his study, being the workaholic that he is, and headed out into the driveway where his small, average looking white car remained parked in the driveway.
The drive there was slow and long, of course he had to get every red light seeing as he was in a rush. He barely made it through the doors of room 213, a large studio with about 11 other students standing and starting to stretch, before his teacher came in.
"Alright class I'm Mr Frost, I am the dance coordinator here so the lucky ones of you will get to see a lot of me. I trust youre all stretched and ready or would you like to do a warm up?" Hiccups dance teacher was an attractive looking man, he really didn't look that much older than himself, 23 maybe at the oldest. The class agreed for a small warm up while hiccup put his phone and keys into his bag that he then dropped into the corner with everyone else's stuff
They all stood in windows, 6 at the front and 6 in the back just like every other time hiccup had been to a practise. They started with a simple jumping exercises, followed by jogging, grape vine, step touches and a few stretches. Once the class was warmed up Mr Frost turned to address the class again. "Alright guys today I just want to start off with teaching some basic steps, then we'll put it with music?"
The next hour went extremely slow. The moves were more basic than he thought, but the routine looked good none the less. Sometimes getting back to the basics is a good thing. Hiccup had gone through almost two water bottles through the training; Frost really did know how to keep them on their feet. The only thing they needed to decide now was what song to do, everyone had different suggestions but none really fit.
"Alright guys, we'll figure out what to do next lesson," Sir smiled calming the quiet discussion going on that hiccup, being the awkward person that he was, was not a part of. "Now, Mr Haddock, I do believe I'll be seeing you in an hour for contemporary, yes?" He asked the boy privately seeing that he was without anyone to talk to.
Hiccup scratched the back of his head, that making him realize just how sweaty he was, "Um yeah." Dull conversation between the two went on for about 5 minutes until the bell went, signalling hiccup had a lunch break. He had never been happier to sit down and eat!
The rest of his day past in a blur, seeing the same teacher after every hour for the next class, thank gods he didn't have them all in one day because by the time he got home, giving a quick should out to his dad to let him know he was back, dumped his stuff on the floor and had a shower, he was exhausted! Exhausted and thankful he didn't have to go the next day, he could just lay in bed and sleep. He wasn't even concerned about dinner. But no one really is when they're that tired.