*claps hands* alrighty, let's get this painful frist intro over with.
Plot summaryish thing: Hiccup goes to DreamWorks, a convention and cosplays as a viking as well as dragging along his friends. There he meets Jack Overland and his weird-ass family. They continue speaking after the con and start becoming close, but problems arise and whatnot and so on.
I do not own any of the characters, just the fanfic plot.
I made some changes to the characters to fit the story, I'm sorry if you don't like them as they are here, but it's just how I figured they would work.
Rating: Teen~
And this is just a testing fanfic, I don't how well it's going to turn out.
Welp, here's hoping. Enjoy.
Hiccup couldn't seem to sit still. His legs were bouncing and his fingers fiddled with the badly sewn hem of his vest. Astrid had to keep slapping his hands for him to stop, but he would keep doing it anyways. He was sitting in the back of his Fishlegs's mom's minivan while Fishlegs himself sat shotgun. Astrid was forced to sit with the terrible Haddock boys beside her. Hiccup on her right while Toothless sat on her left, screaming random swears he had learned in dragon tongue the night before.
The reason they were all piled into the car wearing quickly thrown together Viking costumes was the fact that they were going to DreamWorks, the biggest mythology/Viking get together in Berk. Hiccup had a fascination with Vikings, dragons, mythology, anything really. He'd always wanted to be strong like the pictures he had seen of his family lineage hanging by the stairwell in his house. He was actually from Viking blood and felt the need to immerse himself, and his unlucky friends, into the culture. Now he was finally going to meet other people who shared his interest.
"Are we there yet?" Toothless whined loudly. He tugged at the dragon ears he had attached to his head and pouted out the window, waiting for the convention center to show. "Hiccup, when are we going to get there?" Hiccup looked at his younger brother, well, his adopted younger brother. He obviously looked nothing like the older teen since his skin was darker and his eyes an electric green, but they were closer than anyone could ever imagine.
"We're almost there, calm down," Hiccup hushed. The twelve year old groaned and fell back into his seat, crossing his arms impatiently.
"I think you're the one who needs to calm down," Astrid pointed out his fidgeting hands. Hiccup quickly sat on his fingers, almost pressing his face to the window as Toothless had been doing. "Why are we going to this convention anyways? Me and Fishlegs don't even like dragons-"
"Actually, I find the mythology behind them very interesting and-"
"Fishlegs," Astrid sighed, "I'm trying to make a point." She looked back at Hiccup whose emerald eyes were wide with wonder as the convention center was coming into view. "We don't even like Vikings, why do you need us to come with you?"
Hiccup considered her question and shrugged. "Because I could get lost and kidnapped by a pedophile," he said simply. Fishlegs's mom let out a strangled cry at his words and nearly missed hitting another car. "I was just kidding!" Hiccup threw his hands in the air in defense. "There aren't any pedophiles there so don't worry. I just didn't want to go alone on my first time."
"Well, I believe it'll be fun and maybe we can learn something about the cultures and their beliefs." Fishlegs had a notebook in his pack, ready to take notes on whatever he saw. He was always one for taking a fun situation and turning it into a learning experience. "Maybe one of Hiccup's long lost family members will be there."
"Please, no one would recognize him. He's such a tiny little Viking they'd use him as a toothpick for lunch." Astrid laughed and even Toothless joined in, always finding it fun to mock his brother.
"Guys, I'm right here." Hiccup waved at them. "I can hear everything you're saying." The car pulled to the curb, already filled with others dressed in costumes. Some were so breathe-taking it took a moment for Hiccup to realize he needed to get out of the car.
"That was the point," Astrid said lightly. They all got out and thanked Fishlegs's mother before she drove off. "Alright," she turned to Hiccup who was still stupefied. "Lead us oh great and powerful Viking." Toothless stopped his screaming to giggle at her comment, wiggling his fake dragon tail around.
Hiccup just looked at her with a dark stare. "I think you need to be thrown off the ship," he stated plainly.
She just laughed and batted her eyelashes at him, hooking her arm around his neck. "Just lead the way and let's get this over with."
After waiting in line for what seemed like hours, the group got their passes and had finally entered the main event. Hiccup was in awe, his knees shaking as he held his phone in his grip tightly. A couple in a dragon costume walked pasted and his throat tightened. He wanted to get pictures for drawing references, but he couldn't seem to get anyone's attention.
Astrid was busy keeping Toothless from running off to places unknown. He was using his fake claws on her arms but they did nothing as she continued to hold the collar of his shirt. Fishlegs was writing down notes from a booth talking about the different cultures the Con had to offer. He eagerly wrote every word down, nodding and inputting information when he had to.
"So what do we do now?" Astrid gave a sharp tug and Toothless gagged. "I've never been to one of these before." She winced as a man in a loincloth passed by. "I don't think I'll be coming back either," she added.
"I wanna go see the dragons! Come on!" Toothless finally freed himself from Astrid and went to his brother, tugging his arm incessantly. "Come on Hiccy, I wanna see the dragons!" He grinned, flashing the fake fangs Hiccup had been so kind to purchase.
Hiccup looked around wildly, brushing his brunette hair from his eyes. His freckled cheeks were flushed as he spotted multiple people dressed like Vikings as well, of course, their costumes didn't look homemade. "I-I don't know. This is all so much." He spun in a slow circle, eyeing everything he could. "I don't know where to start."
"Why don't we start at the beginning and work our way through," Fishlegs suggested, coming back from his sidelined lesson plan. "It'd be easier and we can see almost everything then."
"What about the dragons!" Toothless stomped around the teens, fuming. "I wanna see them!"
"Don't worry," Hiccup patted his head. The boy mumbled something and walked away while fixing his hair. "We can see them too." They all gathered close together and walked slowly towards the first booth. "Well, here goes nothing."
They had wandered around from place to place, Hiccup finally getting the courage to ask for photos and people gladly obliged. Some even asked for their photo and the group awkwardly got together and did their best not to look like complete idiots. They had gone to the dragon area, much to Toothless's delight, and they were entering the Viking territory, Hiccup's heartbeat picking up.
"Well, here we are, go nuts Viking boy," Astrid flicked her blonde hair from her shoulder, smiling as Hiccup nodded dumbly. "You can't take pictures while standing here." She shoved him off into the crowds. "Go make some weird Viking friends!"
Hiccup stumbled and looked over his shoulder, suddenly very nervous. "What about you guys-sorry," he apologized to the man who bumped into his arm. "What about you guys, where are you going to go?" He watched Toothless carefully as the boy crept behind another dragon costume, smiling deviously.
"We'll be around, and don't worry, we have our phones." Astrid pulled Fishlegs away, waving her fingers in the air. As she moved away, she managed to grab Toothless before he could pounce on his latest victim. Dragging the two boys away, she looked over her shoulder. "Have fun Hiccup, don't scare the others too much."
He gave a sarcastic laugh and mumbled to himself as he began to trudge through the throngs of con-goers. "Yes, because a ninety pound teenage boy is going to scare away these people." While he was busy eyeing a strikingly well done Viking helmet he slammed into something, or what he at least thought was a thing. His phone escaped his grasp and skittered across the floor. "Crap!" He shouted, drawing unwanted attention.
"Hold on," a loud voice commanded. Hiccup froze and swallowed, trying to figure out if he was about to be killed in the middle of a convention dressed as a Viking. Or maybe he was right about being kidnapped by a pedophile. Oh, how my dad would love that, he thought quickly. "Here you go," it was the voice again. He looked around and found a tall man with pale blue eyes looking down at him. In his long fingers was Hiccup's runaway cell phone, undamaged and safe. "Sorry 'bout that. I didn't see where we were walking." His voice was slightly accented and his beard moved with his words.
"Ah-no, no, it's my fault." Hiccup gladly took his phone back and stuck it in his pocket for safe keeping. "I'm sorry. Thank you for getting my phone." He scratched the back of his head, unsure what to do as the man laughed loudly.
"North, are you bothering others again?" A woman came from behind the man, grabbing his arm affectionately. She looked at Hiccup and smiled, her eyes crinkling. "I'm sorry if my husband bothered you at all." She was donned in a dress of feathers and glitter; teeth were strung on her like jewelry. Her hair was curled on top of her head, gorgeously framing her face. "Oh, you're a Viking, how adorable!" Hiccup flushed and nodded. "Could I get your picture?"
"Uh, y-yeah sure," he mumbled. Putting his hands on his hips he gave an awkward smile since he didn't know how else to pose. The woman giggled and snapped a photo, looking at it and nodding. "S-So what are you guys supposed to be," he asked, trying to make those weird friends Astrid was talking about.
"Hm?" The woman flicked her hand in the air before twirling. "I am the tooth fairy," she explained, picking at one of the teeth. "And my overly happy husband is Santa Clause." The man placed a hand on his stomach and managed to shake the teen with his jolly laughter. "Our kids are around here somewhere," she muttered, biting one of her nails.
"I," a voice announced, "am Babytooth!" A girl stepped out from behind the woman, flinging her arms wildly around and feathers flew everywhere. "Helper to the tooth fairy!" She looked so concentrated on her arm movements, her tongue even stuck out slightly. Her costume was also made of feathers and teeth, her brown hair pulled up into a messy bun.
"Emma!" Santa laughed, looking down at the girl. "Finally came back eh?"
Hiccup opened his mouth and squinted his eyes not sure what to make of the family. "Are those real teeth," was all he could manage. He mentally slapped himself for being able to ruin a perfectly good conversation.
The woman continued to smile though, nodding. "I'm a dentist, I collected these teeth from all the past work I've done. You'd be surprised how beautiful teeth can be." Hiccup paled at her words. "Don't worry, this is the only time I've used them for clothes." The little girl-Emma-crossed her arms and smirked.
"Well, it's very beautiful, I like it." Hiccup meant it honestly, even if it was a little morbid to have your patients' teeth strung on your dress at a convention. She was at least being creative.
"Thank you and your costume is just so cute." She tilted her head and Hiccup looked away. So much for being the strong and tough Viking. "Well, it was nice to meet you, uh," she stopped herself.
"Hiccup, just call me Hiccup." It was his turn to return the smile.
"It was nice meeting you Hiccup. I'm Retina, but most of my friends and coworkers just call me Tooth." She winked. "I'm just really good at my job. If you ever need any dental work, come to me." She even handed him a business card.
"I am Nicholas!" The man spoke up again. Hiccup thought it was a perfect fit, especially with his costume. He was dressed head to toe in red with white trim fur. "Just call me North." He went to pat Hiccup on the back but it felt more like he was trying to dislodge the boy's head.
The girl coughed and Tooth made a flourish around her that also came with an eye roll. "And this lovely girl here is my daughter, Emma."
She curtsied. "A pleasure." Hiccup couldn't help but laugh, bowing slightly.
"To you as well." He straightened and turned, going to leave. "Thanks guys-" He knocked into someone again, wondering how many times he would do it until they kicked him out. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. Backing away slightly he saw who he had bumped into.
He was older than Hiccup that was for sure. His face was sculpted perfectly and his eyes were a fiery sapphire that made Hiccup nervous just looking at them. On the boy's head was shockingly white hair brushing out to the left partly. He was wearing brown clothe-like clothing, holding a staff lazily in his right hand. When his lip quirked up in the corner to form a smirk, Hiccup felt a jolt. "Sorry about that," he said. Even his voice was lovely.
"Finally," Tooth sighed, going over to the taller boy. "Where have you been?" She asked, using a motherly tone.
"I was at the winter mythology booth, calm down." He rolled his shoulders in a partial shrug. "Besides, I'm back now." His eyes kept glancing back to Hiccup who hadn't moved away. "I see you made a friend though." Now the makeshift Viking flushed.
"Yes, Hiccup," North patted his shoulder again. "This is our son."
The teen stepped forward, holding out an elegantly pale hand to shake. Hiccup took it and found it cool and pleasing to slip his fingers into. When they looked each other in the eye, he was struck by that amazing smirk once more. "Hey," he said lightly, "I'm Jack."
So, like I explained before this is just me testing the waters. I will continue it if I like it, which I do, and if others enjoy it. I mainly write for you guys so yeah.
I hope you liked it and if not I'm sorry to have disappointed you.
Kisses and unicorns
~Shi
