Um... yeah... you might be able to tell I've had a lot of free time to come up with ideas.
So, I thought, why not add another Toothcup fic into all this chaos while you're at it, Pandora!
So I did... and I think this one is awesome. I hope you think the same.
I don't own HTTYD! I promise! I don't... but I really really want to.
Hiccup sneezed and stood up to cross the room for a tissue. On his way, one of his classmates stuck out a leg to trip him. He ended up face down on the floor, snot puddled under his nose. He sat up and wiped it away from his nose with his sleeve and turned to the student.
"You should be careful with those long legs," he warned. "We wouldn't want anyone getting hurt, would we?"
"Snotlout!" Mrs. Logner gasped. She stomped her way to Hiccup and held out a hand to help him up. Hiccup took it and righted himeslf. Mrs. Logner withdrew her hand and wiped the left over snot onto her pant's leg in disgust. "Apologize at once."
"I didn't do anything," Snotlout lied. He looked to Hiccup, hate burning in his eyes. "He just went and made up stories as always. Did you actually see me do anything?"
Mrs. Logner blinked at him. Indeed she hadn't, but Hiccup didn't lie about classmates. He made up stories, yes, but those were clearly from the imagination. He would never lie. And Snotlout would. But, he had her beat. If she didn't see the event happen, she couldn't really do anything.
"Did anyone see Snotlout trip Hiccup?" Mrs. Logner asked. Slowly, each student shook their head. Even if they had, bad things normally happened to snitches. No one would risk their neck for the well being of some skinny nobody. "Disappointing. Hiccup, get a tissue and return to your desk. Might I suggest another route this time?"
"No, thank you," Hiccup replied. He showed no evidence of feeling upset by the class not taking up for him. In fact, he acted as if nothing was wrong and those events never even happened in the first place.
Hiccup grabbed a handful of tissue (just in case), and returned to his desk. Though, this time, he went around the wall so he didn't have to cross paths with Snotlout again. The boy was arragont enough to try and trip him again, and tell the same tale as last time.
Hiccup folded the tissue and placed them in the corner of his desk for future purpose. Then, he turned his attention to the sky outside. He'd always been fansinated by it, anyway. It was easy to rather like it than Mrs. Logner's boring lesson about things he already knew.
His attention was returned to his desk moments later when a note was placed upon it. He looked to the girl who had handed it over, and she shrugged and nodded towards Snotlout. The note had been from him. Whatever its contents, they had nothing to do with her.
He unfolded the note and read it silently, then sighed. It had a picture of a badly drawn beat up Hiccup, and stickfigures laughing in the background. Below were the words: Better run after school. Fast.
Some people really had no lives.
flyboy
Hiccup didn't like running. It was a waste of time when there was no real threat. And he didn't consider Snotlout and his gang to be a threat. More, they were pitiful children who craved attention. Nothing really dangerous about them. Well, unless you gave into the fear they tried despertly to force onto people. Then, the fear itself was dangerous.
Since Hiccup didn't run, he was confronted by Snotlout and co. They dragged him off to a secluded place, so they wouldn't get into trouble. It was just one of the actions that showed how cowardly they really were. How was Hiccup supposed to fear people like them?
"Poor Hiccup," Snotlout sighed. "Poor, poor Hiccup. Couldn't run fast enough with chicklegs."
"What reason is there to run?" Hiccup questioned. Snotlout gave him a look, then gestured to his group as if to say "what are you, stupid?" Hiccup remained silent, missing the point.
"Don't you see this?" Snotlout asked when he realized Hiccup lacked the fear that his normal victims had. "We outnumber you."
"Maybe in bulk," Hiccup noted, "but even with your IQs combined, I bet I'm still more intellegent."
"Was that an insult?" one of the group members asked. His voice was deep, and sounded rather slow. His looks matched it. He was literally confused as to if it was or not.
"Of course not," Hiccup answered with a smile.
"Shut up," Snotlout spat. "Just shut up. You're so annoying."
"I don't live to please you," Hiccup pointed out.
"Maybe not," Snotlout said. He fisted his hand and pulled back his arm, ready to punch. "Though, I'm not particually worried about you pleasing anyone. After all, no one even cares about you."
Hiccup glared at him. That had been a low blow. It was simple enough to tell that Hiccup was an outcast by the way he acted a school. He didn't hang out with anyone, and barely spoke. But, the worst part of the statement that Snotlout knew Hiccup's mother had died and his father was always busy with work.
"Coward," he muttered.
"We'll see who's the coward when-"
"What's going on here?"
All heads turned. Standing at the corner of the building was a girl. Hiccup had never seen her before, so she couldn't be a student. Yet, she was on campus. That wasn't allowed. She didn't seem concerned, though.
"Nothing you need to worry about, sweet cakes," Snoutlout said. He was looking at her with a gaze that sicked Hiccup. Apparently, the girl felt the same as she sent a glare his way.
"What did you call me?" she demanded.
"Nothing," he coughed. There was something off about this girl. Something weird. Something that made him think twice.
"Thought so," she huffed. She looked towards Hiccup, both their expressions calm despite the situation. "Kid, what's going on?"
"Cowards working on boosting their pride," he informed.
"Need some help?" she asked.
Hiccup looked her up and down. She was bigger than him. Fitter. And she had an aura that said "I'll kick your ass and then I'll make you swallow it while I'm at it." A fighter, at the very least.
"Be my guest," he invited. She nodded and began towards the group. Hiccup wasn't interested in seeing the outcome, so he went the opposite direction. As they past, Hiccup thought he caught the smell of blood, but ignored it as just his imagination playing tricks again.
Hiccup couldn't help but smile as he rounded the corner. Behind him, he could hear the sounds of fist hitting jaws and knees to stomachs. Then there was the best part; Snotlout begging to be left alone.
"Some people aren't too bad."
