Hiccup drug his pencil across the back of a receipt someone had left, not intending his pencil strokes to be anything.
His other hand was on his cheek, his elbow resting on the desk. Said desk was cluttered with paper, some important, some not, and books still needing to be put back on their proper shelves. At the far corner sat a laptop, a half typed word document and book inventory sharing the screen, the curser on the word document blinking lazily.
Somewhere, the low buzz of a fan filled the almost empty building, along with the occasional rustle of a page being turned.
Hiccup frowned, then waded the ridiculously long receipt that he was doodling on up, throwing it in the nearest trashcan. He then grabbed the nearest stack of books to his left, checked the genre (horror), and walked over to respected area.
Hiccup really didn't like his job. He worked in the town's local library, sorting books and checking in books. It was more work than it looked like, not very exciting, but it was easy money. Not to mention that Hiccup wasn't a very exciting person either.
He was just your average High school kid in his senior year, trying to save money for college. He had messy auburn hair, emerald eyes and thick black framed glasses perched on his nose. Hiccup wasn't his real name, it was Harry, but for some reason he didn't care to remember, people just started calling him Hiccup. The very definition of a nerd, Hiccup was smart, sarcastic, and mostly kept to himself.
Of course, that was before he came.
Hiccup sighed as he slid another book into its place. There had been a lot more than he expected, and they were fucking heavy. He let a small groan escape as he looked at the pile still in his arms. There were 10 left, and at least 5 more stacks at the desk.
"I hate this." He mumbled, walking to the other end of the section. That's all he did. Walk back and forth with a giant stack of books in his arms.
Sliding another book into place, he glanced over at the window seats, blinking at what he saw.
A teen who looked to be about his age was sitting in one of the window seats, staring at him. He had a book lying open on his chest with one hand still on it, the other dangling to the ground. His features were illuminated in the dull winter sunlight, especially his white hair. And when they made eye contact, he smirked.
Hiccup went a faint shade of pink, and then turned sharply on his heel. He walked back to the desk, making a snap dision to finish his English essay, sort book's later.
He dropped the books on the counter, and then slid into the swivel chair. Placing his hands on the keyboard, he pushed his glasses up as he started to type.
He worked on his essay for the next 20 minutes till he finally saw the white haired teen leave. Hiccup didn't dare look up till he heard the soft click of the door closing.
He let out a soft sigh, then double checking to make sure he was gone, picked up the stack of books, and continued the task of putting books back where they belonged.
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"Dad?" Hiccup called out as he stepped into the kitchen of his house, only to be tackled by a large mass of fluffy dog. Hiccup tried to catch the black Newfoundland, but with a backpack slung across his shoulder and an AP Chemistry book in his hand, the two fell to the floor with a loud thud.
His backpack landed just to the left of him, while his book went skidding across the floor, smacking against a wall.
"Toothless!" Hiccup laughed as the dog let out a happy woof, trying to lick his face as he held him back.
"Hiccup?" both teen and dog stopped and Hiccup sat up as far as he was allowed to, peering over Toothless' head at his father.
"Hi Dad." Stoick was standing in the kitchen doorway, a look somewhere between amusement and disapproving on his face.
When Hiccup had first found Toothless, battered and starving, he and Stoick had gotten in a huge argument about the dog. Hiccup had finally won, and while he was able to keep Toothless, his father still wasn't 100% on him.
"Gobber and I are going out, so you're on your own."
"Alright." Hiccup managed to push Toothless off him, and then sat crossed-legged on the floor. It wasn't that surprising that Stoick was leaving. He did this pretty much every other day. "When will you be back?"
"Late." Stoick then walked to the door. "And don't forget to lock up." He called before leaving.
Hiccup smiled, and then started rubbing Toothless' neck. "Guess it's just me and you bud." Toothless bobbed his head, following Hiccup as he started to rummage around the kitchen, looking for anything edible.
The only thing he did find was a can of soup. When he took the lid of, his nose was hit with a spicy sent, and looking at the soup, he found it was nothing more than an orange blob, looking nothing at all like it did on the label*, so, he threw it in the trash.
"Great," Hiccup, in a last desperate attempt, opened the freezer, only to find ice cubes and a hunk of stake that was long ago freezer burned. "We're out of food."
Toothless cocked his head. Hiccup ran a hand through his hair, smiling at the dog. "In the mood for takeout?"
In the end, Hiccup ordered a $10 pizza. He ate half of it, and then shoved the rest in the fridge, while Toothless got dog food and some pepperoni from the pizza.
The rest of the night was spent reading and drawing, and any thoughts of the white haired teen vanished from Hiccup's mind.
A/N:
Yeah, I know what you guys are thinking. Another one!? Really!? But it just popped into my head, and I actually have a plot for this one…
*-Me and my cousin actually had a problem like this, and the soup we found was supposed to have chicken in it, and NOT be orange. We made it, and it tasted absolutely disgusting.