Technically it's already monday here (it's like 3 in the morning now) but here it is as promised (kind of)3
Disclaimer: I do not own How To train Your Dragon nor Tangled. The characters used in this story belong to Dreamworks and Disney.
The world was spinning. The ground beneath him shook and the air choke him, but he remained still. His mind was in turmoil as if someone plucked out a gear which caused the whole thing to collapse. His pulse raced with his thoughts. He watched the world crumble into destruction. He watched as it sucked out his breaths, his words, his life. He let it take over him.
That was how he felt when he met her. That was how he felt when she left him at a quarter to nine. Shards of her memory pierced his limbs. It ached getting out of bed. It ached walking down the stairs. Day light blinded him when it illuminated the room from the open window. Everything was hazy. He felt like he was in one of those indie movies where the lighting is saturated and dark and everything was so still. The floorboards creaked beneath his feet and it echoed throughout the room. It was seven thirty on a Monday morning and he was alone.
Hiccup's father left early for some emergency of some sorts downtown. Apparently a few rowdy teenagers went cow tipping at a nearby farm and on the way they stopped at a convenience store and spray-painted the glass windows. Of course everyone knew who did it.
He sat at the kitchen counter and began pouring milk on his bowl of cereal. This is stupid.He thought to himself as he stared down at the bowl of apple-cinnamon cheerios. The yellow hoops swam in the milk. He didn't even like cinnamon. You've known her for like what, three hours and you're already acting weird.He scolded himself. Hiccup pushed the cereal around the bowl, his appetite suddenly ruined.
Fifteen minutes before classes start Hiccup began pedaling down the neighborhood street. The sun had given off very little light since the clouds darkened and blanketed the sky. It was the first week of September and autumn had just begun to creep its way into Berk but it looked like the start of the winter months. What a great day to be depressed.
Hiccup pedaled a few blocks till he reached the school gates. 12 minutes till the bell. He silently thanked the gods for making him live a few streets away from school. Parking his bike and securing it with a chain, he ran towards the building and pushed himself inside the large doors.
Great. Out of the indie movie and into a highschool chick flick.
Badly maintained lockers lined up at both sides of the hallway. Obviously excited for the first day of high school, the underclassmen frantically sped down halls, locating their first period rooms, not wanting to be late for class. At a glance you can tell which one is a freshman who spent three hours last night figuring out whether or not to wear his new pair of vans from the grumpy senior who forgot to drink coffee and didn't even bother to shower this morning. This is high school. This is what our dictatorial society put in the world for fifteen-year olds to be even more confused with their self worth and their life choices. Everyday hundreds of students are trapped in the four corners of a classroom memorizing lines from a textbook, being pressured to participate in more extracurriculars and get belittled for failing an exam which was so obviously made to test their memory, not their intelligence.
Lucky for Hiccup he only has 10 months left in this black hole till they ship him off to college or till he gladly hangs himself trying to write a three-page essay about Shakespeare's outrageously uncomfortable ruff collar.
Pushing his way through the sea of bodies, he elbowed and bumped people who stood in the way between him and his locker. A few familiar faces passed by him, sending a few hellos to which he silently returned. Thankfully he reached it after battling a mass of sweaty hormonal teenagers. Unfortunately here were two of those hormonal teenagers exchanging spit right in front of his locker. Hiccup groaned internally.
He pressed himself against the next locker and turned the combination on his own. 8 minutes till first period. Romeo and Juliet over there were still liplocking. They were pressed against his locker and it took about most of his strength to open for a few inches just to slide his textbooks in. Closing the locker, Hiccup sighed and left for physics.
The crowd started to thin out but it was still a struggle to pass through. Some of the popular kids stood by the lockers in a protective huddle shooting glares at freshmen who made eye contact. A few annoying jocks proudly wore their varsity jackets and started playfully punching each other. One of them threw a basketball across the hallway and flew a few inches away from Hiccup's face which sent him stumbling back, hitting a few people. Adjusting his glasses and mumbling a few sorries he kept walking.
You know in the movies when the protagonist is walking down the hall and then the whole scene suddenly blurs and plays in slow motion when the guy sees the girl whom he's obviously going to end up with at the end of the movie? Well this was kind of one of those moments.
Rapunzel stood there in front of her locker with her back to him. Her hair was loosely tied in a ponytail which hung down her back, its golden tips brushing her lower back as she put her books inside. Would she still remember me? Hiccup thought to himself whilst consciously smoothing down his shirt. Of course she would you big lump. A tiny voice in his head scolded him.
When he gathered enough courage to talk to her, Hiccup walked towards the girl who was still standing by the locker. He was right behind her and was about to tap her on the shoulder when a voice called out to him from the end of the hallway.
"HICCUP" A buff muscular guy who was desperately trying to grow facial hair pushed a few sophomores out of the way and was followed by a few more teenagers. "YOU GUYS I FOUND HIM."
Rapunzel either jumped at the booming voice or the mention of his name. Either way he flushed red when she turned around wide-eyed. Hiccup opened his mouth to talk but an excruciating punch to the arm turned the possible words into groans.
"Why do you do that?" He moaned out, clutching his arm. He turned to the group of teens he might as well call his friends. Completely ignoring the blonde behind them, they pulled Hiccup away, turning to leave for first period. He tried to look back at Rapunzel who was still staring at them with a surprised face. When she finally disappeared into the crowd Hiccup frowned, missing his chance to talk to her. Though he swore he saw her mouth his name. She still has my sweatshirt.
"We've been looking everywhere for you." The girl who punched him earlier, Astrid, asked. She wore something you'd cross off as 'I-kind-of-threw-on-whatever-I-found-in-my-closet-but-I-still-look-better-than-u' kind of look. She wore a red jacket over a plain tee. Her shorts were frayed and under that she had blue tights on. Her hair was pulled back into her signature braid, her bangs covering half her face.
"Yeah, where were you last night?" Snotlout, the muscular guy, added. He was referring to the ruckus last night which made Hiccup's dad go crazy when he heard about it. "I totally tipped way more cows than the twins." Snotlout snickered which earned him a hit on the head by one of the twins, Ruffnut.
Hiccup rolled his eyes at them. "Sorry guys I just didn't feel like going to juvenile prison on the first day of school." They shrugged it off, talking about other things. They broke off at the end of the hallway when the twins and Snotlout went to English and Astrid headed off to Chemistry. So that left Hiccup with Fishlegs whom he considered his best friend since, they were stuck with each other being outcasts since kindergarten anyway.
The bell rang just in time when they went inside the room. Other people were already seated, some less enthusiastic than others to be in this class. There were just two seats left at the back of the room and Fishlegs and Hiccup scrambled to take them. Honestly Hiccup was kind of okay with the class but solving problems first thing in the morning isn't really his cup of tea.
"So who was the girl?" Fishlegs asked out of the blue. He jumped in his seat turned his head faster than Astrid swinging her fist at Snotlout when she found out he ate the last piece of pizza. Hiccup tried to recover from the initial shock and shrugged. He wasn't really good at acting cool and this his friend knew.
"I-uh- what girl?" Hiccup busied himself with arranging his notebooks on his desk. The teacher came in a few seconds later and a few audible groans were heard from the group.
Slouching in their seats, the two friends have this plan every year to just lay low in class discussions but still be able to ace every test. Active participation in class wasn't really their thing. Well save for Fishlegs butting in a few answers now and then. Hiccup picked up his pen and started twirling it in his hand as the teacher started writing formulas on the board.
Fishlegs inched closer to him. "You know, the blonde you were talking to earlier?" He whispered to his friend.
"Oh her. Yeah I thought she was someone I knew, but uhm she wasn't." Hiccup miserably tried to find an excuse. Thankfully his friend bought it and dropped the subject.
The morning flew by in a blur. Half of his classes already assigned homework. By the time the bell rang for lunch, Hiccup looked more tired than ever. And this was just the first day. He went inside the chaotic hall where lunch was served and the tables were packed with students. He craned his neck and looked for his friends. He found them by the end of the hall which was kind of their spot. Grabbing a tray he stood at the back of the queue before sitting down at their table. On the way he saw a blonde ponytail amongst a group of kind of popular kids. Half of him wanted to stop by and talk to her but when he saw Fishlegs look at him funny, Hiccup kept walking.
"Hey guys have you seen the new girl?" Snotlout remarked, spraying bits of his sandwich on the table. He may be Hiccup's cousin but the guy disgusts him in ways no one can describe. "She's a total babe."
He set his tray down and sat next to Astrid who barely touched her food. They were talking about the new student-Rapunzel. Instinctively he looked over his shoulder to her. She sat by the window with a few cheerleaders. First day of school and she's already friends with the cool kids. Hiccup thought. He should have expected this. Rapunzel was the kind of person the populars always looked for and wanted to be friends with; pretty, thin, blonde and possibly rich. He'd never have a chance to talk to her.
"Hiccup knows." Fishlegs suddenly said which snapped Hiccup out of his reverie. Everyone was looking at him expectantly. He must have looked really blank since they rolled their eyes at him. "I said," Fishlegs repeated. "You know her right? The girl?"
Oh. He pushed his food around the plate with his fork, mushing it all up. "I didn't really get her name."
Finally Snotlout changed the topic. There were five minutes left till the bell. Half the students were already pushing themselves out the doors. Hiccup looked back again at Rapunzel. She was still there. What caught him by surprise though was when she turned her head just a few inches to the right to look right at him. She sent him a faint smile and a wave. Returning it, Hiccup blushed scarlet.
Three minutes before the bell he packed his things and slung his backpack over one shoulder. "Gotta go guys, I'm late for shop."
He said to the group to which they looked at him surprised.
"You take shop?" Astrid asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Willingly?" Snotlout added.
He rolled his eyes at them and headed for the doors. Willingly or not, he needed the credits in shop. Not that he wanted to be on the honors list this year; he never was. He was smart, but not school smart. When he stopped at his locker to put his books in, a tap on his shoulder made him jump and turn around. Now this he did not expect. She stood there with bright eyes.
"Hey." How she can make a single word sound like a sigh was beyond him. She made it sound so easy to say. Hey. He breathed it in.
"Hi." He replied. He didn't really know what to say next so he just stood there adjusting the strap of his back. Stood there hugging her books.
Then her face lit up as if remembering something. She reached for her bag and reached inside, her arm disappearing into the zipper. "I was looking everywhere for you." The blonde said as her arm kept moving inside the bag. She was looking for me? Hiccup thought to himself, a faint smile on his face. "I was going to give this back." Her hand fished out his sweatshirt and handed it to him.
Hiccup took it, the shirt felt crisp in his hands. He shoved down his backpack and thanked Rapunzel. Closing his locker they bother walked down the hall not really knowing where to go. He was really going to be late for shop now.
"So what's your next class?" She asked when we turned round the corner. A sea of students rushed to their next class just wanting this day to be over with already.
"Shop. You?" She was headed for English which was at the opposite hall of his class. They acted as if they've known each other for a long time which was a relief for both.
Before separating at the end of the hall Rapunzel turned to Hiccup. "I'll meet you after school then?" They were going to meet at Hiccup's locker. And for the next 40 minutes that was all Hiccup could think about. The ticking of the clock was the only sound that kept him in reality. His head was already swimming in a sea of daydreams. The writings on the board were meaningless but he found himself writing them down. When the bell finally rang for dismissal everyone scrambled for their things and ran out the door way before the teacher could even close his textbook.
Hiccup once again had to tackle the mass of students littered between lockers. He hung his head low when his friends passed by so he wouldn't have to tag along with them in one of their cow-tipping escapades. He reached his locker and stood by it until most of the people were already out the school doors. Hiccup shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his hand fastened on the strap of his bag. Checking the time on his phone, it read five minutes to four.
She'll be here. She probably just got lost. He slid down the locker and sat on the floor to wait. To pass the time he put out his textbooks and started doing homework. Might as well finish at least a portion of it. Everytime a girl with blonde hair passed he'd stop and look hoping it was her. It wasn't. Another 30 minutes passed and Hiccup was probably the only student left on campus save for those who managed to get themselves in detention on the first day.
She'll be here. She said she'll be here.
She wasn't
yea i know it's short. i didnt know what to write in this chapter
i promise there'll be more hiccunzel interactions in the next one
luv ya :3