Welcome back to Quid Pro Quo! There is a name in here that has some explanation behind it, and that explanation will be at the bottom of the fic! Enjoy.


"Keep your legs pumping!" Coach yelled at them as they ran around the field, a small five-pound medicine ball being tossed over their heads as they ran. This horrible form of athletic torture involved running in a single file line, hands held over their heads while they tossed the medicine ball to each other. When it reached the last person in the line, they sprinted to the front. Rinse and repeat for what felt like years.

Hiccup was a fairly athletic person though, and so the running didn't really challenge him that much. Still though...after a short time, this became quite tough. He ran at the back of the line right that moment and knew that his sprint to the front was coming quickly. When it did come, he ran hard to get to the front of the line quickly, where he could breathe again.

After the horrific workout, Hiccup lay with his teammates on the track, heaving air to fill their lungs. It was something that bound them all together; the collective ability to say 'oh man, do you remember that horrible day when we ran for two hours?' Then they could all go and reminisce about how much they hated it. Point is, they did it together. Blood, sweat, and tears sort of bring people together, apparently.

As a team, they were all close. For the most part. Hiccup and Fred were both freshman and therefore did not know everybody they could or as well as they could, but things were pretty alright. Generally speaking, everyone was chill with each other and there were no active rivalries or anything. Well...as long as you didn't count coach harassing people while they tried to catch their breath.

"Haddock, how is French going?" Gobber said, looming over Hiccup in a way that cast a shadow over him. The tired, sweaty boy leaned up on his elbows.

"Good I guess. I have a tutor now. A good one. French Major."

Fred poked his head up off the surface of the track, an eyebrow cocked. "Is it one of those girls from the student center the other day?" He wheezed.

Hiccup nodded. "Yeah. She just happened to be at the ASC that day that I went back. I don't think she wanted to tutor me…"

"Who would," Kristoff Bjorgman laughed from where he lay. "You're ugly."

"Fuck you," Hiccup smirked. "She needs help in history and I'm good at that, so we agreed to help each other out."

Nearby, Tamora Calhoun sat up, sweat dripping down her toned abs. The purple sports bra that she wore for practice was nearly completely soaked. "A quid pro quo thing huh? Sure her back isn't all you want to scratch?"

Hiccup flipped her the bird. "I'm not a horndog, Tammy. I need her help to pass French. Besides, why does everyone go straight to that thought? I don't want to fuck her or anything." Maybe a slight mistruth, because he certainly wouldn't say no if it came up, but it wasn't something he was pursuing.

"Chill out, Haddock," Sven Bjorgman, Kristoff's older brother, remarked. "We don't think that. Just fun to give you a hard time." The man was sort of their unofficial captain on the team. He was a senior this year and an NCAA qualifier in the shot put. He was one of two seniors on the team this year on the men's side. His counterpart was a guy from Africa who had come to the states to throw. His name was Mufasa Kiburi, and he was mostly a cool guy but had class when they practiced, so Hiccup didn't see him often.

Hiccup only groused for a minute or two before dropping it. "Anyway. It's gonna get better coach. Don't worry." He reassured the man, who seemed to accept it and went to go harass someone else.

They stretched out and started to get their things together. Hiccup checked his phone and smiled widely. "Yes! Afternoon class got cancelled! Who is coming to Taco Bell with me!?"

Fred shook his head. "Not me. I have a study session to go to for agriculture."

Kristoff and Sven declined as well. "We have anatomy lab this evening. Gotta get prepped."

Hiccup frowned for a second and shrugged. Oh well. He could stand going by himself. He was secure enough as a person that he could go out alone and not feel weirded out by it. Hell, he went to the buffet in town all the time alone.

"I'll go with you Hiccup." He turned to see Tammy walking up to them, still sweaty but now with a t-shirt on. "I love burritos!"

He smiled at her and cocked his head. "C'mon then. Burritos wait for no man! Or woman!"


So the name that needs explanation is Mufasa Kiburi. We all know who Mufasa is (I hope) but if you don't, he is the big daddy lion in the first lion king move. And no, he will NOT be dying a tragic death in this fic. His last name, Kiburi, is the Swahili word for pride. I hope you enjoyed!