(A/N) I know updates have been super slow. My computer is deciding to mess up so I had to take it to shop and I've been having some crazy stuff going on with family. I'm still alive though just so you know!
*Beep Beep Beep*
Ugh...what is that?
Hiccup rolled over in his bed, laying a hand on his sweat covered forehead. Nightmares had gotten the best of him, well with stress and all, though they weren't uncommon for the teen so he was used to them. Attempting to sit up with support from his elbows, forest green eyes drifted around the messy bedroom.
"Shoot!" Hiccup suddenly realized what that obnoxious beeping was, and he sat right up causing his blanket to fall. Someone cleared their throat to his left, and Hiccup looked at the side of his bed. "T?" "Yep I'm here H. Your alarm's been bugging me for the past five minutes." T shrugged with his hands behind his head.
Hiccup raised a confused eyebrow, turning off his alarm and leaning against the bed's backboard. A shiver went up his spine as cold wind from the window Hiccup forgot to close hit his bare, freckled, skinny torso. "Why didn't you wake me up then?" Hiccup asked a bit annoyed, brushing messy auburn bangs out of his face with his hand.
"I didn't bother waking you because you set your alarm for six in the morning, and you need extra rest after all that shouting you did last night." T explained, referring to Hiccup's nightmares. He got off the end of the bed, his own torso covered by one of Hiccup's older dark green tunics. "Hope you don't mind me steeling the shirt by the way."
Hiccup smiled and waved it off with his hand. He reached for his nightstand, and grabbed his own black shirt and jeans. "Nah, feel free to take any of my older cloths T. What's mine is yours. Now...have you happened to see where I placed my prosthetic last night?" Hiccup asked as he swung his leg and a half over the side of the bed, scanning the floor with his eyes.
T chuckled to himself and grabbed the prosthetic from beside the stand. He tossed it to Hiccup who caught it thanks to amazing reflexes. "Found it last night near the bathroom somehow." T began. Hiccup shrugged and put on the leg, before pulling his jeans on. "I have no idea how you manage to lose your own leg by the way." Hiccup, despite his concentration on finding his book bag in his mess of cloths and papers, couldn't help but laugh at that one.
"Oh common T. We both know I'm not the only one. I've had my fair share of searches when you've spent the night before." T rolled his eyes, tossing Hiccup an apple who, once again, caught it with ease. The two boys walked downstairs to eat a little more breakfast, Hiccup making eggs to go with left over biscuits.
"So..." T started, waving some smoke caused by the burner away from his eyes with an oven mitt. "You doing alright? With all that's been going on I mean?" Hiccup didn't answer at first, putting all his concentration into his cooking. No one in the family ever understood where Hiccup got his culinary arts from. Stoick Haddock was always used to eating what ever he had despite the taste, and Valka Haddock wasn't the best at cooking anything besides a sandwich. The only thing Gobber could make was drinks for the town when a party was going on, but that wasn't cooking, that was a love for alcohol. Even Hiccup's grandfather couldn't cook much more than a stew.
After setting the table for himself and T (In other words putting the eggs in a messy pile on two paper plates and setting them beside the fruit basket on the old coffee table) Hiccup decided to continue the conversation. "I guess. It's not everyday you realize you're about to be forced out of your childlike nature and into the more mature roles of parenthood though. I don't know T...I have hardly any role models in the subject other than Astrid's dad. You know my father hardly ever recognizes me, and don't even get me started on Mr. Agreeable." Hiccup rambled on while taking one of the forks and trying to flick his eggs into a little metal ring on the side of the fruit bowl. Him and T had always had a thing for making creative baskets or goals with their food ever since they were younger.
T listened to every word Hiccup said. He may have been a quiet boy, but when you needed to just talk, he was one heck of a listening ear. T would correct you if you started drifting too much into self pity, and he'd try to give you some tips if ever in a depressing time. His most admired trait though, was his ability to just listen, those nearly acid green eyes filled with a cold look you'd never forget. They were kind, protective, and said 'I'm here for you'. At the same time though, those windows to the soul also reflected T's past. You could never forget that he had it worse when you looked at his face and saw the knife wound across his right eye.
"Anyways, I guess I'll just go with it." Hiccup flopped back on the couch with a sigh. "This isn't my type of thing. You know? I'm the Hiccup in the school who is as odd as they come, but prepared for anything. How am I supposed to go to college when I have a little guy running around to catch up with? What if the child's a girl and I'm too busy protecting her from other guys when she's older so I don't have as much time with Astrid? There are so many things that could go wrong, and the Pro's and Con's are even. I'm not used to being this unprepared. To having to just go with it. I know Astrid has to be going through some stress too though, and I hate myself for focusing on just me. In all, I'm really grateful I have people like you who are willing to listen to that hole speech."
Hiccup finally finished, out of breath. T couldn't help but chuckle, moving his hands from behind his head. His left hand lay on Hiccup's shoulder, his right wrapping around the boy in a side hug. "I know you'll get it Hiccup. You always pull through." With that, T pat Hiccup's chest rather roughly, standing up to stretch. "Anyways, we've got twenty minutes before school and I've got some homework to get done. Mind if I use your shower real quick first?" Hiccup smiled, and was more than willing to let the Teen call the house his own. After all, it's not everyday you find a friend like T.