So prom sucked... but here~ cause I have no life.
Hiccup was bouncing no matter what class he went to or where he was, he was nervous. Excited maybe, no, no, it was definitely nervousness. He was now at his locker, mentally counting down the days he had till dinner with Jack, er, Jack's family that is. It was Wednesday and that meant he had Thursday and Friday to panic even more. As he rammed his books into the already cramped locker space, only to have them fall out at his feet, Astrid came up. She had already gotten her stuff and was ready to head home; she just needed Hiccup to finish his fumbling before they could leave. "Hey, you okay?" She asked.
"What?" Hiccup dropped another book and went to pick it up. "Oh, yeah, yeah I'm fine," he said absently.
Astrid watched him, his movements more jittery than usual. "Uh huh?" She noticed something had been up with him for a few days; his eyes always seem to look around the room instead of her face when they spoke. He was hiding something, she just didn't know what. "Well are you ready to leave yet or would you like to drop your books a few more times?"
Usually Hiccup would respond with a snarky comment and the rolls of the eyes, instead he finished shoving his books into his locker and slammed it closed silently. He nodded and they made their way down the hallway, an unusual quiet falling between them. Hiccup seemed to be oddly interested in his backpack straps, thrumming his fingers against them.
After getting outside and traveling for a few more agonizing minutes, Astrid had had enough of the silent treatment. "Seriously Hic, are you okay? You seem really spacey," she pointed out.
"I am not spacey-" If the world was working against him, he wouldn't have been surprised. His shoe got caught on an uneven piece of sidewalk and he came tumbling down, landing on his knees and hands. He shook out his palms and inspected the damage, only slightly raw and burning much to his delight. "Ugh, great," he muttered.
"See what I mean?" Astrid grunted as she helped the boy get to his feet. "You've been out of it this whole day and you haven't said anything. What's going on for real?" She set her mouth in a straight line and glared, showing she wasn't going to play nice anymore. "Tell me Hiccup or I'll have to use physical force."
Hiccup looked at the ground, wiping his hands on his sweater, though highly unsanitary. "I didn't want to tell you 'cause I knew you'd get angry," he explained. She sighed and knocked into his shoulder in a friendly gesture, a sign for him to keep going. "I was texting Jack-"
"When aren't you texting him?" This earned a glare and she shrugged.
"I was texting Jack," he repeated, "and, well he invited me over for dinner." Astrid stopped completely and tugged on his arm so he would face her. Her face was completely blank but Hiccup could tell something was brewing underneath the surface and it wasn't going to be good. "See, this is why I didn't want to tell you."
Much to his surprise she let out a long sigh and clapped him on the shoulder. "No, no," she said, controlled, "you… you do what you want." Her right eye twitched slightly. "I-I can't stop you… you from…" Now her lip. Her nails were beginning to dig into his shirt and the skin underneath.
"Astrid?" He was being to become concerned, wondering if she was having a seizure. "Do you need immediate medical attention?" She shook her head in a jerky motion, blonde hair whipping back and forth. "I can call an ambulance right now," he warned. Pulling out his phone he glanced at her, seeing that she was beginning to calm down. "You done now?"
She sucked in a breath. "Yes, I think I'm good right now." They continued walking and she hauled back and punched his arm with almost full force. Hiccup went flying a few inches before finally getting his footing back. He didn't want to land on the floor twice in one day.
"What was that for?!" He screamed. A jogger on the other side of the road looked at them for a moment before continuing on his way. "That hurt!" He rubbed the spot where she had punched him, throbbing under his touch. "Geez Astrid, calm down."
"Well maybe if my best friend wouldn't keep important things like this from me, I wouldn't have to be so violent!" She argued. Her cheeks were flushed red with anger as she stomped forward, continuing their way home.
"You don't need to be violent in the first place!" Hiccup followed after, hunched over defensively. "I didn't want to tell you because I knew you would react this way! Look," he caught up to her, "I understand it's stupid and rash, but I'm just doing this as a friend. Okay? A friend." When she looked at him from the corner of her eye he gave his best innocent smile and she groaned.
"Hiccup, you better not fall head over heels for this boy," she warned. "I don't want to get that call at one thirty in the morning and have to sneak you into my room to watch Disney movies and eat a tub of ice cream again." He flushed and remembered exactly what she was talking about.
It was the first time he realized why he wasn't like everyone else in Berk. He was stuck at home with his family, watching a movie. His dad and mom were sitting together while him and Toothless fought over the recliner. He had lost and was forced onto the floor, sitting uncomfortably throughout most of the movie. He had forgotten what movie it was but there was a scene, his parents didn't seem to think they were too young (Hiccup 12 and Toothless 9), where the male lead was stripped down, back to the camera.
He was beautiful, the curve of his back and the arch of his neck. Hiccup just assumed since he was a self proclaimed (not so proclaimed really) artist that it was just his artistic brain taking in the lighting and posing. But then later that night as he lay in bed, the image of the actor kept coming before his closed eyes and he was shocked to find that, well, a twelve year old would be so aroused. Passing it off as a mistake he ignored it.
During the week though, he began to notice the other boys in his grade, the way they moved and the lean muscle they were beginning to build, bulging under their t-shirts. He didn't think it was perverted at the time, but after a while, he couldn't stop staring. His eyes naturally went to them, studying their tall and strong figures. While others snickered and giggled about playboy he was much more interested in the actors on TV, eyes glued to their perfectly sculpted jaws and features.
After a few months of him denying, one night he just couldn't seem to sleep. So he did what any twelve year old boy would do and walked all the way over to his best friend's house in the middle of the night wearing nothing but a t-shirt and boxers. He had thrown pebbles at her window until she woke up, angry and groggy, but allowed him entrance anyways. Right as he climbed through her window, he collapsed into her arms and sobbed.
Astrid didn't know what to do so she let him cry until he explained himself, and when he did, she ran down stairs and grabbed a tub of Moose Tracks ice cream and a Disney movie. The Little Mermaid. They sat there watching that movie in her room while spooning the creamy night time snack into each other's mouths until morning.
At that point Hiccup had dragged himself back home, crawling into bed and claiming he was sick when his mom came up to wake him. It was a difficult time after that night for him to focus, but Astrid was right beside him, completely devoted and he loved her for that.
"You won't be getting any calls," he finally said, snapping out of his memories. "It's just dinner and his family is there so nothing can be done." They finally came to his house, though Astrid lived a few houses back, she tended to follow Hiccup home before turning around. "I need to get this English homework done and then I'll text you alright?"
Astrid gave a small smile and nodded, pulling the boy into a head lock. "You better promise me you'll give me all the details when you get back, got it?" She rubbed his head with her knuckles and he shouted mercy before she let go. "Good, I'll talk to you later Hic." Hurrying down the sidewalk, she waved over her shoulder and Hiccup just patted down his hair, giving a smirk before going into his house.
Jack had finished most of his work for school and traveled upstairs, scratching the back of his head. His roots were starting to come in and he supposed he was going to have to re-dye his hair at some point in the near future. Emma was at the large dinner table, working on what seemed to be History. She looked up at Jack and smiled, finding a good excuse to get out of her homework for a moment. "Hey," she said.
"Hey squirt," he nodded. Tooth was in the kitchen, cutting up vegetables for dinner that night. He grabbed a water from the fridge and leaned against the counter, taking a sip. "Need help?"
"No, I think I got it," Tooth waved him off and finished cutting up a pepper. "Is there something you need?" She looked at him, her eyes almost a violet color in certain lights. "You usually only ask for help if you want something in return." Jack let out a nervous laugh, knowing he was caught. "So what is it?"
He pushed off the counter, wandering around the spacious kitchen. "I invited a friend over for dinner Saturday, I was supposed to tell you a while back but I guess it just slipped my mind." He shrugged, taking another gulp of his water. "I hope you don't mind."
Tooth shrugged, brushing her brunette hair from her face. "Jamie is always here on Saturday anyways, I don't see why you even need to tell me this," she laughed, "he's practically family as is."
Jack shook his head. "No it's not Jamie, remember at the convention when we met Hiccup, the little skinny kid?" His mother brightened and nodded. "Yeah, him. I asked him."
"Oh, you've been talking with him? That's great; he was a really sweet kid. His teeth are a little crooked but that can be fixed." She washed off the vegetables she cut, drying them out on a paper towel. "Are his friends coming along?"
"I don't think so, just him. But his mom just wants to talk to you before dinner, just to make sure we aren't as crazy as we seem." Jack turned as Emma came into the kitchen, going to their mom and grabbing a slice of pepper.
She popped it in her mouth and looked around. "Are we talking about Hiccup?" She asked. It was a big topic for her since Hiccup was now the target of her twelve year old crush. "So he is coming Saturday for sure?" Her brown eyes brightened as she glanced at Jack who smiled.
"I believe so. Unless something happens to him before then." He looked back at Tooth and raised his eyebrows. "So can you talk to his mom and make sure you explain we aren't a crazy family?" There was a loud boom of the front door closing and North's large shoes slapping against the floor.
Emma ran out of the kitchen, throwing her arms in the air. "Dad!" There was an echoing laugh and a few seconds later North came into the kitchen with Emma upon his shoulders, her arms wrapped around his head for safety. At the convention it was easy to assume that he was a look-a-like of Santa Clause, but that was just the costume. When you wiped away the makeup and took away the fat pads, he was North once more.
He was tall, not just average tall, but tall. His dark brown hair was usually unruly and his beard neatly trimmed. Pale blue eyes stood out against his rosy cheeks and pale skin. He was lean and covered with muscle from his weekly workouts, only adding to his stature. "And how is my family this fine evening?" He chuckled, leaning down to peck Tooth on the lips.
"Discussing dinner for Saturday," she giggled as he pulled away. "Jack is bringing Hiccup here to eat with us." She sent a sly smile to her son and North turned to him.
"Ah, making friends I see? What about Jamie? Is he gracing us with his presence as usual?" He put Emma down and placed his hands on his hips.
"Yeah, is everyone else showing up too?" Jack crossed his arms, tilting his head.
Tooth nodded, counting off her fingers. "Bunnymund and Sandy are coming, so yes, everyone is going to be there." She paused for a moment, looking at Jack nervously. "You don't think we're going to scare Hiccup with all of us?" She knew her brother could be a little… menacing if you didn't understand his humor.
"I already introduced them and Uncle Bunnymund seemed to like Hiccup just fine." Jack remembered back to how he used Hiccup as a bartering tactic to get food. "I'm sure it'll be perfect, of course with your cooking, everything can be perfect." He batted his eyelashes and Tooth scoff, smacking his shoulder playfully.
"Well, then all it seems I need to do is talk to his mother and everything will be set." Tooth clapped her hands and looked to North. "Maybe we can talk him into coming to another convention with us? It would be fun to have more of us to spread the-"
"Advertisement?" Jack cut in.
She frowned. "I was going to say cheer, but thank you Jack." He laughed and began to wander away, wondering if he should text Hiccup about his family but Emma quickly caught his attention as she ran and hung on his arm.
"Yes?" He looked down at her, raising an eyebrow.
"During dinner can I sit next to Hiccup?" She asked her brown eyes large and innocent. "You can sit next to Jamie like always," she added.
"He's my guest, I should sit by him," he reminded. Emma began to pout and he sighed. "Alright, we can both sit by him. How about that?" She smiled and nodded, going back to her homework. He laughed to himself going on his way, checking his phone to see if he got a text from Hiccup.
Now all that's left is graduation... and then college over night thingy... *cries*
Kisses and unicorns
~Shi
