Hiccup was living a relatively normal life. Oh, sure, he was missing a leg.. and sure, he was the only son of Stoick, the owner of the Berk Hotel, only the most well-known hotel in the Barbaric Archipelago, and sure, his full name was Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, and sure he was born on a leap day, and sure he was left-handed.. but his life wasn't that irregular, right?

He sat on the chair behind the service counter, pondering his life's normality. His Dad thought it'd be a good idea to work as a part-time clerk a few years back, helping Gobber with simple tasks, like answering calls from the guests' rooms and handing over keycards. He wanted to bring his dog, Toothless, along, but Stoick had made it clear that there were no animals allowed.

So there he sat, minding his own business and living a totally, perfectly normal life, when suddenly, the doors burst open and hundreds upon hundreds of potential customers came waltzing in.

His eyes widened comically and his jaw dropped.

Now, Hiccup was no stranger to large groups of people bursting into the hotel. He'd seen it multiple times in his career, usually whenever the summer rolled in and Berk became a hotspot for tourism and history nerds wanting to learn more about ancient viking culture. What was unusual about all these guests, though, was that they were all him.

Some had brown hair like he did, others had bright, fiery red. Some wore normal clothes while others looked like they came from the middle ages. Some had their left leg still intact, and some didn't. Some looked as if they'd suffered unimaginable horrors and reeked of sorrow, while others looked as chipper as can be. Some even wore a traditional Viking helmet, though most of them didn't. Some even looked like they were part dragon!

But one thing that they all had in common was that they were all, undeniably, him. Her? Them? He'd seen some female versions of him running around somewhere. They all had the same facial features, the same nasally voice, the same left-handedness, it was mind-boggling to say the least.

He sat there, as still as a statue, trying to process even a fraction of what was going on. He then shivered as he felt some sort of ghostly version of him fly through his body.

"Sorry!" The spirit had said as he floated around to join the group of undead Hiccups that had gathered around the corner.

Undead Hiccups. Ghosts and zombies. Hiccup let out a small shriek as he saw one of the zombie-Hiccups casually rip his arm off, tossing it around the group as if it were a toy.

Now, normally, this would be the part where Hiccup would faint, but he was just simply too freaked out to even do that. He pinched himself rather painfully and multiple times, but this wasn't a dream.

Just when he thought things couldn't get any darn better, Gobber decided to walk out of the staff room.

"Uh..." He decided that he wasn't even going to ask and headed back inside, "Yeah, I'm taking a longer break."

...And now the part-dragons were arguing with what Hiccup had concluded were the dragon-killer versions of him.

Great.

Just some random one-shot I thought up while I was trying to sleep the other day. Feel free to add on to this Multiverse Hotel AU thing in your own fics if you want to, but I'm not gonna be continuing this myself.

Also, sorry to everyone who's waiting for the next chapter of my "Watching RTTE" fic. I'm still working on it, I swear! School and procrastination just got in the way. I'm about halfway done, and I can assure you, you'll like it.