EagleDragon15 - calm down, it's not over yet!
BrawlerGamer - nineteen year old girls with crushes! Plus girls talk. You're quite right about Astrid and Dagur! As for Stoick and Valka... I haven't planned that far ahead yet. They might work it out or they might kill each other. Who knows! Thats the fun of a half-planned story that I am mostly writing as it goes.
Guest - remind me when this is done, I may well write a Justin/Heather epilogue or something.
The Cautious Quill - who doesn't love some perv-strid!?
I'm hoping this will only end up being a two shot. But I'm very bad at sticking to that sort of thing (as previous very none-one-shot chapter suggests)
-HTTYD-
Hiccup sent his father a message saying he was spending the night at his mom's, and as predicted he got an irate phone call about when he could come and go.
"I'm a grown up dad!"
Was all Hiccup had to say, waiting for the time he knew was when Gobber and his dad headed out for the weekly liver-destruction contest with Jorgenson and Thorston at the pub. Then he and his mother hopped into her car, feeling almost like he was breaking into the home as they dashed up to Hiccup's room and packed everything up.
They had had practice. Hiccup had helped his mother pack up when she was leaving, even though he didn't want her to go. Luckily Hiccup was a man of limited interests, and only packing up clothes and toiletries, then drawing stuff and mechanical stuff had his bedroom basically emptied into boxes and bags within three hours.
Hiccup tossed his keys onto the side, collected all his mail and 'important documents' like birth certificate and passport from around the house and left his dad a note.
"I'm a grown up. Moving out. Will talk when you're not drunk. Hiccup."
He knew that wouldn't be the end of it, but Hiccup let himself be excited about getting to spend time with his mother again. Especially her gummy, three-legged half-tailed wolfhound rescue dog, Toothless. Right before he left through the self-locking door, Hiccup clicked.
"Oh, hang on. I need my teaching stuff from the study. Start the car, I'll be two minutes."
Valka nodded up at him, watching Hiccup turn and jog back in before she headed to her car. He heard the engine rev as he collected his folders for work, lesson plans and grading criteria mostly, then took himself back to the front door. He placed the folders in the back seat, circled around to his passenger door and saw another car on the road nearby.
"Hurry! Dad's home!"
Giggling at their daft escapism routine, she floored the accelerator and they shot out of the driveway, probably narrowly missing the car full of drunken men. At least one of whom was breaking the law by driving intoxicated, Hiccup mused. He counted his blessings from Odin that Stoick didn't know where Valka lived.
Toothless bounded all over him when they were carting boxes and bags in; Hiccup's phone vibrated almost non-stop until he switched it off to allow them to work through the night. Collapsing with pizza delivery and mugs of a weird herbal tea his mother liked, the two high-fived lazily.
"I never thought I would get you home again my boy."
"You shoulda told me everything. What dad did wasn't right."
Hiccup tossed a piece of sausage to Toothless, who immediately began kicking it around the floor with his paws. He knew he would raise some eyebrows when he told his colleagues at work on Monday about the move, but nobody understood he and his mothers bond - they were two sides of a coin, neither quite what Stoick had wanted and had bore the brunt of trying anyway. Hiccup still loved his dad, but his mother offered him a chance to breathe and he took it eagerly.
"It's in the past now. You're home."
They cleared up and Hiccup switched his phone back on to send his father a text, saying he was turning his phone off for the night and would call him in the morning. He switched it back off before he could get a response, then dropped heavily onto his bed. He already had a room there, his mothers house old fashioned and designed to have 'women's quarters' and 'men's quarters', so the communal areas like kitchen and living room sat in the middle, while bedrooms and individual bathrooms sat at opposite ends of the building.
Hiccup woke with a drooling, heavy ball of hair on him. Toothless licked his face and barked happily the second his eyes opened, somehow seeming to know what was going on.
"I called Sven, he very kindly gave me today off so long as we are both in tomorrow to help make up the time. Let's move you in son."
Valka was so... energetic. She practically bounced with glee at having Hiccup agree to live with her, and after they shared a quick breakfast of bacon and egg - and fended off Toothless - they started joining Hiccup's things with hers. He had seen how sad his mother was, wished he had thought to do this sooner.
He loved her house, with it's walls painted in all kinds of scenery, photographs and postcards from when she was younger and had travelled stuck in random places. It was chaos personified, but it absolutely worked.
As they stopped for lunch, his mother turned back to a topic he rather hoped had been dropped.
"So... tell me about this Astrid girl."
"She takes my class at the college. As far as I'm concerned, that's all there is to it."
Biting into his peanut butter sandwich, Hiccup took a swallow of his juice as he waited for his mothers pursed lips to form an answer.
"You should keep it that way. Let the crush fizzle out-"
Sensing a long, probably tangential list of reasons why he should have nothing to do with Astrid, Hiccup cut her off.
"Mom, I'm not an idiot. I would lose my job for dating a student."
He knew it would never come of anything, but that didn't mean Hiccup couldn't enjoy looking at her hair catching the sun now and then, right?
Hiccup didn't realise it then, but there was a flaw in his personal mantra of "it's just looking".
Astrid wanted more than looks.
"You saw him? I thought you went there for the animals!"
Heather, who was halfway in the process of stealing Astrid's ketchup-covered chips from her plate, exclaimed that evening.
"I do! I've only ever seen his mom there before, but he just turned up and said he volunteers there in his free time. Did you know he looks kind of adorable in green?"
"Eugh."
Heather cringed, shaking her head. She did not share in Astrid's attraction to Haddock, not when Justin Ingerman awaited her ogling again.
"Did he end up messaging you back?"
"Only when I asked about his dog. And that was it. Just about Meatlug."
"He wuvs his doggy."
Heather glared at her mocking tone.
"Bitch."
"Love you too babe. Well, it's late. I should get home."
Astrid dragged herself off Heather's bed, stretching and sighing.
"You make it sound like you have far to go. You could be in bed before I'm done brushing my teeth."
"Eh. I'm going. We doing anything tomorrow?"
"Uh... I'm kinda walking with Meatlug and Justin."
Heather's cheeks flushed when Astrid whipped around in surprise, having missed that in the three hours she had been back at Heather's since leaving Hiccup and his mother alone at the nature place. Watching him with her was a whole new experience, he was hot and feral working with motorbikes and wearing leather. But with his mom and the animals, in that baggy green t-shirt and loose brown trousers... he was almost a different person.
He still had the swagger, that smile that made her groin heat up. But he also had a light, easy laugh and he lit up with joy the same way his mother did. The birds all seemed to know him, trust him. He touched them with the delicate touch Astrid had shivered over a hundred times when he was drawing or tinkering in class. That time, she had a different kind of warmth.
Oh, Astrid still wanted to have him pin her to the wall wearing his leathers and take her to pieces. Hel, she wanted him to lay her on his motorbike and fuck her til she couldn't remember her own name. But now...
She wanted to know him too.
"Astrid? That you?"
Her mom called out sleepily - she must have dozed off on the sofa again. Her mom often fell asleep in front of the tv.
"Sorry mom, lost track of time at Heather's again!"
That was normal. Sometimes Heather would spend six hours after college in their house instead. It varied from day to day.
"Alright love. Off to bed then, it's late."
Astrid was heading that way anyway, grabbing her re-fillable water bottle from the fridge and taking herself up to her room. Once there she dumped her bag on her desk, stripped off and dropped ungracefully onto her bed in her underwear. Thinking about her teacher had the usual effect, the cotton material of her pants growing wet until Astrid sighed in frustration and reached down.
He was all limbs, thin fingers that Astrid pictured digging into her waist, skating across her breast and slipping inside her as she buried her hands in his messy, soft-looking hair and bit his thin lip. She wanted to hear his guttural groans in her ear, the smell of leather in her lungs and his lopsided smirk against her lips.
The self-induced orgasm barely took the edge off, but at least she would be able to sleep now. She washed her hands, brushed her teeth and changed into her pyjamas. Crawling into bed, she checked her phone and found a text from Heather.
I have nothing to wear!
It's a dog walk Heather, not a night out clubbing! Wear something comfortable, his little legs can cover some distance according to Dagur.
You are not helping.
If you had said something before I left, I would have helped you pick!
That was then. It's not til Midday, you come over at ten and help?
If you go away now so I can sleep.
Heather didn't reply, so Astrid took that as agreement, plugged her phone into it's charger and dropped heavily onto her pillow. Sleep took her quickly, and Heather woke her at nine am repeatedly calling her until Astrid answered, awake and irate.
"What?"
"Checking you were awake so you can be here for ten!"
"Heather, it takes me approximately two minutes to reach your house. I do not need to be awake an hour in advance."
She hung up, yawned, growled and crawled out of bed. Astrid peered in the mirror in horror, seeing the mad bed hair clouding half the mirror around her head. Using damp fingers, she tamed it downward before knotting it into it's usual braid, then going through the usual bathroom rituals to make her fit to stumble downstairs in search of breakfast.
"You're up before lunch on a Saturday? Is it the Apocalypse?"
"Funny mom. Absolutely hilarious. No. I have an evil best friend who needs help getting dressed for a dog walk date."
She scowled into her coffee, attempting to source something like energy to be alive so early. She thought back to what her teacher had said - he held down the teaching job, the mechanic job and volunteered with whatever free time he had left. Astrid barely managed to survive just college and occasionally helping at either Heather's moms bakery or her own mother's pottery shop for extra money.
"A dog walk date? It's not mama Ingerman's boy by any chance is it?"
""Fishlegs? I mean, Justin? It might be."
"Make sure you put her in comfortable shoes!"
Astrid inhaled her scrambled eggs - just right, with a little butter and cheese mixed in - and threw back the last of her coffee.
"I'm going to go kill Heather. Then pick her outfit."
She headed back upstairs for her phone and some shoes... not that she hadn't walked to Heather's in slippers before. Hel, in full pyjamas and dressing gown clutching a hot chocolate at one in the morning sometimes. As ready as she needed to be that criminally early on a weekend, Astrid headed down to Heather's. She opened the door with a towel around her head and panic in her eyes.
Dagur grunted a half-awake greeting at her as she passed, drinking his protein shake before his long morning run. She suspected the big brother didn't know his baby sister was off on a date, or he would be making vague threats about how he best would punish Justin for hurting Heather.
"Ok. You go dry your hair, I'm going to pick you a cute dog hike outfit."
Heather had shockingly little in practical wear, but Astrid was always attempting to teach her that one day she might need something that wouldn't hurt to walk in. Still, her options were limited.
"Before you complain about my choices, try it out and remember you'll be walking lots."
Grumbling, Heather tossed her dressing gown aside and put on the supportive bra she hated. Astrid, used to her friends casual nudity, sat daydreaming about Haddock until Heather threw a balled up pair of socks at her.
"Well?"
"You look cute. I don't think it'll rain today so... wear your waistcoat instead of a jacket. Still got pockets but cute and not too warm."
"Oh, mom said if you're stuck for something to do today she's got a shift with your name on it. Twelve til six."
Well, that solved Astrid's conundrum of what she would do with her day. The nature centre was out of the question. She wasn't going to look like a stalker. No matter how much she liked animals.
She saw Heather off at eleven thirty to head out and meet Justin, then walked the fifteen minutes to Berserk Bakery.
"Astrid! Heather didn't tell me she told you."
"You still want me?"
"Absolutely. Once you're washed and changed, you can start on your favourite part."
"Sweet!"
Astrid pounded out a great deal of frustration kneading dough, absolutely not thinking about her teacher with his leather trousers and perfect butt. Not one bit. When her sexual frustration had finally pissed off back to the deeper recesses of her brain, Astrid left bread rising and baking all over the place and moved on to more delicate work making cupcakes and cookies and stealthily not getting caught licking the spoon when she was done.
Sunday was spent almost entirely with Heather, catching up on homework and listening to her wax poetic about how much of a dork Justin was. Or maybe she said something more complimentary. Astrid forgot somewhere between psychology essays and homework from her beautiful professor-crush. He was probably out somewhere, riding his motorcycle instead of her...
"Astrid!"
"Ah. Did I say that out loud?"
Heather was in absolute fits of laughter at Astrid's embarrassment, wondering how much revenge fodder she had handed over to her best friend.
"You're one to talk. You mentioned no less than four times you could see the outline of Justin's-"
"That's different! He's not my teacher!"
Scribbling out an incorrect answer Heather was completely to blame for by distracting her, Astrid glared some more.
"Yes, you mentioned. I can't help that he's a walking wet dream!"
"Eh. I don't see it. But maybe it's good we have different taste in boys. No rabid axe fights for the sane guy."
"I'd win."
"Dream on blondie."
By the time they were back at college Monday morning, Astrid was as usual thrumming with excitement to see her 'crush' in the form of his mechanics class that morning. He was late, leaving Astrid pouting as valuable moments where she could watch the wiry muscles in his forearms roll beneath his skin ticked away.
He skidded into the room almost ten minutes late, looking a little flustered and Astrid could see a little sweat shining just above the stubble on his jaw and upper lip. It was probably wrong that she sort of wanted to lick it off.
"Apologies everyone! I had to go see the Admin department this morning and well, if you've ever been you'll know... anyway, I'm here. Lets get started. Everyone's favourite word today. How to lubricate your engine parts!"
Oh come on! This isn't fair.
Astrid squirmed slightly as Hiccup flashed her a look for half a second. The weeks torture started again, with his messy hair and dopey grins and-
"Astrid, you're daydreaming."
Heather hissed and nudged her with a bony elbow, then she resumed making eyes at Justin who looked rather amusingly nonplussed. Astrid made an effort not to lose herself in the mans unfairly erotic voice, the dull ache between her thighs that he was always causing starting early. She was sure he knew. Bastard.
-HTTYD-
I'm amused and enthralled by the response to this essentially brain-vomit story!
This will probably be updated within a day or two, but as ever - it'll be erratic! I wasn't intending to start anything new other than one shots because I'm already juggling three active stories. But this happened.