Destined - A Hiccup x Fem Reader Fanfic

1:Introduction/Arriving at Berk

Y/N sat in the same basic, plastic, blue chair as she did everyday. Waiting impatiently, tapping on her plain wooden desk with her index finger. She wore a white, stained shirt, jeans, and a plaid jacket around her waist.(You can change the way you look I just wanted to give a good descriptive.) She tuned out what her teacher and other classmates said as she looked at the clock impatiently. 'God's, school is so boring.' She thought. (In this story Y/N believes in Norse mythology, I hope that's okay with you all.)

Y/N couldn't do anything other then look at the boring clock, she had no friends to 'gossip', or talk to, nothing to draw or write on, and the gods know she's not going to actually pay attention in class.

'Three more minutes.. more like hours,' She rolled her eyes as she stared at the black and white clock that sat above her teacher's white board. Tick. Tick. Tick. Ti-

"Y/N." She was suddenly brought out of her thoughts, Y/N snapped her head to where the voice came from. Her teacher, Ms. Zea stood infront of the girl, her hands neatly placed on the clipboard she held.

"Um, yes—Ms. Zea?" Y/N anxiously replied.'Shit. She probably saw me not paying attention..'

"Could you answer the question up on the board?" She gestured to the whiteboard that was in the front of the class, the one with the clock above it. In blue marker ink, a math question was there.

"Uhm... 457?" Y/N hesitantly replied. She wasn't the best at math, and Ms. Zea was aware of this—so hopefully Ms. Zea wouldn't do anything if she was wrong.

"Correct. Carry on."

Y/N let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. A big wave of relief came over her. Phew. That was a close one.

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Y/N hurried out of her classroom, and straight to her locker; trying to avoid a certain group of three. She quickly put away her books, and got out her backpack. 'Just a few more things then I can get out of here..' Just as she was closing her locker, she heard the familiar popping sound. She turned around on her heel, and there they were. A brunette glared at Y/N and chewed bubble gum, two other girls, black haired and red haired stood behind her, like they were in some sort of formation. Typical bullies.

Y/N sighed in annoyance, already knowing what was coming to her. "What do you want, Julia?"

"Don't play dumb with me. Did the smell of your disgusting hotel place seep into your brain?"

"I don't have any money on me right now, okay?" Y/N quickly tried to step to the side and get away, but was blocked.

"Listen, idiot. I know you have some. I don't care if it's your parents or not."

"Don't you have your own money? I thought you were rich. Or did you finally go bankrupt because people finally learned that your dad's designs suck?"

Julia pushed Y/N back against her locker, a bang from the locker door interrupting the commotion of the  school hallway. All attention turned to the girls. "Listen, twerp. The bigger your confidence is, the bigger of chance you get of getting a broken limb. So if I were you, I'd shut up."

Suddenly, Y/N felt a wave of confidence wash over her, and with no second thought- punched Julia!? The hallway erupted into gasps. Julia and her friends were like school royalty. No one would ever dare punch any of them. Y/N immediately gasped aswell and covered her mouth with her hands.

Julia put a hand over her cheek, where she was punched. "You little brat!"

"Oh no." Y/N muttered. Julia immediately took a swing at her, to which she ducked right on time and appeared behind Julia.