Short Stories: Frostcup Oneshots

Personal Guardian - ONESHOT

(A/N- Beware this oneshot is actually pretty old. I wrote it a while ago so I apologize if I seems all over the place and if it is absolutely terrible. I hope its not that bad and I hope you like it.)

I lived in a small town off to the right side of the really immense cities like New York. It was a calm morning with the snow densely packed in mounds, cold air rushing through my open window to greet me with a chilling hello, and the fireplace running on what my father calls "high-power-logs-that-never-turn-to-ash" and do I believe him? No. If he could figure out a substitute to keep fires running longer than normal, without having the flying ashes, he could be a rich man.

In simple terms, my life, its sturdy. I had no will to leave my home anytime soon, and even though I am twenty, I was not thinking of leaving until I was at least twenty-three.

I yawned and stretched, my body still under the pile of fur blankets. I relaxed and turned my head to my window, looking out I watched as a flurry of snowflakes made their way down, almost dancing in the breeze. I couldn't help but smile.

I shifted my glance to my clock beside my bed; 8:45.

"Time to get up then" I said to myself, earning a small laugh in return. I cocked a brow and sat up, the covers rolling off of me. "I swear I heard I laugh" I whispered, looking around my room but no one was there besides me and my cat.

I frowned a bit and crawled out from under my covers and to the end of the bed, poking my cats stomach. "Are you laughing at me now?" I asked Toothless who, in return, looked at me with his iconic "If-your-not-going-to-feed-me-go-away" glares. I huffed and rubbed behind his ears before getting up off the bed.

"I will feed you when I feed myself, how's that for a plan?" I asked the black furred feline who meowed, licking his paw before rubbing it against his face. "You're lazy" I said playfully, making myself chuckle and yet again, the same small laugh came echoing, this time behind me.

I turned and looked out the window, sticking my head out and into the thick winter air. I scouted for anyone to be around, yet, found no one. I sighed and stayed where I was, the air was nice. I closed my eyes, and let the breeze brush over my face, and I bet it looked like I was kissing the air, and right now, it felt like it too.

"Hiccup!" a deep voice called, knocking me out of my blissful state and back into my room, hitting my head on the upper part of the window in the process. I groaned and held my head for moment before answering to the call. "Yeah, dad" I yelled back, already heading out my door and to the kitchen where my dad resided.

"Good morning son, you sleep well?" he asked, putting on a bright smile as I walked into the room. "Yeah" I replied, making the smile on my dad's face soften before his attention went back to the meal he was trying so hard to prepare.

I rolled my eyes and moved beside him, telling him without words that I would take care of it. He gave me a grateful pat on the back in return. I held a breathless groan in behind seal lips and clenched teeth. I began cooking the eggs as my dad started to talk again.

"A storm is supposed to hit later today" he uttered, his voice almost dull at the sound of a new snow fall. "Won't be as bad as devastating winter in our old town" I said hopefully. "Aye, but we will be picking it up afterwards" he grumbled and as I looked over my shoulder, his face was downcast. "Why so soon? We don't usually take care of it till it's almost knee high" I pointed out, my attention back on the eggs I was careful not to burn.

"I recall, but there is another reason why we need to pick up the snow Hiccup" he said, his voice almost hesitant. I frowned as I served our breakfast. My dad smiled kindly at me, though looking at him, I knew it was forced. As my dad ate I served Toothless his breakfast before eating mine.