Hiccup x oc oneshots

29- new kid

hiccup is 15

italics is Norse, regular is English.

South's p.o.v

all day I've been hearing rumours of a new kid who can't speak English. apparently, he has a black service dog. I'm engrossed in my thoughts when I accidentally bump into someone.

"oh! sorry!" I stand back up and offer him my hand. he smiles graciously at me and takes it. i notice a dog a his side, sat down and eyeing me.

"oh, you're the new kid?" I ask him. he looks sheepish.

"sorry, I don't speak English" he says in old Norse. I grin when I understand

"it's okay. I speak Norse." he seems surprised.

"wow, that's great! my names hiccup." he holds out his hand. I shake it.

"south. who might this big fella be?" i crouch down and offer him my hand. the dog sniffs it, before licking me.

"this is toothless. they said he's called a service dog. I got him when I moved here." he rubbed the back of his neck. I stroke the dog softly.

"if you don't mind me asking, why do you need him?" I ask slowly, unsure if I was stepping over boundaries. he lifts up his trouser leg to reveal a prosthetic leg.

"oh crap. I'm sorry. that's awful" I sigh. he shrugs.

"it's not that bad. don't you have lessons?" he asks. I shake my head.

"no, usually I spend this period every day with the kids that don't speak English down in SS. I can speak German, French, Italian, old Norse, English, Spanish and Latin. I can also use both bsl and asl" i tell him. he tilts his head.

"that's a lot of languages. I've never heard of those places before" we begin walking down the stairs. toothless plods along side us

"I'll be your teacher anyway, so I can tell you all of them. where are you from?" i ask him as we reach the bottom of the stairs and we walk through the doors.

"a small island off the coast of Norway called berk. about 200 people live there. we had no electricity, no bricks or anything like that. we basically lived as Vikings. I'm a direct descendant from a line of chieftains." he tells me. gape as we sit down at a table across rom each other

"that's really cool. did you like it there?" he shakes his head

"my name means the runt of the litter. I was teased a lot by my cousin snotlout, the twins ruffnut and tuffnut. my crush, Astrid, ignored me. fishlegs was okay, but he tended to stay away from me so he wouldn't get picked on." he explains. I reach over and place my hand on his shoulder, smiling gently at him.

"I'm sorry. that must have been really bad. I promise that I will never pick on you, and if you'd like, we can be friends! I'm in a relatively large group of people. we are the outcasts of the school, known for being strange. I promise you will fit in here." he tears up lightly.

"thank you" I smile at him.

"it's nothing. if I may ask, why did you move to England? it's hardly the nicest of all places to be" he laughs.

"well, I lost my leg about 6 months ago. I got onto a boat with my father the same day I woke up. we sailed to Norway, then got on a plane here. my dad said that he'd been to Norway before, and that they had said that England could best support my needs. I spent a few weeks in the hospital, getting my leg and stuff. the day I got out, they gave me toothless, saying he is trained to get my leg, get help if I fall, and things like that." he tells me. I nod.