Hiccup x oc oneshots

31- childish

south's p.o.v

I sigh impatiently as i wait for the train to come to a stop. for the past 2 weeks I've been in Wyoming on a school trip, learning about rural areas and all that scrap. I flick my head as my fringe falls in my eyes. finally, the train pulls to a stop, and i rush out. a man i don't know walks up to me.

"hey sweetie, wanna come back to mine" h winks. I shudder and walk off. i look around wildly until I spot my boyfriend, hiccup, leaning against the wall, looking at his phone. I gasp and clutch by backpack as I sprint to him. he looks up and grins when he spots me. he stands up straight and holds his arms out as i crash into him. he's 4 years older than me, we met when i was 10 and he was 14. I liked him ever since, but obviously I was too young. we started dating on my 16th birthday, since we weren't able to before that because i was under the legal age. now, I'm 18 and he's 22.

"hey love" he chuckles. he is considerably taller than me (he's 6'1 and I'm 5'4.) so i bury my head in his chest. his hand caresses the back of my neck. I pull back and grin up at him.

"i missed you" I giggle. I stand on my toes and grab the back of his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. his hands grip my waist, both of mine resting on his cheeks. i pull back with a wicked smirk.

"what was that for?" he tilts his head.

"a guy was flirting with me, I thought I'd give him a show" he chuckles and looks over me.

"the guy in the red shirt?" he asks. i look behind me to see the guy gaping at me. I guffaw.

"that's him" my laughter dies.

"let's head home" he says with a smile. I nod and take his hand, walking out of the station. he leads me to his motorcycle. i get on after he does, pressing my stomach against his back. i grab my helmet that he brought with him and clip it under my chin.

"you ready?" he asks. i nod against him.

"yep." with that he speeds off onto the street.

hiccup's p.o.v

when we get home, I walk with her back inside. she instantly collapses onto the sofa with a huff. I chuckle at her.

"why you laughing haddock?" she teases me. I crouch down next to her.

"because you look silly like that" she sticks her tongue out at me. she's very childish, always giggling and she always has her hair in pigtails, often with ribbons tied in them.

i laugh and shake my head, standing bac up and walking into the kitchen of our apartment.

"are you hungry?" i call.

"when am i not?" her small voice sounds from directly behind me. I gasp and spin around, seeing her there with a shit-eating grin with her hands placed on her hips. i breath out hard

"Jesus you scared me." she bursts out laughing.

"sorry" she teases me, not actually sorry at all. I glare jokingly at her.

"it's cos your short" I tease her back. she groans and swats her hand at me.

"I'm not that short, asshole. you're just tall" she huffs and mumbles under her breath, calling me a tree. I shake my head and start making some sandwiches. I bring them back through to see south sat of the couch. she's kinda just staring at the wall. i put the plates on the table and sit net to her wrapping my arm around her shoulders and gently pulling her against me.

"penny for em'?" I ask. she looks up at me and shrugs.

"I'm okay, just happy to be home." she presses a small kiss to my jaw before leaning over and grabbing a plate. we eat our food, and i laugh when she puts chips in hers.

"hey, don't judge me!" she mutters through a mouthful of food, her hand covering her mouth. she finishes before me, so when I'm not looking, she leans in and takes a bite of mine. i narrow my eyes at her accusingly.

"traitor!" I say, trying not to laugh.

"don't worry, should the kingdom fall, I'll just take over in your stead." she shrugs.

"you know I'll have to punish you for that later?" I whisper in her ear. she freezes and blushes.

"I'll hold you to it." she whispers back, biting her lip. i chuckle and finish my food. I grab her an throw her over my shoulder. she yelps and hits my back.

"hiccup!" I chuckle darkly and bring her to the bedroom, chucking her onto the bed. I crawl on top of her and kiss her roughly. she moans against my lips, her hands against my chest. we make out for about 20 minutes before i pull back, resting my forehead against hers. our heavy breathing the only sounds.

"i love you" she whispers, her grey eyes boring in mine.

"i love you too." I kiss her forehead before laying down next to her. I take her into my arms and pull her against my chest. her head nestles under my chin, her back against my stomach. she sighs contently against me. I take this quiet moment to really think about her. she's loud, messy, sarcastic and childish, but she's also, kind, empathetic, patient, courageous, and very very sweet. after her extremely catholic parents found out about us, they gave her the ultimatum of either breaking up with me or living on the streets. she chose the streets. it sill breaks my heart thinking about the day i found her huddled in the park, malnourished and frightened. turns out she had been there for 3 days, too embarrassed to call me. she's lived with me ever since. I liked her ever since she was 14 and i was 18. i knew that if i asked her out, i could go to prison because she was a minor. when she was 15 and i was 19, i confessed and she said that she liked me too, but we couldn't date since I'm older, so we agreed that we would go out as of her 16th birthday. my heart fills with love as I think about her, and I press a small kiss against the top of her head. she sighs in her sleep and turns around, burying her face in my neck. I fall asleep with my little childish girl in my arms, and I couldn't be happier.