Hiccup x oc oneshots

39- transgender

another chapter with possibly offensive topics. this time, i have knowledge because i have a trands friend. like i said last chapter, if you find anything offensive, please, please, please let me know so i can deal with it. thanks!

hiccup is 20

hiccup's p.o.v

"hiccup?" the calm voice of my dad asks, poking his head around my door. i'm yet to move out, so i still see him every day.

"hmm?"

"i wanted to ask you something" he says, unusually quiet. he only talks like this when bringing up who i was.

"sure. what's up?" he sits on the bed next to me

"now that you have a girlfriend, i was wondering when you were going to tell her about... yourself" i let out a sigh, realising that i probably should

"um... i'll ask her to come round today before i chicken out" i say with a feeble laugh, trying to hide my fear.

"i'm proud of you, son" he pats my shoulder before leaving. i grab my phone and text south, my girlfriend of 2 years. we got together six months after i finished the transition.

south?

hey baby! what's up?

can you come over today? something i have to talk to you about

...should i be scared?

no, but i am

okay... what time

can you come now

sure. i'll see you soon

see you

i sigh and close my phone, resting against my pillow. my eyes flash over to my closet, where my box is kept. i stay laying on my bed until there is a silent knock on the door. i lift my head as south look in, smiling at me

"hey" i say quietly

"what's up?" she asks, sitting next to me. i sit up with a frown

"i've not been entirely honest with you" i say quickly. she narrows her eyes

"you're not having an affair, right?" she purses her lips. i choke

"no! gods, no" i laugh quietly as she does

"okay... so what haven't you told me?" i quietly stand up, walking over to my closet and pulling out a box. on the front, there is the word 'hicca' in cursive writing. i place the box in front of her silently. she looks at me with a silent question, and i nod, telling her to open it. she does, and sifts through the contents. she pulls out my pink baby blanket and some photos as i watch her face flash between confusion, awe, and some other emotions i could not begin to describe. she slowly places the things down and looks at me with wide eyes

"wait... you were..." she says quietly. i release a shaky breath and nod.

"um yeah... i'm a transgender guy. i was a girl named hicca for the majority of my life. i finished the transition about 3 months before we met." i tell her. she stays silent for a moment, before slowly coming over to me and wrapping her arms around me. i blush lightly and hug her back, asvouring this moment.

"i'm not ashamed of you hiccup. you are so, so couragous. i can't even begin to imagine how tough it must have been, living your life in the wrong body for 18 years." all i can do is nod with tears streaking down my face.

"i'm so proud of you" her voice is thick with tears. this makes me lose it, sobbing into her shoulder. she holds me tight, saying nothing as i continue to cry. after about 10 minutes, i calm down and pull back. south's eyes are red, and her face is streaked with tears as well.

"thank you for accepting me" i say hoarsley. she gives me a smile.

"how could i not? i love you, hiccup." she says, and i freeze.

"y-you what?" i stammer. she bites her lip

"i love you." she says with confidence. i smile bright and it feels like a weight has been brought off my shoulders

"i love you too" i wipe another tear away.

"why don't you tell me about hicca? about the transition?" we sit back and i explain everything, from when i first felt the dysphoria when i was very young, to  i came out to my dad, when i first got puberty blockers and then hormone pills, then the multiple surgeries such as breast reduction and the pills that made my voice go deep.

"the most prominent memory of it all, was that i would never look in a mirror and have my dad take photos of me that i would never look at. i can remember looking in the mirror after the transition was complete, and breaking down in tears because i was so... happy. i mean, i finally felt like who i was supposed to be. i won't ever be a full guy. i can't ever have kids, and some things have to remain girly, such as the way my eyes are and stupid tiny little things like that, but it's a trade i was willing to make. i mean, the whole no children thing really set me back, and i was upset for so long because i have always wanted a child of my own, but i knew that if i didn't know myself, how was i supposed to look after a child?" i babble on as she listens tentativly.

"you never know, maybe one day in the future, it will be possible for you to have a child with whoever you choose to marry." she says.

"well, i wouldn't want to marry anyone but you" i say slowly. she blinks before smirking

"you're not proposing to me, are you haddock?" she teases. i lightly karate chop the side of her head

"of course not, silly. however, give me a year and i might take you up on that"

"and i would love nothing more" i leans in and presses her lips against mine. the kiss is passionate and a little lustful. we've never gone all they way because i knew she's see my scars. after a minute of kissing, i end up laying on my back with her hovering above me while i hold onto her hips tightly. the door swings open before i can do anything, and my dad enters, south pulls away fast, rolling next to me, blushing hard

"oh... i see that went well?" my dad laughs loudly.

"s-sorry sir" south squeaks. he guffaws

"techincally, i can't stop yeh, yer both of age to do those things. aye... me and your mother, hiccup, were at it all the time when we were yer age" my dad says thoughtfully, stroking his beard. i gasp loud and turn a bright shade of red

"DAD!"

"okay, okay. see you later son." he walks out. i groan and rub my face

"sorry about him" i say, looking at her. she's trying not to laugh

"i like your dad. he's got style" she snorts. i chuckle along with her, glad she's so accepting of me.