Hiccup x oc oneshots

57- let me show you

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smut warning for this chapter.

hiccup is 16

hiccup's p.o.v

my chin rests on the palm of my hand as I look at my crush, south. it's sad, because i'm nothing but this skinny, short, sarcastic runt with auburn hair and green eyes, while she's this toned, athletic, beautiful, long legged, funny, kind girl with long brown hair and green eyes. i mean, she plays basketball, skates, swims, runs, horse rides and more! what's not to like? i'm broken out of my thoughts when she turns her head and looks directly at me. we make eye contact and she waves with a grin. me, being well, me, blushes hard and looks away. I glance back up to see her friends saying something rather rudely to her, and she just ignores them, still looking over at me. I sigh and pick up my books, before walking out of the cafeteria. i'm about 20 feet away when the door opens again, and running footsteps come up next to me.

"hey hiccup!" her voice greets me cheerfully. i look at her, us being around the same height.

"you know my name?" she giggles

"of course, silly. why wouldn't i know my crushes name?" I freeze for a second, before shaking my head and continuing my path towards the library.

"you don't like me, no one does. your friends put you up to this, didn't they?" I huff. she gently grasps my wrists and stops me from walking. her face isn't as happy as it was before, much more serious now.

"hiccup... you gotta give yourself more credit than that. and no, my friends didn't put me up to this. I don't answer to them. I do like you, hccup. i hope you'll give me a chance." she says, looking me directly in the eye. i search her grey eyes, trying to find any trace or hint that she's lying, finsing nothing. only empathy and a hidden sense of admiration, which confirms to me that what she's saying is true.

"but... why me? i mean, you're you! you're smart, beautiful, kind, and i'm just this" I say the last part distastefully, gesturing down to myself. she scowls slightly.

"hiccup. stop putting yourself down! you are smart, kind, inventive, and positively adorable" her figers ghost my cheek, making my blush furiously.

"let me prove it to you" she says determinedly.

"how to you pl-mmf!" i'm cut off when she rabs my cheeks and pulls me forwards, sealing her lips on mine. her hands grasp the fabric of my plaid button up shirt, and mine are hanging limply by my sides. truth being told, i have no clue what i'm supposed to do, being that i've never kissed anyone before. she smiles slightly through the kiss and takes my hands in hers, gently placing them on her waist. I an feel her muscles under her thin shirt, and no lie, her breasts being pressed against my chest is a sort of stimulation that imagining can not bring you. I've imagined this scenario in many different ways in many different times, but it never played out like this. finally, she pulls away.

"have I adequately proved myself?" she lightly teases me. i can imagine saying something overly cool like 'not quite, i may need more convincing' but i just don't have the gall to say that kind of thing, so me, being the fool I am, just blush and nod my head. her smile brightens.

"let me take you out on a date tonight." i nod again

"great! here's my number. text me your address and i'll pick you up at 5" she presses a butterfly soft kiss against my lips before striding off towards the classrooms

when he get's home

"dad?" I wander into the kitchen, where my dad is sat at the table, reading a book.