Hiccup x oc oneshots

67- true leadership

hiccup is 18

fishleg's p.o.v

i sit slumped against the wooden post on sentry duty, almost bored to sleep when i hear an explosion. 

"meatlug, fly!" i urge her, getting to the edge as quick as i can. there, i see snotlout and the twins have some canisters of the monstrous nightmare gel, and are using it to explode some things. this is it, fishlegs. time to prove you're a leader. a take a deep breath and stroll up to them, trying to look as stern as i can. i swiftly take the canister out of snotlouts hand. 

"i'll take that. monstrous nightmare gel is not to be toyed with. it is for defending the island" i try to use the same tone of voice that hiccup uses when they're misbehaving, the one that almost drips with leadership, yet not it a way that intimidates people. they just sneer and laugh at me, taunting me. snotlout snatches the canister back and they throw it between each other. after a moment of them doing this, i let out a frustrated grunt and fly off. 

"ah- buh bye" snotlout jeers as i fly away. well, my sentry duty is up, so i don't need to go back there, so i walk to hiccup's hut, where south should be inside. they share a hut as they said the didn't really see the need to build another one. i knock on the door, hearing the soothing voice of south shout me in. south always knows how to make people feel better. i open the door and close it behind me. south is sat at hiccup's desk, sewing something. she smiles warmly at me, making me feel much calmer

"hello fishlegs. how can i help you?" her voice never fails to entrance anyone. i don't like south that way, but i can't help but note that hiccup is a very lucky guy to have a girl like her. 

"i wanted to talk to you abut something" i say, taking a chair and sitting i  front of her. he hands continue the sewing with a speed and precision born only of practice, while her eyes don't even look down at her work. instead, her pearly grey eyes are focused on me. 

"of course. what would you like to talk about?" she sets down her work so i have her full attention.

"well, you and hiccup are extremely good leaders. he leads by example and you lead through patience. i want to be a leader one day, but how can i do that when matched to you two? how do i become a leader like you?" i rant miserably. she tilts her head and smiles, taking one of my hands and holding it in hers, resting it on her knees. south is a small girl, around 5'4 with small hands, so her little hands can hardly fit around one of mine

"fishlegs, when one leads, one can only do it in the way they know how, now me and hiccup, you don't know this, but we've fought quite a few times over the way we lead" she says. i gape

"you and hiccup have fought? but you are literally the perfect couple" she giggles.

"thank you. no one is perfect, fishlegs. you see, i don't like punishing people. i prefer to just show them why what they did was wrong. many, many times snotlout or the twins have done something, and i've shown them why they can't do it again. hiccup doesn't like that. he knows the value of a punishment to enforce rules. so we've fought, him telling me i'm being too soft and i can't keep molly-coddling them, and me telling him he needs to loosen up a little." i smile slightly. she brushes a little of her brown her behind her ear. 

"come take a walk with me." i nod. she leads me down into the forest, and we talk a little while we walk. we pass near a cave, and a shrill shrieking sound comes from it. we turn to look. 

"i... do not want to know what that was" i laugh feebly, before pausing.

"or do i?" me and south walk into the cave, coming across a sword, buried in the floor. south watches as me and meatlug work to get it out, eventually freeing it from the rock.