Hiccup x oc oneshots

68- you will soon

so slight context, hiccup experiences something called sudden short term memory loss. it can happen for multiple reasons, in this case, it's because hiccup was going through severe psychological stress following the loss of his father. 

hiccup is 23 (but he think's he's 17)

hiccup's p.o.v

as i slowly rouse from my sleep, i feel a little muggy, kind of like the beginnings of a hangover. did i drink last night? i shake my head, not really knowing. i open my eyes, expecting to see my bedroom wall, but instead being met with a sight i don't recognise. there is a desk against the wall covered in a bunch of art stuff, and a beanbag in the corner of the room. as i wake up a little more, i become aware of the sound of faint breathing behind me. i freeze and slowly turn around, seeing a beautiful woman who seems to be much older than myself, maybe  early to mid twenties. what the hell? i quickly sit up, looking around for my prosthetic leg, i quickly find it and strap it on, before leaving the room. did i have a one night stand with an older woman? i'm so confused. i manage to make my way into a kitchen, and sit down at a table, holding my head in my hands. as i do so, i feel a slight coldness against my forehead, so i pull my left hand back and almost scream in surprise when i see a glistening white gold wedding band around my ring finger. the ring distracts me enough that i don't hear the soft footsteps coming my way

"sweetheart, are you okay?" comes a tired, feminine voice. i look and see the same woman, dressed in a simple nightgown, looking worriedly at me.

"who-who are you?" i ask her. her eyes widen, and she sits in front of me

"hiccup, please tell me you are messing with me" i shake my head.

"no, i'm sorry, i really don't know who you are. i mean, i don't do that with older women, i'm only 17 oh thor" i rant, shaking my head. she gasps slightly. 

"oh... hicc, you're not 17. you're twenty three" 

"no, i'm not. where are we?" she gently grasp her hand.

"at home. do you really not know who i am?"

"no. who are you?" she gently strokes my palm. 

"i'm your wife. south haddock. we met in college" i gasp.

"i... i'm married?" she nods, seemingly about to say something before a shrill crying noise sounds from another room

"what's that?" i ask, for some reason the sound ia making me feel protective.

"one second" she stands up and walks away, coming back with a baby. the child has auburn hair, much like mine, and blue eyes

"hiccup, this is one of our daughters, storm." i gasp

"wh-what? one of? no no no, this has to be some sort of joke" i bury my head in my hands again.

"no hiccup. it isn't. our other daughter is still asleep. her name is bailey" she sighs. i hear something sliding across the table. i look up and see a mirror, seeing my own reflection except... it doesn't look like me. i have a small bit of stubble around my jaw, my hair is longer and messier and my face is more defined. i look away. 

"what the hell is going on" i whimper. 

"hiccup, love, we'll figure this out. i'll make a doctors appointment. can you hold storm?" i nod. she gently places the little girl in my lap. i feel rushes of love and the urge to protect the small girl mixed in with my confusion and fear. i hear my supposed wife talking on the phone in another room, so i just stroke the baby's cheek as she watches me with big blue eyes.