Hiccup x oc oneshots

87- no strings attatched

hiccup is 19, south is 19

south's p.o.v

i'm sat at my desk, doing some homework when my phone buzzes, so i pick it up and open the text. it's from hiccup. he's been my best friend since we were babies. the text reads:

hey, did you wanna hang out tonight? my dad's gone out, se we'd have the place to ourselves

i smile and text back

sure! seven?

you bet, see you then

see you

i place my phone down before finishing my homework. when i'm done, it's 6:45 so i grab my phone, charger, purse and coat, announcing to my mum that i'm headed to hiccup's. the walk is short, only around 15 minutes so i make it there bang on seven. i walk straight in, to see hiccup on the cpuch, absently watching the tv. an oppotunity has expressed itself, so i must take the chance. i silently put my things down, before sneaking up behind him. he doesn't notice me. i slam my hands down on his shoulders.

"HICCUP" he shreiks and jumps a foot in the air, whipping around. he breathes hard.

"fucking hell, don't do that! you tryna kill me?" he yelps, glaring at me. i laugh.

"sorry, i couldn't waste the oppotunity." i quickly kiss his cheek and swing myself over the back of the couch. he tuts and rolls his eyes, finally calming down his breathing.

"so, whats the scoop?" i ask casually, laying my legs over his lap. he grins and shrugs.

"same old, same old." i nod. toothless jumps up and eyes my knees that are resting in hiccup's lap. i watch him for a moment.

"i think toothless wants me to move" hiccup shrugs.

"stupid moggy." toothless then jumps into my lap. me and hiccup talk for a good few hours.

"hey, wheres your dad?" i ask after another conversation finishes.

"meathead. mayors meeting, won't be back until next week" it's monday today. i nod.

"ah. you'll be okay on your own?"

"of course. i've done it before, i'll do it again" he smiles sadly. i sit up, leaning over to hug him. he hugs me back.

"i know you don't like it. i'll come here every day." he nods against my shoulder. i pull back, but apparatnly not as far as i had thought, as when i open my eyes, we're around 4 inches apart. his eyes get this... glint in them, before he surges forward, smashing his lips against mine. i kiss back immediately, swinging myself into his lap. before i even know what is happening, his soft hands have removed my shirt, and are now fiddling with the clip of my bra. i help him out, taking off the offending item of clothing. of course, hiccup has seen my breasts plenty of times, as well as the rest of me, just like i have seen all of him. but never has he looked at me like this. he pulls back to stare at my breasts hungrily, before he takes them into his hands, also pressing his lips on them. this makes me moan and squirm.

"d-don't tease me" i pant. he chuckles, the vibrations sending more heat to my core. his hand slides down there, rubbing me through my soaked panties. this makes me moan raggendly.

"damn it, hiccup. just fuck me already or i'll do it myself" i grown, grabbing his hand. he chuckles again, hokking them around my thighs and haling me up. our lips connect again as he takes us into the bedroom.

the next morning

i wake up, feeling a little sore in a few unspeakable places. my morning mind is a little groggy. i turn around to face hiccup. it's not unusual for us to wake up together in the same bed. we've even slept naked in the same bed plenty of times, so part of my mind is doubting that last night was even real, how incredible he made me feel. it had to be a dream, because no way would my awkward little hiccup have that kind of talent in bed. he knew exactly what he was doing with his hands, and tongue and... other parts. gods, i'm overthinking this. as i watch him, i remain lost in my thoughts, until he breaks me out of them.

"enjoying the show?" he murmurs, not even opening his eyes. i gape, wondering how he knew i was staring. his eyes flicker open, and he smirks at me.

"quite" i tease. he grins and sits up, the blanket falling away from his muscular shape.

"well, who wouldn't stare at this raw viking-ness" he jokingly flexes his muscles. i laugh.

"sure, sure." i reach over the bed and grab one of his shirts. he hands me a pair of joggers,which i gratefully take them and pull them on. we head downstairs to the kitchen, and make cereal. as we eat, hiccup starts to speak.

"we should probably talk about last night. figured it wouldn't be good to 'leave it in the air'" he uses air quotes for the last part. i nod, taking another spoonful.

"yeah, probably." we finish our food and head to the living room to talk.

"so, i guess we should disclose our feelings. south... the way i feel towards you is very complicated. i like you, that much i know." i nod.

"i like you too, hiccup. last night was... indescribable. i don't think i'm ready for a relationship, though" i say, he looks thoughtful.

"i agree with you. a relationship at this point in time just wouldn't be practicle. so i suggest something else" he leans forward, resting his arms on his knees.

"and what, pray tell, would that be?"

"well, we both agree last night was awesome, but we don't want a relationship. i'm gonna be up front with this. we could just fuck. no strings attatched." he says bluntly. i nod.

"that sounds great. we need to set some rules"

"sure. what do you have in mind?"

"can we still see other people?"

"i personally say yes, since we agreed no strings attatched. i won't see anyone else, but i won't get upset if you choose to."

"okay. rule number two is that we have to keep acting just as we were before. we can't let our friends with benifits limbo change us"

"i agree. is that all?"

"pretty much. say... last night was great... you up for a round two?" he smirks mischeviously after i speak, grabbing my waist and pulling me up for a searing kiss.

as time passes, our friends with benifits thing becomes much easier. we don't talk about the sex much. i've never seen other people, neither has he. i love the way we are now. it's like, hes still my best friend. we still go out for ice cream, and piss teachers off together during class, but then, theres also the times when we make out, or hook up. it's not awkward for us like it would be for many others. right now, we're making out on his couch. i'm on top of him, my fingers carded through his hair. he's gripping my waist. suddenly, the door flies open, causing me to yelp and topple off him. there, in the doorway, is stoick. in all his seven foot four hundred pound glory. he looks at us, shocked.

"i... didn't know you two where together?"

"we're not together, dad" hiccup grunts, fixing his shirt. stoick looks between us.

"but you..." hiccup sighs. i pick myself up from the floor, dusting myself off.

"look. we fuck with no strings attatched." he says plainly. i look at him, shocked of his unbothered demeanor. stocik look even more shocked than me.

"i uh... okay..." he backs out of the door. i throw a look at hiccup. he just grabs my waist and pulls me back on top of him.

"what was that about?"

"i'm busy" is all he says, reconnecting our hot kiss. i resign myself to his whims. my own whims, too. i feel good in this moment.