Love Is Forever (Hiccup x reader one-shots)

Be Careful: For ChristanDowdel

Be Careful

For ChristanDowdel

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You are both 15

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You waited for only and best friend to meet up with you at the cove.

Toothless, his hidden night fury, was also there. Playing with you. Toothless was taking it easy on you though, because of your mental disorder.

"Toofwess," you laughed, trying to say Toothless, but rushing. You thoughts were simply slower than most other people; if you rushed your speech, it came out wrong.

"(Y/ N)!" a voice yelled. "Be careful!"

"Hic- cup," you said slowly, slowing down from a run to a walk. But you still tripped anyway.

"(Y/ N)!" Hiccup rushed towards you to help you up.

"Tank you," you said, meaning to say Thank you.

He understood perfectly, like always. "You're welcome. Want to go on a flight?" he said slowly, as if he were talking to a small child.

You didn't notice, as always, and agreed.

He tied you to Toothless and himself as you sat on the saddle. You thought nothing of it, he always 'helped' you. He sat in front of you and he told you to hold on to him, so you did.

Toothless slowly flew through the air, flying carefully for you. People made your disorder a lot worse than it actually was. They always babied you, but you were so use to it you never noticed.

After a short flight Hiccup flew back and landed close to your house but still at a safe distance from the village. It was night so it would be nearly impossible to see Toothless.

"Toothless, stay here," Hiccup commanded, it was quick to you. "(Y/N)," he said at a comfortable place for you. "Let's go home. You wanna go home? I'm sure your dad is waiting for you."

"Yes. Dad see. See dad. Go let's. We," you smiled, walking in the direction of home.

Hiccup chuckled and walked beside you.

"Hey!" a voice called out.

"Oh no," Hiccup whined, pulling you by the arm as he started to jog to your house. "Hurry, (Y/ N)," he rushed. You hated when people spoke at a normal pace, to you it was fast.

"Hey! Stop!" a young male's voice called out before two hands grabbed your arms and two more grabbed Hiccup's.

"Hey!" cried Hiccup. "Lets us go! Let (Y/ N) go!"

"Oh I'll let her go all right. If she wins our little fight. (Some random name), let Mental go." That was what the mean people called you. Mental. They said it like it was a cursed word. A cursed name.

"No! Let her go! Leave (Y/ N) alone!"

"Now, I'll say this slowly," the mean girl, Flora, said, slowly. "We are going to have a small fight. If you win, you and Hiccup can go home. If I win, you die."

"No fight what if say I?" You asked.

"What?" Flora asked, confused.

"What if she says she doesn't want to do the fight?" Hiccup answered. You nodded a thanks to him.

"Well, then you will watch Hiccup die. Still want to quit the fight?" You shook your head no.

"(Y/ N)! No!" Hiccup cried, fighting against the guy who held you and some other guy. (aka: guy 1 and guy 2)