Hiccup x oc oneshots

104- kiddo pt 3

this is like a flashback chapter. it is about his 17th birthday.

hiccup is 17

south's p.o.v

today is hiccup's 18th birthday, so i'm taking him out to numerous places that he likes. right now, he's clutching onto my hand as we walk into the arcade. i watch as the bright, neon lights reflect in his beautiful green eyes. he's getting so old. i mean, 15? gods. i'm 19 now, and he's been living with me for a year. i'm so exited for him to find the little kitten i got for him once we get home. he instantly drags me over to the little dragon racing game he loves. i lean against the side of the maching and watch him as he plays, his tongue stuck out a little from between his lips in the way he does when he is focussed on something. the little winning sound comes from the machine, and he yells happily.

"yes! i won!" he yells, grinning at me.

"nice! well done, kiddo" i hand him another coin so he can play again. this snobbish looking kid comes up.

"uh, can you get off the machine so i can play?" he asks. this kid is around 7, so i assume he hasn't been taught proper manners yet, or hasn't remembered them so i treat him nicely as hiccup ignores him, too engrossed in his game.

"oh, he's just started the game. he'll be done in a few minutes." i tell the little boy, who frowns and scurries off. i assume he's going to another game, until a older woman approaches. the is the literal embodiment of the name 'karen' with the can i speak to your manager haircut, too much makeup and snobbish looking clothes.

"my son wants to play. get your boyfriend to move so he can play. he's too old to play these games" the woman says, looking up at me. i am fully grown at 6'3, so i tower over her. she doesn't care.

"oh, i'm sorry ma'am. he's autistic, and he loves these games. please try to be patient with him" i say kindly. she sneers.

"you're just lying to cover for him. listen to me, brat!" she grabs his arm. he screams and jerks back, falling against the machine and onto the floor.

"woah! what the fuck?" i yell, kneeling next to him. he's screaming, laying on the floor. he has a cut on his head. i cradle him in my arms.

"move! my son wants to play the game! you're in the way." she snarls.

"back the fuck off! you better hope i don't press charges" i yell. someone has gotten an employee.

"ma'am, what seems to be the issue?" the employee says to the entitled woman.

"this lady and her boyfriend wouldn't move off the game. they attacked me!" she pleas. i laugh coldly, still cradling hiccup who is still screaming.

"hardly! you grabbed him, despite me telling you he's autistic!" i yell.

"m-mommy!" hiccup yells clutching onto me. he's never called me that before. it makes my heart stutter.

"i'm here, i'm here" i soothe him as he cries and screams. he's wet himself, and he's absolutely terrified.

"ma'am, we need you to take him out of here. he's causing a disruption" the employee says.

"what? we're being booted out because she attacked him?" i ask.

"he's screaming. we need you to leave, before he causes too much of a scene"

"you'll be hearing about this" i spit, wrapping my arms around hiccup and guiding him up.

"oh great, and he's wet himself. disgusting" the woman glowers.

"i told you he's autistic, and you didn't listen to me. you're a horrible human being" i glare, before helping him out. i guide him to my car, sitting him sideways in the front seat. he grips my shirt, holding me close. i feel his wet jeans against my own, no doubt causing mine to be wet, but i don't care as i hold him to me. his cries quieten.

"m-mommy she hurt me" he cries. i nod, still feeling my heart jump at the name he calls me.

"i know, i know. it'll be okay" i soothe him. i figure that since he never had a mother, he may call me that in situations that really stress him out. i grab the tissues from the glove box and press them against his head to stop the bleeding.

"hold that there" he nods and sniffs, holding the tissue to his head. i go to the boot and grab him out an extra pair of jeans. i go back around to see him still pressing the tissue to his head, as he uses his other hand to wipe his eyes.

"here. lift your hips a bit" i say, hooking my hands around his jeans. he doesn, using his feet to lever hiself up. i pull down his soied jeans, leaving him in his wet boxers. i can't change them here, so i just help him put on the dry jeans, that will at least help him be more comfortable on the way home. there is nothing sexual about this. once when i had to do this, a woman passed by and thought i was gonna go down on him right there, and asked me not too as there were kids around. of course, i explained that he had had an accident and was too stressed to get them on himself. once they're on, i guide him to sit properly and i buckle him up, before walking around and getting in the front seat.

"sorry they ruined your birthday" i say, gripping his hand. he sniffs.

"w-well we can do other stuff! is swimming still open? the one with the slides?" he asks. i grin.

"indeed it is! let's go get you a fresh pair of clothes and a shower, then we'll get two hours in the baths" he nods, his tears drying.

"okay!" i laugh and drive out of the car park, before heading home.

so i'm not too sure what that was, but yanno, what works, works.