Hiccup x oc oneshots

108- free

hiccup is 17, south is 17

south's p.o.v

i lay in my bed. i feel weak. my stomach hurts, my head is spinning. i'm so hungry. i miserably try to pull my banket closer, but i'm too weak. i'm so cold. the tears drip down my cheeks. i tilt my head and look at the door. it's closed and locked as it usually is, my parents don't care about me. they don't feed me. the only thing i have is how to train your dragon. despite knowing i'll never meet him, hiccup has been my muse. sometimes, when i watch him on my phone, i'll pause it and just rant to him. some part of me feels like he can hear me, but i know he can't. i place my hands on my stomach, the bones protruding out of my skin, yet my belly is so bloated. i don't know what's happening to me, but i'm scared. i feel a massive pain in my chest, but i don't have the strength to cry. spots dance in my vision, and my head swims. i see a figure walk towards me and kneel down next to me. it's hiccup. my foggy and confused mind can't seem to pick up the fact that he shouldn't be here. his soft hand reaches out and cradles my cheek, and he smiles sadly.

"come on, love. it's time to go" he says, his voice is just as i had always thought, adorably nordic.

"g-go?"

"yes. we're waiting for you" he glances over at the door. i can see a few other figures, but i can't make them out. the pain hits again, but i still have no strength to scream. i can only let out a croak and move a shaky hand to clutch it.

"sh... i know... go to sleep. when you wake up, you will be better" hiccup whispers.

"b-better?"

"yes. there will be no more pain. you can finally be free"

"free..." i smile and look to the ceiling. the edges of my vision start to go white, which is odd because usually when i pass out, they go black. hiccup keeps his face above mine, so the last thing i see is him before my vision goes completely white. i feel... empty. then, i'm falling. nothing around me moves. it's like when you're asleep and you shock yourself awake by dreaming that you are falling, but yet it never ends. then, i finally hit the ground, but there is no pain. i now feel everything. i feel some sort of wood underneath me, the linen against my skin. i can hear someone else breathing, and a quiet murmuring. it's warm here. i no longer feel the pain, or the hunger. i feel like i can open my eyes, so i do. i look around. this place is vaguely familliar, and yet i can't place it. everything is made of wood. i look over, and there, in a chair, is hiccup. he's sat, slouched over with his arms folded. he's murmuring to himself.

"w-what?" i ask, disoriented.

"you're awake. i'm glad to see you" he shuffles his chair closer, before resting his palm on my cheek. my head is spinning.

"what happened? how did i get here?"

"i spoke to you before. we were waiting to collect you. it took some time, but we got you" hiccup says his elusive answer.

"i don't understand..."

"south... in the modern world... you died"

"what?" i ask, tears springing to my eyes.

"look" he brings out a glass ball.

"this is what we used to watch you." he says. he taps on it twice, and it fills with smoke. the smoke clears, and there is an image of me, laying on my bed. in the image, the door opens, revealing a woman dressed in police uniform. she goes up to my body and presses two fingers to my neck, before shaking her head and talking to her collegue. i hear her voice.

"she's gone. the poor girl. i hope she felt no pain" the woman cries. the grab a blanket and pull it over my still body.

"i can't... i can't watch any more" i sob.