Hiccup x oc oneshots

111- demons

So some context. South is living with her older brother, mom and stepdad. Her stepdad and brother rape her, and her mom beats her. Hiccup is a CPS officer that she meets in a shelter.

South is 16

Souths p.o.v

I limp down the sidewalk, cursing my life once again. Why does this happen, I wince when I bring my foot down the wrong way, which ends in a shooting pain going between my legs. It sucks. I want to leave them. I sigh as I reach my safe haven, the emergency shelter. I go into the salubrious area- at least it's salubrious to me- and greet the desk.
"Have you got a bed?" I ask, my voice hoarse from crying. The woman looks sadly at me. They all know me and my story, but they can't do anything.
"For you sweetheart, of course. Anything to get you out of there" she tells me, handing me a bed pass. I thank her and go through, walking to my given bed. It's the same one every time, the one right in the back corner. I feel safer there. I sit on the bed and place the clothes I have taken into the little drawer next to me. I'm only allowed to be here for three days before I am told I have to go. I know how it is. I wait until food time is called and go and collect my bowl of soup and crackers. I can't stomach much of it, I feel too sick recalling what had happened a few hours ago. Suddenly, the woman at the front desk walks in, looking at me.
"Someone wants to talk to you, dear" she says to me. I gulp, hoping my mom hasn't come to collect me as she has done in the past when she was sober. I follow her out to the front. In the waiting seats is a kind looking man, maybe early to mid twenties. There is a briefcase next to him, and he's wearing a cps badge. I don't know what to do, so I stand there quietly. He looks at me and then stands up.
"Hello, you must be south"
"Y-yes..."
" my name is agent hiccup haddock. Don't worry, I'm not going to take you into some shitty foster home. The foster system in this city is the worst" he says. I give a sideways smile.
"Yeah..."
"Come through here, I'd like to have a chat with you, if that's okay?"
"Okay" I follow him through to the private room. I sit down in front of me and he rolls a can of coke over the table to me. I grasp it in my hand. Such a delicacy for someone like me. I've inker ever had cola once.
"Thank you..." I say shyly. He nods and smiles.
"So, the lady at the front desk called me here and asked me to talk to you. I was hoping you'd answer some of my questions" he pulls out a file from his briefcase. My file.
"Okay..."
"You don't talk much, do you?"
"Not allowed" i shrug, taking a sip of the cola and relishing the tingle it leaves on my tongue.
"Sorry if you feel I'm being blunt with this." He says. I tilt my head, but don't comment.
"Your file for this place states you have a long history of sexual abuse. Who does that to you?"
"Um...." he smiles encouragingly at me
"It's okay if you don't want to answer."
"N-no... it's my brother and step father" I say shyly. His expression falls a little as he nods and writes it down.
"Does your mother know?"
"She gets off on watching. She beats me."
"I see. How often do they do that?"
"At least once a week, sometimes multiple times a day" he frowns. 
"Oh. Well, there is a person who has agreed to adopt you until you are 18. As of right now, your parents are being investigated."
"Really?" I gasp. He smiles
"Yes. The home is already ready for you to go to tonight
"t-tonight? But I've never even met them..."
"You have." He says, leaning back.
"What do you mean?"
"The person who has agreed to take you in is me." He says. This takes me off guard.
"But you don't know me"
"I would like to" he offers, resting his crosses arms on the table. I gape at him, unsure of what to say.
"I...I..."
"It's okay. Do you want to come back with me?" He asks. I bite my lip, unsure. I mean, this man is kind, but so was my stepfather. A large part of me is screaming not to trust him, but that small part of me says that he won't hurt me is drowned by it.
"H-how do I know you won't hurt me?" I whisper quietly. He looks sadly at me.
"I understand that it will take some time to trust me. I don't have anything else to do today, so we can sit here and talk for as long as you want, until you decide whether or not to trust me enough to come home with me. Fair?" I can't argue with that.
"Fair."
"Great. You can ask me anything, and I can ask you anything. Your past is not included"
"Okay um... do you have any kids?" He shakes his head
"No. Do you prefer books or movies?"
"Books. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Nope, single for the past 4 years. English or math?"
"English. Maths is the worst. Salty or savoury?" It goes on like this for at least 2 hours. I find that he is 24, has a dog named toothless, and he is from Scandinavia.
"So, what do you say? Will you come back with me?" He asks me softly. I smile lightly.
"Okay." His eyes light up and he gives me a big grin that makes my insides melt.
"That's amazing!" I smile shyly. We walk outside, and I can tell he goes to give me a hug, but second guesses himself. I take a deep breath and do it for him, hugging him. He freezes for a second, before hugging me back, burying his head into my hair. I soon pull back, getting a little stifled at the closeness.
"Let's go" He says, the light in his eyes still the same. I can tell he is really happy with my decision. I grab my clothes and we leave the shelter, he drives for some time though the richer neighbourhoods, singing terribly to the songs on the radio. I can tell he's doing it on purpose to make me laugh, and it works. He soon pulls up at a large house. If I were to guess, it's 7 bedrooms.
"Welcome to our humble abode" he says. I giggle, but take note of how he said 'our' instead of 'my'. As soon as he opens the door, there is a large black dog rounding the corner.
"Hey bud!" Hiccup greets him. The dog licks all over his face.
"Agh! You know that doesn't wash out" he wipes the tenacious substance off his face. I kneel down as toothless comes up to me. I offer him my hand, and he sniffs me before licking it. I giggle.
"He's nice" i day
"Yeah, he's a Saint Bernard Newfoundland mix. They're known as gentle giants."
"He definitely fits the giant part" I say, looking at the dog that comes up to my belly. I'm 5'5.
"I'll take you to your room" he says. I nod and clutch my backpack closer as he leads me up the stairs. He walks into a room, and I gape. This room is amazing!

(The room)

(The house)

I gingerly walk up and trail my fingers over the soft bedcovers. This is such a different compared to my dirty, bare, broken spring mattress back home.
"All this... for me?" I ask him quietly.
"Well, yeah. You deserve to be happy. I've seen pictures of your house that have been sent through. You didn't deserve that." He tells me. I tear up and can't stop myself from hugging him again, lightly crying into his chest. He holds me tight, gently rocking me from side to side. I pull back after w few minutes. He pulls his hand into his sleeve and gently wipes my cheeks.
"Thank you" I whisper in a broken, hoarse voice. He smiles, before gently leaning forward and kissing my forehead. The action comforts me, despite feeling the grotesque lips of my brother and stepdad on my body hours ago. It is now about 8pm.
"Are you hungry?" He asks me after a moment. I nod a little.
"Okay. You like chinese?"
"I've never had it."
"You are missing out. I'll order some." I nod. We go down to the living room. Toothless sits with me as he orders the food. Then he comes back in and sits next to me. We watch some tv until there is a knock at the door. This makes me yelp. What if it's my mom? Or my brother or stepdad? What if they force me to go back and punish me? I don't want to go back! I begin to hyperventilate. Hiccup looks conflicted for a second, before helping me.
"Hey, hey, breath. It's the delivery man. I'll be back in a moment" he runs off as I keep hyperventilating. Toothless crawls over my lap and snuggles into me. He returns and places the bags on the table before coming to me.
"Here. Copy me, Okay?" I nod, my breaths laboured. He breathes deeply in and out, and I copy him as best I can. I soon calm down.
"S-sorry" I say, tilting my face away and bracing myself for the hit I know is coming. Except it doesn't. His gentle hand moves my head back to face him. He is looking empathetically at me.
"It's okay. You're right to be afraid. I mean, what happened to you is traumatic. I couldn't fathom it." He says. I sigh and wipe a tear off my face.
"Now c'mon, lets eat before it gets cold" I nod. He sets out the plates and cutlery, before dishing out the food. We tuck in and it is delicious. I scarf down my plate. He just chuckles. I think I've eaten myself to sleep, because before I'm even aware of it, I black out to the edge of consciousness. I hear the tv switch off, before he stands up. I think he's going to leave me to sleep when he picks me up. I'm taken to my bedroom and placed under the covers. He kisses my forehead and whispers "sleep well" before leaving the room.

Heh that was sweet.