Hiccup x oc oneshots

120- new day

so some context. in this, hiccup is trans, in the middle of *her* transition from male to female. she's currently taking hormones, but top surgery hasn't been completed yet, nor bottom surgery. south is pansexual. they have two kids, twins named maple (girl) and oriel (boy)

hicca (hiccup) is 25

hiccup's p.o.v

i share a bored glance with my wife at my family reunion. i haven't seen quite a few of these people since i was 15, so i knew i had to come.

"hiccup haddock the third, is that you?" i hear my aunt gerda shout. i was always really close with her when i was young, but she moved to massechussets when i was 17, and i havent seen her since.

"hey aunt gerda!" i greet, bringing her in for a hug.

"by gods, boy, you got even taller? how has life been treating you?" she asks.

"very good! aunt gerda, this is my wife, south, and our two kids, maple and oriel" i introduce them. maple hangs onto my leg, peeking from behind me. oriel is much more outgoing, and runs up to her with a massive grin. she picks him up.

"aren't you a handsome boy, eh?" he giggles.

"come on maple, it's okay" south giggles. maple shyly walks up to greet her.

"aren't you a beauty. you look lots like your father" she sets oriel down and kneels down to say hello.

"yeah, she does" i stroke her hair.

"i'm happy for you, hiccup. you look like you've found something good here, with her and the kids. tell me, did you get the job you wanted? what was it... designing prosthetic limbs?" she asks.

"sure did. i'm now the senior mechanic and designer" i say proudly.

"well done. and what of you?" she asks south.

"i'm an ER doctor"

"very noble profession. well, i'd better face the hounds. i'll be back to talk to you guys soon" we give her one last hug and sit back down where we were before.

"she's really nice" south says. i have maple in my lap while she holds onto oriel.

"yeah, she's one of the few. my family have a lot of standard viking beliefs. they wouldn't accept either of us if they knew about... yeah"

"it's okay, hicca. i'm sure they won't find out, and if they do, let them judge. who cares?" my heat thumps a little when she calls me hicca. i look around

"y'know, i have many cousins my age, and i am the only succesful one. snotlout lives with his dad, bjorn works two jobs and still can't make ends meet, and helda has 4 kids and uses her estranged husbands child supports to pay for her drug habits"

"that's lots of gossip"

"gettin my girl on" this makes her laugh and swat at me. we're all called to the table to eat. there are plates of fish, chicken, and all sorts of other viking-ish foods.

"so, hiccup. has the wife been tendin ya well?" my uncle gunnar asks after south goes to the bathroom.

"she doesn't serve me anything." i chuckle.

"a woman should always serve her husband. you need to beat her into submission" he replies. i frown.

"yeah... not gonna happen. she'd whoop me if i even tried. anyway, what kind of exaple would that be to my kids?"