Hiccup x oc oneshots

122- green eyes

this is a little similar to come back for us, only in the way that south is pregnant in rtte. however, they also have a 3 year old daughter named maple

hiccup and south are 17

hiccup's p.o.v

"can someone tell me how HE has a wife and two kids and none of us even have a girlfriend?" snotlout complains, gesturing over at me. maple is in her chair, and i'm feeding her. i raise my eyebrows at him and south rolls her eyes.

"snotlout, do you really want me to explain how i have two kids?" i say.

"thats not what i asked" he says sarcastically.

"let me break it down for you. i have a wife because i love her and she loves me, and i have two kids because i have a sex life." i say boredly. snotlout makes a gagging sound, and south bursts out laughing.

"and technically, snotlout, i actually don't have two kids, i really only have one. south is still pregnant" i say.

"really, we hadn't noticed. she is way too fat to not know" snotlout replies.

"i may be fat, snotlout, but i will still happily kick your ass." she glares. he just huffs and leaves the room. fishlegs then looks up from where he had been listening, and walks over, kneeling next to me.

"he's stupid. people like that never have the right kind of opinion" he says, using his thumb to wipe a bit of food off maples cheek. she giggles and tries to grasp his finger. he lets her have it.

"yeah i know" i reply. south walks over and slides her chair, sitting down nearer to us.

"are you done?" i coo at maple, hovering the spoon near her mouth. she indigintaly grabs the spoon, spilling the oatmeal down her front. south tuts.

"silly girl" i chuckle and refill the spoon from the bowl placed next to me, before feeding it to her. finally, she starts to refuse the spoon, so i take the bowl and spoon and place them on the side. she should be eating on her own at this age, but she refuses to. we tried, but every time we would put food in front of her, she'd just stare at it, no matter how much she likes it.

"when are you gonna start eating on your own, baby?" i ask, picking her up and setting her on my hip

"no" she giggles. i tut.

"why do you think she isn't eating on her own yet?" fishlegs asks us as we all walk towards the arena where the others are waiting for the usual evening meeting.

"because she's as stubborn as her father" south teases. i roll my eyes

"yeah, yeah. we don't know, fishlegs. i think she just likes to stay dependant." i tell him, making sure to make a sarcastic face at south, who laughs.

"maybe she just loves her parents" he shrugs. his observation makes me smile a little as we reach the dome. the meeting is as boring as it always is, and i'm glad when it's finally over and we all head our seperate ways. me and south head back up to our hut. south lays down straight away.

"gods, i'm to pregnant for this. why didn't i learn this lesson last time" she groans, lifting her lef to rub her feet. she's 7 months pregnant, now.

"mm, maybe maple gets the stubborness from you" i joke. she mockingly glares at me.

"says the one that commited treason and still changed everyones minds" she huffs. i chuckle.

"fine, fine. let me put maple to bed. are you tired, baby?" she nods at me, resting her little head on my shoulder.