Welcome to my fractional fuckery scenarios where I put hiccup and co in ridiculous situations because why not! Cept I've added spice, which is my OC south, whom often has to save hiccup and co from ridiculous situations. I promise that she chapters...
"Hey you little shit!" I call to hiccup haddock across the hallway. I don't know what started this mutual hate, but god I hate this fucking kid. With his ruffled auburn hair and cute freckles and gorgeous green eyes. Ugh. "Oh hey, slut! What's the std of the week, eh?" He laughs, as do his friends "Not one you haven had before!" I call back. "Getting big for your boots, trader?" He steps up "I would say the same for you, 'Cept you only have one" "Good old cripple jokes. It sucks that you can't match brains to such a beautiful face" he coos. I roll my eyes "Eyes up, haddock." I press two fingers against his chest and push him back. Our friends are laughing and egging us on. Of course, I'm not gonna fight him, but the brash arguments we have is good fun "God, you insufferable cunt" I scoff and walk away "Oh hey, there's a party at snotlouts tonight. You should come!" Heather says "Sure, why not"
Later that evening
I rifle through my closet, looking for the perfect thing to wear to this party. I soon pick out the perfect outfit
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I apply the little makeup I need and brush through my hair before leaving the house. My parents are out, so I'm not worried about them finding out. I drive to the Jorgensen house, and head in, soon meeting my friends. I see hiccup in the kitchen, chatting with his friends and drinking beer. I ignore him, getting my own drink and dancing with my friend. After a few hours, I'm absolutes hammered and having a great time. I feel someone grab my hips and begin dancing with me, and I dance with them too. My head is spinning too much to see who it is, but I don't care. Before I know what's happening, me and this guy are stumbling into one of the bedrooms. He pushes me down and kisses me, and I kiss back. I have no clue what is happening, but I'm way too drunk to care.
The next morning
Oh gods, my head. I groan and open trues a smidge. Luckily the curtains are closed and the room is dark. I swiftly figure I'm wearing nothing but my necklace. Great. I look to my left to see who I hooked up with. I fall back with a cry when I see the sleeping face of hiccup haddock next to me. He's equally as naked as I am. "What, What!" He yells and sits up. I look at him, aghast "Oh god, did we?" He groans "Oh man, this sucks, er. Okay. Here's what's gonna happen. This never happened. We never hooked up. We're gonna go about our lives like normal. Clear?" I say "Crystal." We swiftly get dressed and I throw him one last glance before vacating the house.
Six weeks later
I hold the little stick in an unsteady hand, knowing that my entire future depends on it. I look and burst out crying. It's positive. Oh god, I'm carrying my enemies baby. He's gonna make me get an abortion, I know it. But I'm not going to do that. No matter what, I will love this child. I grab my phone and go onto Instagram, pulling up his dms. We've messaged many times before, obviously with our usual spiel of insults 'Hiccup, I need to talk to you' 'Why in gods name would I wanna talk to you' 'This is serious. I'm in trouble' 'What has that got to do with me?' 'It has everything to do you with you. Please. Meet me at the lucky cat cafe asap' 'Fine. I'll be there in 10'
