Hiccup x oc oneshots

145- comfort

Hiccup and south are 35, celise is 15

Souths p.o.v

"You good?" I ask hiccup. We're laying in bed, and he's a bit quiet
"Yeah, I think so... I've just got this bad feeling, y'know?" I reach out and stroke his cheek
"Yeah, I get that. C'mere" I reach out and pull him against me, cradling him. His cheek is pressed against my breasts as I stroke his hair. Even 20 years of being together hasn't dampened our love. I remember doing exactly this for him when we were 15 and he was upset and crying because of bullying. He sighs and falls asleep. I follow suit.

I'm edged to consciousness by a ringing phone. It's hiccup's. I open my mind a smidge as he twists and grabs it, moving to sit at the edge of the bed.
"Hello?" He answers quietly. I check my watch. It's two in the morning. I can't hear what is said in the other line. I see hiccup tense.
"I...I see... thank you for letting me know... yeah... no... I'll come by tomorrow... t-thank you" he hangs up the phone and sits there for a moment, the phone clasped in his hand while his hand hovers midair in front of him
"Hiccup? Hiccup, what happened?" I move to sit next to him. I go to wrap my arms around him but he moves away from me a little.
"Hiccup?" He suddenly stands and walks out of the room. I make to follow him, but I figure he needs a few minutes alone, so I'll wait here.

Celise's p.o.v

I can hear a ringing phone, though it's soon answered. Who the hell is calling my parents at this hour. I sigh and turn over to go back to sleep, when my door cracks open. I look at whoever opened it. It's y dad. He looks at me for a moment.
"Dad?" I ask quietly. He makes no indication he even heard me, just walks over to me. I frown.
"Dad? What's the matter?" Again, he doesn't even seem to hear me. He takes me by surprise when he leans over moves my blanket to the side and picks me up. I wrap my arms around his neck, wondering what on earth he is doing. He carries me back to his room, just like he would when I was a little girl and had had a nightmare. I see my mom sat at the edge of the bed, the only light coming from the lamp. My dad sits down and holds me on his lap, string into space
"Dad?" I ask again. He suddenly breaks down in tears. My mom gasps
"Hiccup!" She wraps her arm around his shoulders. He holds me against his chest, sobbing into my hair. I don't know what to do. I've never seen him like this before. I make eye contact with my mom. She looks really worried
"Dad..." I grip his hand as he sobs. I just lean into him, offering my silent comfort as my mom hugs him from behind.
"I...I" My dad croaks our after some time
"I'm sorry for waking you" he manages, tears still rolling down his face
"It's okay... dad, what happened?" He shudders our a breath and shakes his head.
"The phone call... it was from the hospital... my dad was admitted a few hours ago. He died of a stroke soon after admission" he gets out. I gasp
"Grandpa? Oh god..."
"Stoick..." my mom whispers, tears brimming her eyes. My dad breaks down again. This time, me and my mom are crying too. I know my dad and grandpa didn't get along when my dad was younger, but they reconciled after I was born and they grew really close. I was close with him as well, and so was mom. We all mourn the loss of him until the son comes up, when my dad slides back and lays down, still holding onto me. He falls asleep from all the crying.
"Mom... what do we do?" I whisper. She faces me from the other side of my dad.
"I don't know, honey. I really, really don't know." She whispers back. I bite my lip and look down at my dad.
"I'm gonna have a terrible day at school" I try to make a loose joke to lift the atmosphere a little. It works slightly, as my mom cracks a little smile
"I'm calling you off for the rest of the week. I have to work and your dad is in no position to be left on his own. He needs us right now." I nod
"Yeah... I couldn't imagine if I lost him, that's be a pain I don't think I'd ever recover from. I can't imagine how he feels." I tell her. She nods
"Yeah... it's different for me, because I never knew my father. But... I think he feels guilty because of how they were always at war when he was younger. I really don't want to leave you alone with him. Not because I don't trust you to look after him, because I know you can, I just... I feel like that much stress shouldn't be put in a teenager."
"I get it. I can't leave him be right now. I think I'm a daddies girl" my mom giggles a little
"You certainly are daddy's little girl. When he found out, he shrugged me off and beelined straight to you. He needs his little girl, more than he needs his wife"
"No..." my dads voice cracks from between us. I gasp slightly. He was listening?
"I need you both..." he mumbles. I kiss the top of his head.
"I know..." he smiles slightly and closes his eyes again
"Any you are definitely daddy's little girl. I refuse to let it change" he murmurs. I giggle
"And I wouldn't want it to. Go back to sleep, dad."
"Mkay" his Head buries into my stomach.
"Mom, his leg" I nod to the prosthetic that he's still wearing. He's not supposed to wear it to sleep.
"Got it" she shuffled to the end of the bed and unclips it, setting it in the same place it always goes during the night. I soon fall asleep, grasping my mothers hand.

The sunlight streaming onto my face causes me to stir. I open my eyes. My mom isn't here, but my dad is still fast asleep. I wiggle out of his arms and pull the blanket over him before going to find my mom.
"Hey sweetheart" she says. I turn around. She's sat on the sofa. I sit next to her and lean against her, breathing in her flowery smell.
"Is he still sleeping?" She asks. I nod
"Yeah"
"I have to go to work. If he's not awake in an hour, get him up for me?"
"Will do. I love you, mom" she smiles and cradles my cheek
"I love you too, honey" she kisses my forehead and heads out the door. I stay in the living room for an hour before heading to wake up my dad. He's laying in his back, his arm over his eyes. I sit next to him and gently shake him. He moves his arm and looks up at me
"You have to wake up..."
"Okay. I'll be through in a minute" I smile and kiss his forehead before heading to make some breakfast. He soon comes out wearing a pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt
"Celise... I heard you and your mother talking last night. I appreciate you wanting to look after me, but I'll be alright, baby. I just need a little time" He tells me quietly. His voice is still hoarse from all the crying
"I know. I just wanna be here for you. I know it's weird, and clingy, but I can't imagine a world without you in it, so I don't know how you must be feeling" he tears up a little, leaning over to kiss my forehead
"I like you being clingy. I struggle to admit that you're growing up, and one day you're gonna get married and have kids and I won't be the main man in your life, and it scares me."
"Yeah, one day I'll get married and stuff, but you're my dad, and no matter what I'll always come home to you" I see the tears trailing down my dads face as he picks me up and sets me in his lap again. I feel his tears on my head, just like I did last night
"I love you, dad"
"I love you too, baby girl."

Wish I had this relationship with my dad lol