Hiccup x oc oneshots

155- deal

Hiccup is a drug dealer, South is a depressed druggie. That's all.

Hiccup and south are 17

Hiccup's p.o.v

"Yeah, I'll see you next week, junkie" I chuckle at the man who has just bought drugs from me, promising for the millionth time that today will be the last. I wait at my corner for a while until I am approached by a girl my age. She has long, brown, wavy hair and bright grey eyes. She seems really nervous. I simply flick my cigarette and regard her
"Baby, if you're just gonna stand there you might get stolen by the guys in the liquor store. Either you buy somethin' or you better leave" I say to her. He gulps a little
"I... please just give me something that'll make me happy" she says quietly. I raise my eyebrows
"Happy relaxed or party happy?"
"I don't care!" She says, exasperated. I roll my eyes, but as I do so, I see a lot of cuts going up and down her arms, obviously self inflicted
"You cut?" I ask her, taking a drag of my cigarette. She narrows her eyes
"Don't bother. I'm gonna pay you money for the stuff you give me. Hat I do or do not do doesn't matter" I scoff at her
"Damn, Okay. Here" I toss her a bag of weed.
"That's £10" I say. She gives me a note and turns around, walking away. I watch her leave, before throwing my cig on the floor and turning in for the night. When I get home, I find my dad is already asleep, so I stash my product under a loose floorboard in my room, put the money in my jar and head to bed.

Next week

I stand at my usual corner. Today has been pretty slow, so I'm just casually smoking a cigarette and drinking a can of lager. The same girl from last week approaches me.
"D-do you have the same thing you gave me last week?" She asks me.
"I'm a drug dealer, babe. Not a store assistant. What I got is what I got." She fiddles with her hands
"Do you?"
"Yeah, I got what you need. Show me your arm" she looks offended at my demand
"What, you got a fetish for girls arms or something?"
"No. I said give me your arm, or you're getting nothing" she hastily shoved her arm at me. I roll up her sleeve. There are fresh cuts there.
"Nope, sorry babe. You're going dry this week"
"What? No, please! I need it! I'll pay you double!" She cries, trying to shove money at me. I take one ten pound note and hand her the weed.
"You get it this once. If I see any new cuts in your arms, you won't get anything."
"I'll just go to a different dealer"
"I'm afraid they won't give you nothing either, babe." She tears up a little
"Please... you can't do that... why do you care anyway? You're just the dealer. As long as you get the money, you shouldn't care"
"I still have a heart, babe. If you cut, you get no weed. That is the deal" she just shakes her head and leaves. Sure enough, she's back next week.
"Arm" is the first thing I say to her. She shows me her arms, and there are no cuts there. However, she did it too proudly, a smile on her face an everything. I look her over, and see that there is a raised part on her jeans at the thigh. I poke it, and she yelps in pain
"Nu-Uh, babe. We had a deal. I'm afraid that you have to go home and think about what you've done." I say, almost condescendingly to her.
"B-But..."
"But nothing, babe. Off you go, now, before you get pinched" she turns and runs off. I watch her go.

Next week

I see her approaching me again. She's wearing shorts and a tank top, exposing the fact that there are no fresh cuts on her skin. I reach out and gently move my fingers along her stomach and back, but she doesn't flinch or yell in pain.
"Good job, babe. You get your stuff" I fish in my bag and pull out her weed, giving it to her, she gives me my money, but hovers around.
"Why don't you go to school?"
"I dropped out, babe. Wasn't gonna graduate, anyhow." I reply to her.
"Why do you sell drugs?" I look at her reproachfully.
"To pay for my dads debt, babe."
"That's awful..."
"It is what it is. I do what I gotta do, no matter how bad it is or how much it hurts everyone I love" I tell her. She rests her head against my shoulder, and I let her. It's obvious she's in love with me, and I'm in love with her too, but she can't be with me, she's get hurt. The past 3 years I've been dealing, Ive made more than a few enemies. My prices are very good, so people come to me more.
"Hiccup..." I freeze
"How do you know my name, babe? I never told it to you"
"You don't remember? Fifth grade. I remember you was back then. We were very good friends" I sigh
"Babe, I don't remember anything before I was 15. I got in a car crash and lost my memory. That's why my dads in debt, because he had to pay for my treatments. Physio therapy is very expensive" she squeezes my hand
"I get it. I'm sorry you don't remember"
"I don't want to remember. It will make me feel worse about what I do"
"I have to go now. I will see you next week" she presses a kiss against my lips and leaves. I watch her go.
The next few weeks pass. I se ever every week. She never has any new cuts. Like usual, I watch her approach
"Hey babe" I smirk at her. She folds her arms and grins at me. She's been a lot happier these past weeks, so I'm cutting her off entirely.
"Hey hiccup. You got my stuff?"
"Damn straight I do, but you're not getting any" I say. Her grin drops.
"What? I have no cuts!" She says defiantly. I nod
"I know, babe. The thing is that you can't rely on weed to keep you happy. Addiction is a very, very terrible thing. I'm addicted to cigarettes and by god I wish I wasn't. I can't let you rely on this stuff" I say to her
"That's not your business!"
"It is, babe. I love you, and I'm not gonna stand here every week and see you turn into a junkie."
"If you loved me, you'd give me my weed" she says, almost hysterical. I simply pull her into my chest.
"I'm keeping you safe. I don't wanna see you here no more. Off you go, now. And don't come back. None of the others will sell to you, either, and they'll tell me if you try" she pushes me away
"I hate you, hiccup haddock. I hate you" she spits before running off. I harden my heart and go about my day.

Two months later

I knock on souths door. When it opens, she sees me and instantly tries to close it again. I catch it and force it open.
"What do you want?" She asks me
"I'm making sure you're alright, babe. I haven't seen you in a long while"
You told me not to come back. Is it my fault I listened?" She spits
"No, babe. But I still love you and I wanted to make sure you were better. Give me your arm" she scowls but holds her arms out. No cuts there. I run my hands over her stomach and back, before running them over her jeans. My hands stop on her ass. I pull her against me and press my lips against hers. She responds instantly, kissing me back. I pick her up and her legs wrap around my hips. I press her against the door, detaching my lips from hers and travelling them down to her throat. Of course, I've had my fair share of girls, but she is nothing like that. I feel electrified.

"Why did you do that?" She asks me gently. She's laying against my bare chest as I stroke her equally bare waist
"I've had my fair share of girls, the ones that didn't runaway because of my leg, of course. I knew that it wasn't the same with you. That's why I did that. Because you're different to all the other whores I've slept with. Because I love you" I tell her.
"How many girls have you slept with before me?" She asks. I click my tongue
"Maybe... twenty? Something like that"
"That's a lot of girls"
"I know. What about you? How many guys have you slept with before me?"
"None. I was a virgin when I woke up this morning" she says. I hum
"Well then I hope I was adequate enough for you"
"Never thought I'd lose my virginity to a drug dealer, but there we go"
"I'm not a drug dealer anymore, babe."
"Why?"
"My father hung himself. I've been too busy hiding from social services to sell, so I just have my product to Snotlout, and ive been living motel to motel using the money I had"
"Oh... I'm so sorry..."
"I don't care. I've been shot at, stabbed, I've seen friends die, and I've lived in the streets. I'm beyond caring about anything but you at this point"
"That's not a very good attitude. You have fears because you still care about things, about your life. You're afraid I'll cut again, and you're afraid someone might finish you off"
"You seem very sure of yourself" I look down at her. She leans up and kisses me
"That's because I am"