Hiccup x oc oneshots

160- paradise pt 4

So this is 7 months after the last one. Hiccup and south have been fighting a lot. That's it.

Astrids p.o.v

"I'm seven months pregnant, hiccup, what do you want me to do?"
"You use that an an excuse for everything! Oh, I can't do this cos I'm 7 months pregnant, I can't do that cos I'm 7 months pregnant."
"Maybe because I genuinely can't? What the fuck do you want me to say? You do realise that altitude for pregnant women can cause early labour, right? Is that what you want?"
"You don't need to yell at me! You could've just said, oh yeah, sorry, altitude can cause early labour. You don't need to be a bitch about it!" We can all hear them fighting again. I think this was about hiccup asking South if she wanted to come to our next show, which is in Germany. Who knows which is in the wrong anymore. I look at all the others, who are also listening.
"Guys... what are we gonna do? The press thinks they could break up because of that fight they had in public. People are already saying south just got with hiccup so she could get pregnant and get money off him" fishlegs says. I sigh
"I don't know. The way it's going, south may leave him and go back to England. I know she wouldn't accept money from him, but it would be so messy because she would want to live in England with the baby, but he would want to be here to continue his work and yet also see the baby. Gods..." I put my head in my hands. Finally, we hear a door slam, and south stalks out. There are tears streaming down her face
"South-"
"Don't. Just... just don't" she says through her tears and grabs her jacket. We hear the door to the warehouse slam shut. Hiccup doesn't leave his room, so I decide to go and check on him. He's sat at the edge of his bed, crying into his hands.
"Hiccup..." I sit next to him, placing my hand on his shoulder
"What am I gonna do? She said that she's thinking of leaving me, and going back to England... I can't lose her, and I can't lose the baby" he cries. I rest my chin in his shoulder
"I don't know, hiccup. I guess you just need to give her some time" he lets out a sob.
"It's getting worse... I don't want her to leave me... but I wouldn't blame her if she did" he wipes his eyes. I jut sigh
"There isn't much I can do. Maybe... maybe if you make it up to her, she'll make it up to you and even the score."
"That's a good idea, but how?"
"You know here better than anyone. What do she like the most?"
"Well, she likes our music and... wait, she likes our music! We could make her a song!" I smile
"That's the way! Come on!" I drag him out. He's smiling now.
"Guys, we've got a plan to fix this" I say to the others.
"What?" Snotlout stands up
"We're gonna write her a song. especially for her. I'll begin writing it" he runs off back to his room. South returns.
"Where's hiccup?" She asks.
"Hes working on one of our songs." I tell her. She nods.
"Right... did he say anything?" She asks me. I nod
"Yeah, he said that you said you're gonna leave him" she frowns
"I told him that if this carries on, I'm gonna move back home." I place my hand in her shoulder
"Please don't go... you're one of us"
"Am I? I'm not in the band. I'm just some stupid little british girl who forced her way in" she chokes. I shake my head
"No. You're south trader, hopefully soon to be haddock. You're a fantastic cook, and you're the best friend a person could ask for. It's just... the sudden change has thrown you guys off balance. I mean, suddenly your engaged and have a baby on the way. It's thrown you for a loop"
"Yeah... I think you're right. I've gotta make it up to him"
"How will you do that?" Fishlegs asks
"I'll... Oh I don't know. You guys know him better than I do, you have to help me" she says desperately.
"We will. What does he love the most?"
"The baby... music... his guitar..."
"that's it! I'll get him a new guitar! He mentioned his isn't the way it used to be. I'll get him the best one he's ever had!" She says excitedly. She kisses my cheek and runs out

Hiccup's p.o.v

I clutch the pencil in my hand, staring at the blank piece of paper. Heather walks in. She usually writes the songs with me
"Need help?"
"Yeah but... I have to write this one on my own. It needs to be from me" I say. She nods
"I understand." I smile at her. I think about the kind of music she likes. It's softer music, with meaning behind the lyrics. I should write a song with meaning. Not one where I'm apologising, because I don't need to apologise, nor does she. It needs to be a song, telling her how much I love her and I don't want to fight. With that in mind, the pencil glides across the paper, forming the lyrics to a song detailed especially for her.