Hiccup x oc oneshots

165- defenders of the wing

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HICCUP!!!!!!!!!

hiccup and south are 18. south is 3 months pregnant. (what a surprise)

hiccup's p.o.v

"alright, has anyone else been hurt recently? who didn't tell me?" i look around. pretty much everyone raises their hand.

"hey, didn't south get shot in the arm that one time?" fishlegs asks. i turn around and look at south. she's death glaring him.

"no i didn't, fishlegs" she seethes. i frown.

"south. why didn't you tell me you got hurt? when even was this?" she sighs.

"we'll talk about it later"

"fine. okay guys, new rule-" i begin, but a terrible terror lands on my hand. i take the parchment attached to it. i read the note and frown. south sets her hand on my shoulder.

"hiccup, what is it?"

"it's from viggo. he wants to meet"

time skip to the meeting

"i think you're missing a piece" i say to viggo, placing the gamepiece i have onto his board. south is stood behind me.

"no, you're not" i begin to walk around the board. south follows me, and viggo's eyes land on her.

"otherwise you wouldn't be sitting in a field of flowers that are poisonous to dragons" i glance to the blue oleander surrounding us.

"a man has to take precautions. and who are you, my dear? i don't believe I've had the pleasure to see you yet" he says to south. south crosses her arms and steps up next to me.

"south haddock" is all she says.

"so a sister?" i roll my eyes.

"what do you want, viggo?"

"to compliment you, hiccup. your little group has had some impressive victories recently, put quite the dent in my bottom line"

"glad to hear it"

"you are a worthy opponent, and as such this battle between us could go on for years to come or..." he says, resting his arm on his knee and leaning forward. i clench my fist

"or what?" south wraps her hand around my fist and looks up at me.

"or it could end today" this makes me smirk

"i accept your surrender" south snickers and viggo chuckles.

"oh, it's good to see your sense of humour is still intact. but i am offering a truce with very generous terms" he lays down a map with a bold red line on it

"you stay south of this line, and my men and i will stay above it. we never have to fight again" he stands, making me take a step back, holding my arm in front of south in a sort of protective manner. viggo eyes my arm, then his eyes focus back on my face.

"hiccup, i am not unreasonable. i have no desire to rule the world like... some people. i am a business man, and fighting is bad for business."

"what about the dragon eye?"

"i'm afraid that's not part of the deal. i'm offering to let you save the life of every dragon below this line. not to mention those of your fellow riders. i am willing to memorialise this deal now and end the bloodshed" he signs the paper

"question is, are you?" south steps forward, placing her hand on the map.

"would we have you absolute assurance that you will stay above the line?" she asks.