Hiccup x oc oneshots

183- petals

This is a soulmate au where everyone is born with a tattoo of a flower, known as the soulmate rose. When you turn 20, you have 6 weeks to find your soulmate, if you haven't already, before you die. For each week that passes, one petal from the tattoo disappears. When all are gone, you will fall asleep and never wake up. Soulmates are always born on the same day.

Exclusively for you, Layla, SMUT WARNING

Hiccup and south are 20

Souths p.o.v

It's only a few moments before my twentieth birthday. I nurse my wrist, hoping against hope that the soulmate rose on my wrist doesn't lose a petal, but as sure as the sky is blue, I blink, and one is gone. I sigh. The clock has started. I have six weeks left. I head downstairs, finding my mum sat at the table.
"Hey, happy birthday" she smiles
"Not so happy" I show her my wrist. She sighs
"Oh, hon. Don't worry. It's very rare that someone will die. Soulmates always find each other. On other notes, we have a trip to Norway in 5 weeks, to visit your grandma"
"Right..." she kisses my head and I go back upstairs to get some sleep. I know no one who shares my rare birthday. For once, I get to celebrate my birthday in the actual day I was born, considering my leap year day birthday. The warmth of the blankets eventually coddles me to sleep.

5 weeks later

I didn't know that as the petals disappear, I'd be growing weaker. By now, I feel dizzy and sick all the time. I'm on the plane to Norway, nursing a headache. I have one petal left. I've accepted the fact that I'm going to die, because there is no way that I will meet my soulmate in Norway, it's just too small a town. We arrive soon enough, and are picked up by my grandma. At home, I sit on the sofa. My grandma sits next to me
"What's the matter, dear? You look worse for wear" I hold out my wrist. The tattoo has gone black, meaning I have only 2 days left.
"Oh, my poor dear... I'm so sorry" she gasps. I look down, knowing there isn't much I can say. I'll say my goodbyes to everyone tomorrow.
"Don't worry. The process is painless. You'll simply fall asleep, and you just won't wake up" my grandma says in a choked voice
"I... I don't wanna die..."
"I know, dear. I know." My father walks in. He had come a month before.
"There's my girl! Where's your soulmate?" He asks cheerily. I just hold out my wrist. He freezes.
"Oh god..." I shake my head, wrapping my arms right around myself.
"Go get some fresh air, sweetheart. It might help the headache" I nod and shrug on a thick jacket before heading outside. My head is down, so I don't notice the other wandering soul coming my way until we collide.
"Ah!" I yelp, losing balance and falling to the ground. I hear a male voice yelp, and it's like adrenaline shoots straight through me. I lever myself up on my hands and lock eyes with a man my age. He has bright green eyes, shaggy auburn hair and freckles to boot. As his eyes bite inti mine, my headache clears. I no longer feel sick. He stands and offers me his hand. As I put mine out to grasp his, I catch sight of my tattoo. It's now a bright red, with all the petals back and bloomed. I gasp, and he sees his own tattoo. He drops me in surprise, and I hit the floor again with a yelp
"Oh, gods I'm so sorry!" He gasps, leaning down and grasping my elbows to pull me up
"T-that's Okay"
"I... I need to ask you something" he says urgently. I nod
"Did you have one petal left before you bumped into me?" I nod slowly
"Yeah... did you?"
"Mhmm" he swallows, before moving his hands to cup my cheeks. He tentatively leans down, pressing his lips butterfly soft against mine. I kiss him back, not even knowing his name. All I know, is that this man is my soulmate. He soon pulls away, his warm breath wafting across my face. I feel my wrist pulsing, so I look, seeing the rose has bloomed even more.
"Okay um... I have no idea what I'm supposed to
Do now" I murmur. He chuckles lightly.
"Well, you could start by telling me your name" he offers. I grin
"South. South trader"
"As in, Elise trader? And her son johann trader?"
"My grandma and father"
"Oh! Your grandma makes fantastic pies" he grins. I laugh lightly
"Oh, I know. We've come down from England to visit. Honestly, I thought I was as good as dead"
"Same here. I mean, I know everyone on berk, being the chiefs son, and no one shares a birthday with me" I smile.
"You haven't told me your name. Don't forget I'm not from here" I wave my finger at him. He chuckles
"Oh, Yeah. I'm hiccup. Hiccup haddock" I shake his hand, and we both laugh.
"I need to head home" I frown, not wanting to leave him.
"Well, I know your father and grandmother. Maybe I could come with?"
"What about your dad?"
"He doesn't care what I do" he rolls his eyes. I nod slowly, thinking that there's more to it than that"
"Right. Okay, c'mon" I take his hand and he follows me to my grandmas house
"Grandma! Dad! I'm back!" I call out
"You sound better" my mum says, walking into the room.
"Hiccup?"
"Afternoon, Mrs trader" he smiles at her.
"What's going on?" My grandma says, waking into the room with my dad
"We bumped into each other while out walking" I grin and hold up my wrist, showing the tattoo. Everyone gasps and hugs us.
"Thank god! I thought we would lose you" my mom sighs. We all talk for a while, until me and hiccup head up to the spare room.
"So. We may be soulmates, but I don't know a damn thing about you" I say, sitting on the bed. He smiles and sits next to me
"What d'you wanna know?"
"Everything"
"Well, my father is an abusive piece of shit, I have no mother, I have a dog called toothless, my favourite colour is green, I love Chinese food and drawing. That's pretty much everything" he says with a shrug. I grip his hand.
"I'm sorry about your parents"
"It's okay. What about you?"
"Well, I'm half British, half Norwegian, I love music, I have a ferret named windwalker, my favourite colour is yellow and I also love Chinese food" I grin. He chuckles and pulls me into his lap. I nestle into his shoulder.
"I was extremely tempted to not come on this trip. To just lay in bed and let myself die, but then I thought, If by any chance my soulmate was here, my choice would kill them as well, so I came. I'm glad I did"
"I'm glad you did, too. Dying was really not on my agenda" I laugh at his biting sarcasm. We keep talking for what must be hours, until he has to go home.