I was awoken the next morning by a very insistent mother shaking me from my slumber, rambling on about things I couldn't quite catch the first minute of being conscious.
"Wait, wait, slow down, please, I beg you," I groaned, rubbing at my face. She tutted her tongue at me, waiting impatiently. I took a deep breath, blinking slowly several times before meeting her eyes.
"Hiccup is downstairs and you are making the poor boy wait," she said a couple moments later. I raised my eyebrows, stretching slightly.
"What?" was all I managed. She exhaled harshly, muttering under her breath. I bit back a laugh, lazily watching her head towards the stairs before it finally clicked in my brain what she had been saying.
I bolted out of bed, freezing when I realized I had no idea what was happening nor why he was there in the first place. I settled on brushing my hair while searching for my clothes, placing them on my bed before walking to the staircase. I went down the first couple, peeking my head out. I could spot Hiccup waiting by the front door, my mother apologizing several times.
"Um, hi?" I called out, feeling uncomfortable and under-dressed. They both looked towards me, my mom with a judging glare while Hiccup just grinned.
"May I ask what you're doing here?" I said. I saw my mother mouth my name, a scolding expression on her face but I ignored her, watching the boy currently leaning against the front door.
"Didn't I ask you if I could show you something yesterday?" Hiccup asked. I paused, thinking back to after dinner the night before. He had mentioned wanting to take me somewhere to show me something but I didn't expect it to be so early.
"Wait, that was for today?" I clarified.
"Well, I'm fairly certain I did say 'tomorrow', so.." he drifted off.
"You did not say tomorrow morning, though," I pointed out, but he gave me a confused look.
"I know I didn't, but it's noon," he countered. My eyes widened, and I glanced at my mom.
"It's noon?" I repeated. She nodded, raising her eyebrows.
"Well, that's.. awkward. Whoops," I mumbled, glancing around.
"It's fine, just.. get dressed, would you? I mean, unless you plan on going out like that, then we can go," he added playfully. I childishly stuck out my tongue and he did the same, sending a strange familiar feeling throughout me. It was almost like deja vu, and I assumed our short exchange must have occurred during our childhood, which made sense. I shook my head lightly before disappearing back upstairs, rushing to change. I couldn't quite stop smiling the whole time, not even when I headed downstairs.
"Are you ready?" he asked as my feet hit the final step.
"I don't know, are you ready?" I replied, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm always ready, but I don't know if you're ready," he said, and I could see him fighting a smile.
"I may or may not be ready."
"So is that a yes?"
"Yes," I finally said, grinning.
"Good, 'cause it didn't sound like one. Come on," he gestured to the door and I followed him out.
"Are you planning on telling me where we're going?" I asked as he lead me through the village. I had no idea where he was taking us, and he didn't say anything the day before either.
"Nope," he said simply. I groaned, quickening my pace to be able to walk next to him.
"Are we even going somewhere specific?" I tried. He shrugged, not looking at me. I held my hands up in a questioning gesture, shaking my head.
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Fire and the Thud [Hiccup x Reader]
FanfictionNobody could anticipate that a relatively small village on Berk would completely shatter the ways of the Vikings, especially someone who spent most of their life living in it. It's been five years since you last set foot on the island, and the surpr...