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Collage AU

I walked into my new collage dorm room. It was impossible to contain the nervousness I felt inside, I guess it just came with being a freshman in a new environment is all. Most people back in my hometown, a small fishing town named Berk in Cape Cod, don't even bother with collage. They'll get jobs as fishermen or at my dad's construction company. But I'm going to be in charge of the company one day so I wanted to get a better education and a degree in engineering before I even considered taking over for Dad. There's a tiny hall just as you walk in the door connecting the bedroom and bathroom. My roommate has arrived before me apparently already gotten quite comfortable. His bed was covered in a blue and white comforter, half of the wall is littered with posters from video games, cartoons, and those old-school trading cards everyone was obsessed with in third grade. His dresser and desk are already full of junk. He's sitting on a bean bag chair in front of a TV playing God of War. I cleared my throat to let him know I was there and immediately he spun around to look at me and smiled. My roommate has pale skin and blue eyes his face had a boyish charm about it and at a glance you would say he was only sixteen but somehow you could tell he was older then he looked, his hair had had the ever loving shit bleached out of it until it was the same color as snow, but at the roots your could see it had once been chestnut colored. He wore a blue sweatshirt with a white pattern around the shoulders and collar, light brown pants, and was barefoot. "You must be Jack." I said, extending a hand as he stood up "I'm *HICCUP*." He looked at me confused I tried again "My names *HICCUP*" I sighed in defeat "Sorry, this always happens when I get nervous." Jack smiled understandingly and sat down on one of the two beds "Well, nice to meet you, Hiccup." He said I sighed and rolled my eyes "So much for new beginnings." I mumbled "What?" "Hiccup was my nickname back home. Cause I'd always get nervous and have a fit of them. It just kinda stuck. Even my teachers and my Dad call me Hiccup." I sat down on the other bed Jack gave me a sympathetic look. "That sucks. I'm sorry" I shrugged "Yeah, but everyone had weird nicknames back home. I have a cousin called Snoutlout." Jack laughed out loud "Snoutlout? Are you serious? That's hilarious!" I laughed too. This was going pretty well. "So what's your major?" Jack asked "Engineering. My Dad runs a construction company so. . ." "You're gonna follow in his footsteps?" "Yeah, it's sorta the family business." Jack nodded "I get that. I'm magoring in computer animation. My grandpa runs a toy factory up north, ya see, built it from the ground up when he came here from Russia. But he's refused to move with the times, still makes all these old fashioned dolls and trains and all that. Business is heading downhill. I'm hoping I can bring them into the twenty-first century with a new line of video games." "That's a really good idea. I mean kids now a days are more pluged-in. Everything's electronicised." "Yeah, I just hope the old guy will go for it. He's pretty stubborn, ya know?" I nodded "I know. My old man's a little stuck in his ways as well. He never listens." Jack opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by a soft meowing coming from one of my bags. "What's that?" He asked "Oh didn't they tell you?" I asked, unzipping my suitcase and picking up the three-legged large black cat inside. "Jack, this is Toothless. Toothless, Jack." Motioned between them "I hope you don't mind. He's really good about going in the liter box and all that. I've been looking after that little guy for about three years now and I've never had a problem." "No, it's not that it's just, well . . . " for the first time I notice a tall birdcage in the windowsill, holding a bright multi-colored parakeet inside "He's not a bird guy, is he?" I smiled "One-hundred-percent fish man, right Bud?" I rub his head and he purrs a yes "What's his name?" "HER name" Jack replies "Is Baby Tooth. I call her BT for short." "Baby Tooth?" "Dude I don't know my little niece named her, she's like three, I think she thought it was the Tooth Fairy or something." It still seemed like kinda a stupid name but coming from a man called Hiccup I wasn't one to judge, so I just shrugged. A beeping noise went off and Jack looked down at his watch alarm, a look of panic came across his face "Crap! I set the wrong time! Shit! I'm late!" He ran out of the room and slammed the door without another word. "What do ya think, Bud?" I asked Toothless, looking around the dorm. I was lucky and the room was fairly spacious. The school had set me up with the basics. A twin bed, dresser, desk, and a bookshelf. "I think it could be nice." I set upon the chore of unpacking. First I set up my bed with my green and brown plaid comforter, green pillows with one thick brown strip, and a brown blanket folded at the foot of my bed. Then I unpacked my clothes and put them in the dresser. I pulled out a few framed pictures and set them on top; me and Dad on his boat, me and my girlfriend Astrid, a group shot of my friends from High School: Astrid, Fishlegs, Snoutlout, and the twins Roughtnut and Tuffnut (Wow, what is wrong with our nick-names?) and one of my mother holding me as a baby I put up my book collection of the bookshelve. I'd brought only my favorites from home. Amongst them was my all time favorite story "The Book of Dragons" tells the story of a young, skinny, weak, Viking boy whose the son of a chief in a village obsessed with killing dragons. The boy's the only one who hasn't killed a dragon cause he's so weak but then he traps one of the most dangerous dragons of all and had the perfect chance to kill it. But he doesn't. He let's the beast go and, eventually, trains it and realizes that everything the Vikings knew about dragons was wrong. He manages to get his village to make peace with the dragons and spends pretty much his entire life researching and recording everything about every dragon he can find. My mom used to read it to me when I was little, which is I think one reason why I like it so much. But really, the story just spoke volumes to me as a kid. I'd even started drawing dragons with crayons by the time I was five. I put my school stuff on my desk, set up a separate corner for Toothless with his bed, food, and scratching posts and moved to the bathroom. I was glad to see the school had included a bathtub and not just a shower stall. I like to avoid getting my artificial foot wet whenever possible and that's kinda a pain when you have to bathe sanding up. Jack's hair gel and toothpaste were slopped about. "Okay, so he's a slob." I say to Toothless "I can live with that." I surveyed myself in the mirror. My longish brown hair, green eyes, and freckles were just the same as ever. I was wearing a red plaid shirt open over a white T, jeans, and mountain boots. I went back, laid down on my bed and started playing with Toothless. "What do ya think?" I asked him "We're gonna spend the next nine months here, better get comfortable." A few minutes later, the door opened and in walked in about six red-heads whom I had never seen before. There was a beefy man who reminded me of Dad, carrying two large suitcases, a girl about my age with bushy ginger hair carrying three cardboard boxes, and a dignified looking woman with three identical little boys, about five, at her shins. They were in the middle of a conversation in thick Scottish accents when they entered my room uninvited. "I just don't see why you insist on carrying all those boxes on your own, Merida." The woman was saying "You're going to hurt your shoulders and back doing that." "Mom!" The girl groaned "It's fine. Really. I can handle it." "Hey, why is it a problem for her to carry her own stuff but I'm just expected to do it like a mule?" The beefy man said "Because I know my strong man of a husband can handle anything life's gives him to carry." The woman said with a sweeter tone. I noticed she was the only one with brown hair in the group, though her accent was just as thick "Uh, excuse me?" I said "Can I help you?" This was the first time they noticed me. A dawning realization seemed to come over all of us at the same moment. That the girl, Merida, was a student and they'd mistaken this for her room. Merida put her boxes down on the floor, she was a bit shorter then me, sturdily built with an easy confidence about her. She was wearing a navy plaid shirt, ripped jeans, and Chuck Taylor's, a brown leather belt propped up on her hips. "I shouldn't suppose your name is Rapunzel, by any chance." She said I shook my head "No, it's not. I think you're in the wrong room." I explained "No." She said "This is my room." She took out a folded piece of paper from her pocket and gave it to me "213. See?" I took the paper and scanned it. It was her room assignment, and it DID say 213. "There must be a mistake. This is a boy's dorm. I've already met my roommate and both beds are taken." "Well then who do we talk to to figure this out?" "Let's go see the DA. Maybe he can sort it out." I said, getting up and walking out of the room, Merida and her family following closely behind. The DA was a handsome man of about 26, with tan skin, black hair, a muscular build, green eyes, and a small goatee on his chin. " Hey" I said when I recognized him from my tour "It's Flynn, right?" He nodded "We've got a bit of a problem." I tried to explain but before I could Merida's mother cut in. "It seems your office has mistakenly assigned my daughter the same dorm as two boys. I'm sure you're busy, it being moving day and all, but would you be so kind as to help us sort this out?" She said it with a perfect diplomatic smile which I didn't see the need for "Uh, yeah, sure. Just give me a minute." Flynn said looking at the form, he turned to his computer and piled something up "Yeah, that's a typo. You're in room 313. One floor up. Sorry about that." He took a pen and wrote in the right room number and gave it back to Merida "Oh, it's no trouble at all." Merida's mom said with her perfect-diplomatic-smile We left and on the way back down the hall the little five year olds started begging for food and one said he had to go to the bathroom. The mother sighed "Fergisn, take Haymish to the bathroom. You two, with me, let's go get you something to eat." She turned to me "I hate to ask, but would it be a bother to you to help move my daughters things to her room?" "Mom!" Merida groaned "I can handle it myself!" "Absolutely no problem at all." I said because, frankly, Merida's mom scared me. "Thank you." She said In a matter of moments the hallway was cleared and I was alone with Merida. An awkward-ish silence came over us. I cleared my throat "So, what was with that? With Flynn I mean." Merida sighed "First impressions." She said, her accent sounding especially strong when she said it somehow "She's convinced I'm going to get myself into trouble and she's going to have to bail me out. So she wants to make sure the people of authority remember me as a good girl. Frankly, I think it's a pain in the ass." We'd arrived at my room and bent down to pick up her stuff "So will you?" I asked "Will I what?" "Get into trouble." Merida grinned at me "Absolutely." We moved her stuff up to the next floor without another word, but it didn't feel awkward this time. When we got to her room and she opened the door, one of the beds was already made up with a purple bedspread with a yellow sun and every inch, I mean every inch, of wall space was covered with canvass paintings of various seizes. "Oh great." Merida said she put her boxes on the floor and so did I "Well, thanks, uh, I didn't catch your name?" I smiled and realized that I hadn't once hiccuped in front of her. I guess that explains why I hadn't felt so nervous. "My names David." I said extending my hand "But most people call me Hiccup." She shook my hand "Well, David, nice to meet you." "Likewise." I turned to leave "I'll see you around?" I nodded "Defiantly." So, yeah, that's the first chapter. I debated making it longer but i felt this was a good stopping point. I think the next chapter is going to be moving day as well but told from someone else's perspective probably Rapunzel's) and for the record I'm going to include Elsa and Anna in this story because as far as I can tell the fandom has embraced them whole-heartedly. And Astrid is going to be in the story too! I am frankly sick of how often I see people just kinda blow her off in their fics or movies because she is a pretty important character in Hiccup's story (or at least no less important then Fylnn is to Rapunzel)