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(Source: dearninaa, via nightfuryrider)

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I was going to rename Hiccup Hunter but then I went and checked what I named him and was all oh, Hayden is so pretty…

Hiccup gripped the steering wheel in one hand and his key in the other. With a silent prayer he slid the key into the ignition and closed his eyes. “Please, please, please,” he murmured, in case the prayer didn’t work, and turned his key. The engine sputtered for a long moment before finally turning over and roaring to life. Hiccup let out a sigh of relief, resting his forehead on the wheel for a moment before sitting up and putting the car in reverse. He backed out of the parking lot carefully, thanking the gods his car decided to work that morning.

Instead of heading straight for his house, like he would have on a normal Saturday, he headed past Hollywood and into LA to look for a job. There had to be plenty of places hiring college students, even nerdy, sarcastic college students like himself.

Driving in LA was miserable, and finding a parking space was even more of a nightmare. He finally found a spot he could wedge his VW into that wouldn’t cost him an arm and a leg and slipped out with only a little difficulty. He looked around at the city from where he stood and sighed. Despite having grown up here, he hated Los Angeles. Most people thought it was glamorous and fun, but to the introverted boy it was just noisy and dirty. He would have been much happier in a smaller, quieter place. The people here just weren’t his kind of people. No, Los Angelesans were the type of people who ignored or shunned him, or even the type that gave him swirlies in high school. It hadn’t happened much after his sophomore year, but it still seemed fresh in his mind.

Hiccup sighed to himself again before squaring his shoulders. “I can do this,” he told himself, earning a strange look from a passer by on the sidewalk. “Heh,” he smiled sheepishly at the person who, as expected, just ignored him and continued on their way. “I think I can do this,” he corrected himself, shoulders drooping as he started his search for Help Wanted signs.

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Playing Quest for Dragons or reading a good novel.