Got a prompt to rewrite Hot For Teacher, but as Hiccstrid rather than Hicret. I doubt Astrid is gonna bend Hiccup over a desk and fuck him, but... I can make it work.

I'll be honest, I don't love writing older guy and younger girl... no particular reason, but I figure with it being a college thing their ages can be fairly close together.

College teacher/professor Hiccup, and student Astrid seducing him. On we roll!

-HTTYD-

"Don't you think Justin is so cute?"

Astrid made herself respond to Heather, if only so she didn't risk losing herself and actually drooling. The boy in question she was crushing on, Justin Ingerman - better known as Fishlegs for his disproportionately long torso - was a hulking blond figure with arms wider than Astrid's head and the heftiest looking dog in the world. And yet, there were both total softies and Justin was in all honesty, a bit of a dork.

"He's... Alright?"

Heather giggled to herself, resuming her doodling as she ignored the teacher. Heather didn't even like Mechanics, but the girl had obviously followed Justin's schedule as best she could so she could ogle the big blond man.

Astrid hadn't loved Mechanics either, but that was before she saw the teacher. Granted, Mr Haddock left a little to desire in terms of a cool name, but since Astrid just about drooled every time he flashed that excitable, lopsided grin, she didn't care. Suddenly, motorcycles became a whole lot more interesting when a vision in tight black trousers with bright green eyes was talking about them.

His autumn-brown hair was constantly messy, hanging down to brush the top of his shoulders and Astrid was dying to know if he smelled like leather and exertion from working on engines all day long. There was usually either ink stains or oil stains on his hands - if he wasn't building stuff, he was drawing plans to build stuff.

Really, he should be using those dexterous fingers to explore Astrid.

Heather was talking again, but Haddock had bent over to pick up his dropped pen and Astrid's world condensed to that point where his tight jeans cupped a pert, round ass she was just itching to get her hands on. He stood back up and saw her looking, tossing her a smirk that had her heart pounding and her underwear dampening. Bastard.

On the way home, sat in Heather's car as she waited for her friend to finish fussing with her hair just to look 'perfect' when she drove past Justin, Astrid caught sight of her heartthrob professor leaving the building in his motorcycle leathers. Oh, she wasn't sure if it was cruel or beautiful. Maybe both.

His motorcycle was a huge black monster, with a red stripe on the back and green lights on the front. It was well known he called it his 'Night Fury', but honestly Astrid wanted that to be a description of him in bed. Gods, she was babbling inside her own head. Damn that attractive son of a- actually, no. Astrid had met Haddock's mother Valka - she worked at the nature centre, her job literally taking care of animals all day long. It wasn't hard to tell they were related, since her son Hiccup (blame his father, she said) looked a great deal like her.

"Astrid!"

She jerked out of her musings about whether Haddock wore boxers or briefs under his leathers, or if he had to take off his jeans to put said leathers on. Just before he put the visor on his helmet down, Astrid could have sworn he looked over, saw her staring, and winked. Maybe that was wishful thinking on her part.

"What?"

"Seatbelt."

"Oh."

Astrid clicked it into place, then continued to ogle Haddock on his bike while Heather slowly started actually driving, not preparing to drive.

"Are you checking out mister mechanic again?"

"Shut up."

Heather laughed, slowing down to wave at Justin before picking up speed once they were outside the college campus at last.

"He's gotta be old though! He's a teacher!"

"He's three years older than me. And I'm nineteen not twelve!"

They had had this conversation before, when Heather demanded to know if Astrid had a crush, and her pink cheeks had given her away even though she said no. Heather wasn't one to let things go, and eventually she had wheedled out the identity of Astrid's affections.

Well... affections was a strong word for it. Mostly Astrid just wanted to fuck him through the floor, bite at that prominent Adam's apple and maybe trash some important looking drawings as he threw her on a desk or something.

Heather rolled her eyes as they neared her home, Astrid climbing out and following her inside rather than walk the four doors to her own house. Her father waved gruffly at them as they passed to the kitchen, dropping heavily into seats and tossing bags onto the side almost in sync.

"Hey sis. Astrid! Knew you couldn't keep away."

"Eat shit Dagur."

The redhead laughed loudly, picking Astrid up and spinning her around in a hug. She squealed and fought him off, laughing breathlessly when Dagur finally put her down and gave similar treatment to Heather.

"As much as I would love to stay where Astrid can check these bad boys out" Dagur flexed his tattooed muscles "I have places to be. Namely Belch and Haddock's repair shop."

That perked Astrid's ears up immediately.

"If you see Hiccup there, put in a good word for me."

It wasn't until after Dagur left to get his car looked at that Heather pointed out what a spectacular bad idea it had been to say that to Dagur.

"My brother will probably say something along the lines of you give the best oral or you're into bondage, rather than just saying you like him."

Having forgotten that about Dagur, Astrid dropped her head in her hands and groaned at the thought of facing Haddock after Dagur was done with him.

"Oh gods. Is it too late to drop out of college?"

"Relax girl. You can't screw a teacher anyway."

Astrid really hoped Oswald wasn't listening in to their conversation. Heather seemed to think along the same lines, raiding the fridge and handing Astrid some bottles of cola to carry up to her bedroom where they could talk more freely.

"I could always wait until I finish his class. Six months is a long time not to peek under those leathers though."

"Astrid!"

"What? He wears biker leathers, I'm not suggesting he's into S&M! Anyway, don't tell me you don't want to bang Justin six ways to Sunday."

Heather's cheeks flushed, hiding behind a chocolate bar as she scrolled through her phone to see if Justin had messaged her back. Astrid set in to the cupcakes, humming to herself at Heather's mothers amazing baking.

"Seriously though Astrid. It would never work out."

Sulking into her sugar fix, Astrid shrugged.

"I know it's never going to go anywhere, but at least encourage your girl!"

"Hiccup!"

"Hey dad."

He sighed behind his helmet, then took it off and shook out the mop of hair beneath it before pushing his bike up out of the way of his dad's garage driveway. Gobber, with his mismatched limbs and braided moustache, waved at Hiccup as he tried to get into the house.

"Hiccup, wait!"

"Give me a sec dad, I need the bathroom and I'm in my leathers!"

He dashed past his father, practically climbing the wall to get away from the broad man and his Odin-only-knows lecture of the day. He hid in the bathroom for a few minutes, then flushed and ran the tap before finally feeling ready to face his father.

Near seven foot tall and about as wide, Stoick 'the Vast' Haddock was responsible for multiple things. Like Hiccup's knowledge of mechanics, his stupid name and his mother's leaving their home.

"I need you to work today."

"I can't, I'm going to see mom."

"Hiccup-"

"No dad. I worked yesterday instead of seeing her. You want to trade? I could go live with her and only see you once or twice a week?"

Twenty three and still living with their parent may have seemed childish, but Hiccup held down his teaching job, part time work for his dad and volunteering at the Nature Centre his mother worked at whenever he could. So really, he was hardly ever home. Their divorce seven years back made him wish he had already moved out though.

"That's not what I-"

"You guys can't stand each other, I get it. But... I'm going."

He would regret not stopping to eat, but Hiccup needed to get out. His fathers presence was more stifling than the heavy leathers he had on. Chucking his spare clothes into a bag, adding overnight things just in case, he was about ready to zip away when a car pulled up in his way. He recognised the driver immediately, with his bright hair and tattoos over his eye.

"Hiccup!"

"Hey Dagur."

They knew each other from school, still occasionally saw each other around. So they didn't have much to talk about, leaving Hiccup confused when Dagur took him aside before Stoick or Gobber came over.

"What's up?"

"Stay away from Astrid."

"I... uh, what?"

"You heard me. You're a buddy, but she's like a sister to me and I will kneecap you for touching her. We clear?"

Unsure how to deal with the vaguely unbalanced man currently glaring at him, Hiccup nodded. Astrid Hofferson was one of his students, and he would be lying if he said he had never looked. But that was all it was... looking. She checked him out sometimes. He occasionally smiled back. It was harmless.

"Clear."

"Good! Now, I need to get my car looked at. As you were Hiccup."

Watching Dagur head over to Gobber, Hiccup jumped back on his bike and sped away before his dad could start on him again. He had to dismount the bike and wheel it the last part of the way, or the engine would disturb the animals.

"Afternoon Hiccup! Thought you were in yesterday."

"Sorry Sven, dad had a tough workload and I had to help out."

"Understandable. Your mother is in her favourite spot."

"Playing with Cloudjumper?"

"You got it!"

Hiccup changed out of his leathers and into his volunteering clothes, then headed out toward where the larger birds were kept. Huge and a dusky orange colour with piercing blue eyes, Cloudjumper was an owl with spectacular wingspan and feathers behind his head that flared when he was annoyed... and he was the apple of Valka's eye.

As he walked along the path, Hiccup spotted a golden head of hair stood at the entrance to the enclosure, heart skipping a beat when he recognised the slim figure talking to his mother through the fencing.

"Hiccup!"

"Hey mom. Hey Cloudjumper! And of course, hello Miss Hofferson."

Astrid's cheeks noticeably flushed when Hiccup greeted her, getting a breath laced with her subtle perfume as he slid past to enter the enclosure. Cloudjumper ruffled his feathers and set beady eyes at Hiccup, then relaxed and let him stroke his belly. His mother smiled at him, looking so genuinely pleased to see him.

The presence of Astrid behind him was bringing back the recent occurrence of Dagur threatening to 'kneecap' him. Hiccup reckoned he wouldn't like that.

"Professor Haddock."

"Gods no, I hate being called that when I'm working, never mind when I'm not! So, do you loiter around aviaries alot Miss Hofferson?"

"I like animals."

Hiccup nodded, trying not to look at her for too long lest she see how inappropriately attractive he found her.

"Me too."

"Motorcycles and animals huh?"

Valka turned to check on a couple of younger birds who were squabbling, leaving Hiccup with Astrid separated from him by only a mesh fence and a foot of space.

"I am both of my parents. My dad fixes cars, and my mom fixes animals. I work part time in his store, then all my free time is spent volunteering here."

He wasn't sure why he was telling her all this - just because she didn't hide enjoying his slim fit jeans didn't mean she cared about his life, but Astrid seemed to hang on his every word.

"Look son, Hookwing's injury is almost healed!"

Turning around to his mother, Hiccup smiled as she showed him the injured waif that seemed to be regaining his spirit.

"That's great mom. You uh, need me to do anything?"

"I uh, I better go. Visiting hours and all, plus you two look busy. Nice to see you again Cloudjumper, Valka."

Astrid left before Hiccup's insane, job-suicide instinct to ask her to stay could kick in, his expression undoubtedly sheepish when his mother fixed him with a knowing look.

"Friend of yours?"

"She takes my class."

"Mhmm."

Even with only that sound, he heard the words unsaid.

"It's not like that."

"I didn't say a word. Guilty conscience?"

Hiccup ducked his head behind Gothi the aged snowy owl, hoping to cover his burning cheeks.

"No!" there was that knowing look again "Ok... maybe she has a little crush on me."

"Maybe?"

Remembering her staring at his ass that day, Hiccup admitted defeat against his practically psychic mother.

"Almost definitely."

"She seems nice. She comes down here at least twice a week, talks about the animals with me."

"Really? I've never seen her here before."

Valka sighed, wide green eyes turning sad at the edges.

"I've been lucky to see you once a week lately son."

He knew she was right. And he hated it too.

"Dad's always laying extra shifts on me. And I'm saving up to move out, so I need the hours."

He watched his mother chew on his words, locking up the 'injured' enclosure (Hospit-owl, as Hiccup called it) before she looked back at him.

"You could always come and live with me. It's closer to your work."

Following her to the next animal enclosure, he kept thinking. She had asked before, but Hiccup didn't want to interfere with her life when she was seeming so free and happy out of the Haddock home. Now she was settled and offering again four years later, and he was tired of his dad's childish actions of trying to keep Hiccup away from his mother even now he was an adult.

"You really want me to?"

"I wanted you to come with me the day I left son, but your father said if I fought for that he would make the divorce drag out. He offered joint custody, I took it."

Hiccup blinked, stunned.

"You never told me that."

"I didn't want to come across as trying to score points. But... I'm tired of being the bigger person when I never get to see you anyway. As soon as you were old enough to stop the joint agreement working, he started coming up with all sorts of ways to keep you busy."

"I... I'm sorry. I don't know what to say."

She reached out and hugged him, neither paying mind to the feathers and animal hair on their clothes.

"Come home son?"

Just like that, Hiccup decided.

"I do have my overnight stuff. And I have two days off work. Think we can pull it off?"

Her energy sparked instantly, mouth turning into that plotting smirk Hiccup knew he had inherited from her.

"Let's do it."

-HTTYD-

Ok, this was meant to be a one shot with a 50/50 POV thing. Accidentally started writing a story! So now... this is no longer a one shot. I will begin working on next chapter, do not expect logic regarding who's POV I write in this wasn't planned!