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Hiccup drives an ice cream truck. I don’t know what context this would possibly be in but put him in a little hat and he’d be goofy as hell.
She kept the windows open even though the breeze sent goose bumps along her skin. She couldn’t miss him; she wouldn’t. Her fingers were poised on her keyboard, but instead of typing she simply stared at the clock on her screen, watching slow minute after slow minute go by.
5:23PM He was late today. Then, like slightly broken clockwork, she heard the familiar tune coming through her open window. Her hand closed around the pile of change on her desk as she bolted from the room, opening the front door and running down to the end of the driveway.
The truck made a slow and steady progression toward her home. Torturously slow. He did so like to tease. She whispered to herself as she waited, hip cocked and eyes locked on the approaching truck.
“You scream, I scream. We all scream for ice cream.”
He pulled right up to the end of her driveway and put the truck into park. Adjusting the little red and white hat on his head, he moved into the back of the truck and popped out the side window. She fought a smile as he grinned at her, wild hair sticking out from under his hat.
“You know me so well,” she purred as he handed her a chocolate swirl and tipped his hat.