Flipping the Switch

Chapter 1: In the Beginning

Author's Note: Okay guys! Here's the deal. For those of you who have been reading my I Can't Stand Hiccup fanfiction, don't worry! I have not abandoned that story. I've just been having a huuuuge writer's block, as I always do with it, so I'm writing this in the meantime while I take a break. I've had a couple other HTTYD fic's in mind and this is one of them. This story has been inspired by many things, including the films "The Hot Chick", "Freaky Friday", and a manga called Your and My Secret.

As I've noted before, my narrating characters usually reflect a bit of my own personality and interests, hence the reason that I made Hiccup a guitar-player (oops, spoiler alert!) I also hang out with guys most of the time, so the pervy-ness in this story is inspired by my friends! Yay!

Anyway, this was a nice break from my other story and I hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it! Enjoy!

Astrid Hofferson is... perfect. Almost too perfect.

I don't know actually know her, but who does? A vast majority of Berk High School know who the rich, blonde, all-too-perfect head cheerleader is. But do they know her? Does she know them? No. Those who are not included in the vast majority can actually be identified by the fabulous Astrid Hofferson due to their social equivalency.

I dare say it.

The popular kids.

Could the beginning of my story be any more cliche?

Well hear me out on this one.

My name's Hiccup. I'm not popular. I'm not a loser. I don't have the greatest GPA but it doesn't suck either. I don't play sports but I'm not out of shape. I'm caught somewhere in the middle of the social hierarchy structured by an evil called high school.

I sing and play guitar for a band called Nightfury. I get pretty good grades and I have a good group of friends. I may be shy for the most part, but I don't hold a social awkwardness that inhibits me from meeting people. I'm just a normal guy.

This all changed, though. At one point. My entire life literally changed completely.

Now I bet you're wondering why this has anything to do with Astrid. The one girl that I'm sure gives every single guy in school a hard-on with just one glimpse of her perfection. One whiff of her perfume. The hottest girl in school by a long shot, who has nothing to do with me.

Or at least it started out that way. Because her life changed too.


"Damn. I love Friday's."

Terry "Tuff" Thorston leaned his back against the lockers, crossing his arms and legs as he examined the school hallway with a lifted eyebrow and roguish smirk. His long, dirty-blonde hair fell around his shoulders while a black beanie sat at the top of his head.

"Why? Because it's the last day of the school week?" I asked as I exchanged my history book for my calculator and wretched pre-calc book.

"Well that. And because that's when the football games are."

I scoffed at my drummer. "So? You never go to them. And we're not gonna have a home game for another couple of weeks."

"No, but the cheerleaders do," he replied as his eyes followed two of the skirt-clad girls walking by, chatting up a storm and cackling like typical high school girls.

I laughed and slammed my locker door shut. "You are such a perv."

"And you aren't?" Tuff turned to me and sneered. "You're always gawking at that Astrid chick. You're no better than me!"

I felt my ears turn hot as I looked down at my checkered Vans and tucked my book and calculator under my arm. "Well, I'm less vocal about it."

"Speak of the devil."

I looked up, and I swear the entire hallway brightened. There she was.


The little voice in my head squealed with glee. The moment I saw her, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Like in a movie. The tall, slender blonde strode across the hallway alongside two other cheerleaders, her golden hair swaying behind her back. Every step she took was graceful and perfect, as was everything else about her.

Tuff liked Friday's because all the cheerleaders were required to wear their uniforms to show their "school spirit" and support the team. And they looked super hot in them. There's just something about cheerleaders that's really enticing. I don't think any guy can really explain it. Their cute little outfits are definitely a factor. And that they're really flexible...

I wonder how flexible Astrid is.

I shook the thought away and stood up straight. My shoulder had fallen into a leaning position against the locker while I'd oggled at Astrid Hofferson walking by. She was gone now, and the normal passage of time returned. Tuff just stared at me with a lifted eyebrow.

"Forget about it, bro." He snickered. "She has a boyfriend, and I'm pretty sure she doesn't know you exist."

The bell rang and I huffed, shaking my head as I ignored Tuff and walked to my next class. "Fuck you, dude." He gave a boisterous laugh as he followed after me. "Aw c'mon, Haddock. I'm just fuckin' with ya."

The pathetic part was, it was true.


After school I went to Tuff's house for band practice. Naturally, the drummer's house is always the designated place for rehearsal. It's also ever-so-convenient that our bassist is Tuff's fraternal twin sister, Rhonda "Ruff" Thorston. She has the same long dirty-blonde hair and lanky physique as her brother. It's cute how their nicknames rhyme, isn't it?

We got a good practice in. Tuff's dad had hooked us up with a gig at a small venue called The BoneKnapper, so we wanted to be at our best by the time it came around. He was friends with the booking manager and this was going to be our first real show. It was only a couple weeks away.

"Shit, Hiccup, have you been doing nothing but practice all week? Your solo got so much cleaner," Ruff chimed after we finished our last song in the set. I smiled bashfully and looked down at my feet, loosely holding the neck of my sleek black Schecter as it hung from the strap around my shoulder. "Thanks. I spent a lot of time on it."

No way was I going to screw this up. We all had high expectations for our upcoming gig, and everything had to be perfect. Especially my solos.

Around eleven o'clock the three of us went to go see the movie Freaky Friday. Ironically, today was Friday, as it was also opening night. Don't ask me why Tuff and I agreed to go see this movie with Ruff. She dragged us out to go see it with her and threatened to quit the band if we didn't. The girl's also got an arm. That's all I'll say.

"Why do we have to watch this with you?" Tuff whined as we waited in line at the ticket booth.

"Because Ashley bailed on me and I am not going to the movies by myself."

"Ask another girl! Fuck, half the girls from our school are here," Tuff retorted as he scanned our surroundings. He was right. Right now the theatre was a teenaged girl hot-spot. Not like it usually wasn't. It was. But on opening nights for chick flicks such as this one, the theatre was thriving with girls.

And... Astrid?

"I don't know any other girls, dipshit," Ruff spat back. The two's usual bickering became distant and muffled in the background as my attention averted to the beautiful goddess only a few yards away. Astrid was sitting at a table in the middle of the courtyard, smiling and laughing with one of the girls she had been with in the hallway earlier today. She had a drink in her hand, and every few seconds her perfect lips would wrap around the straw to take a sip.

The game must have been over now. Her cheer uniform was replaced by a pair of dark blue jeans and a pullover sweater that sported our school colors- blue and gold- with the words "Vikings" in all caps etched above a logo of our school mascot on the front. Was she going to see the movie too?

"Can I help you?"

I snapped out of the spell that Astrid's beauty had cast over me and turned towards the zitty teenager working at the ticket booth. I hadn't realized I'd gotten to the front already. Ruff and Tuff were standing at the side, staring at me in question.

"Uhh... Yeah. One student for..." I hesitated. This was gonna sound so lame. "Freaky Friday, please?"

"Sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you."

I closed my eyes momentarily and took in a breath. "Freaky Friday. Please."

"Oh! Freaky Friday. Of course. That'll be seven fifty."

I made a mental note to smash Ruff's bass as I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet to pay for the stupid ticket.


The movie actually wasn't half bad. It was pretty entertaining and, although the guitar-playing was extremely fake, I liked that the chick in the movie was the lead guitarist for her band. When it got to the part in the movie where she and her mom switched places, I thought about how much weirder it would be if a guy and a girl exchanged bodies.

"I'll be back," I murmered to Tuff before getting up to use the bathroom.

I stepped out of the theatre and headed down the scarlet hallway, towards the lobby. As I jogged up the stairs I whipped out my cell phone and checked the time. It was a little past midnight.


"Whoa! I'm so sor-"

I quickly looked up to face the person I'd just bumped into at the top of the steps.


The blonde stared at me with round saucer eyes. "Do I know you?"

I swallowed. My heart was racing. A chill ran down my spine. I was freaking out on the inside and I'd barely said anything to her!

"Uh... Well I don't think so, I'm- I'm Hiccup. We have English together."

She raised an eyebrow. "We do?"

I nodded, trying to keep my cool. "Yeah, I sit in the back," I responded with a forced chuckle, running a hand through the shaggy hair on the back of my head. "Kinda hard to notice me, I guess."

This was going downhill fast.

She blinked at me. "Oh. Well, I'm sorry for bumping into you-"

"No, no, I'm sorry. It was my bad." I briefly raised my phone up in the air. "Wasn't paying attention to where I was walking."

Astrid laughed lightly. "It's no problem." Then she began walking past me, down the stairs. My mind instinctively told me Quick! Do something! You may never get this chance again!

"Hey, uh- Astrid?"

She stopped and turned around to look up at me, her hand on the railing. "Yeah?"

"I... I guess I'll see you at school?"

Stupid. So stupid.

She smiled. "Yeah. I'll see you around, Hiccup."

Her words did an instant replay in my head as she disappeared down the spiral staircase. She actually remembered my name. And she had smiled! Sadly enough, we'd probably never cross paths like that again. But it was still hard not to grin so big as I entered the men's bathroom. I immediately went over to a sink and turned on the water so that I could splash a little bit on my face. After I turned the faucet off, I looked in the mirror and stared back at a tall, gangly, somewhat scrawny seventeen-year-old with a shaggy mess of dark brown hair. I saw nothing special. No wonder Astrid didn't know I exist.

"You really like that girl, don't you?"

I whipped around and faced a janitor mopping the tiled floor near the stalls. How did I not notice him before? I narrowed my eyes and glanced out towards the doorway. Had he seen what just happened?

"I... Well, I don't really know her that well. She's cool, I guess," I replied with a shrug.

Smooth. Real smooth.

The janitor chuckled as he plopped the mop back into the bucket of water next to him. The name tag on his bluish-grey uniform said "Loki". Kind of a weird name. "Don't you want to know her?"

I hesitated. Was this guy really trying to have a conversation with me before I took a whizz?

"I couldn't if I tried."

Loki nodded and then scratched at the grey fuzz on his chin. "Why not?"

I slipped my hands in my pockets and rocked back on my heels. "It's like she was born into royalty, you know? Girls like her just don't care to know guys like me." I scoffed and looked around aimlessly. "Must be nice to have her life. She's beautiful and popular and rich. She has the perfect life and perfect friends. What else could she possibly need?"

The old man chuckled again. "Perfect, huh? Are you sure about that?"

"Positive." I don't really know why I was spewing out stuff about Astrid to this creeper.

"I wonder what it would be like to have this 'perfect' life."

"Me too, man. Me too."

The lights suddenly began flickering. "Whoa... What the-"

Then they went out, and we were consumed in absolute darkness.

"Did we just have a blackout or something?"

"Flip the switch, Hiccup. Flip the switch!"

I nodded and made my way through the darkness and towards the doorway where I assumed the light switch was. "Are you sure it's gonna work?" My outstretched hands finally landed on the cold tiled wall. I groped around for the switch and when my fingers found it, I immediately flicked up the little protrusion of plastic. Light flooded the bathroom once again.

"Hey, it worked!" I exclaimed. Then I realized that Loki had said my name when he'd commanded me to turn the light on. "But how did you know my-"

I turned around and saw no one else in the bathroom. My eyebrows furrowed. Where did he go?

"Uhh... Hello?"

No response. No one in sight. This was getting really fucking creepy. I finished my business in the bathroom real quick and then hurried out. Had all the electricity in the entire theatre shut down?

No. Everything was fine. Perfectly fine. What the hell had just happened? I glanced back at the bathroom before going down the stairs and promised myself to never, ever go in there again.

When I returned to my seat in the darkened theatre, the movie was near its closure closure. The mother and daughter returned to their original bodies and all was happy and better than how the story had begun. Don't you just love comedy movies with underlying positive messages and morals in them? I was relieved when it finally ended.

"So, did you like it?" Ruff asked Tuff and I as we walked down the hallway, caught in the middle of a herd of teenagers. We were like cattle.

"I guess," Tuff replied. "That girl was hot!"

I laughed. Of course he had to be the one to say that. "Yeah, the mom was hotter though," I added.

"Ewww," Ruff whined. "Jamie Lee Curtis is like forty!"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!"

Once our path cleared at the lobby, I saw Astrid in the distance with a group of her friends. She was tucked under the arm of douchebag jock Steven Jorgenson, reciever on the football team and dubbed "Snotlout" in the first grade due to his excessive snot rockets. As the twins and I walked by, I swear that for a moment Astrid and I locked eyes, acknowledging each other's existence.

When that split second ended she went back to laughing at what one of her friends said. My phone buzzed in my pocket once we stepped outside, so I pulled it out to see who had messaged me. It was from a number that I didn't recognize. Even more strange, the phone number was comprised of only four digits.

"Be careful what you wish for."

Author's Note: When Hiccup shamefully says "Freaky Friday" to the guy at the ticket booth, replace that with "How to Train Your Dragon" and that's what happened to my boyfriend! xD Hehe, oh the irony. And speaking of "Freaky Friday", let's just pretend it came out recently rather than eight years ago!

Thanks so much for reading my story and I hope it kept you interested enough to read the chapters to come! Reviews are absolutely adored, so leave them if you can! :3