Disclaimer: HTTYD belongs to Dreamworks and Cressida Cowell. All rights belong to them and the only thing that belongs to me is the storyline and a few of my characters. (No matter how many times I ask for Toothless for Christmas)
Hey guys, I'm Nightbuddy and this is my second story. It's a Modern Version of HTTYD. It will mostly focus on Harrison (Hiccup) There will be Hiccstrid in later chapters (Possible Lemons) Those who have read the original may notice a few changes, but not massive ones. The major one is the story taking a more 'M' rating. This chapter was meant to be posted on the 24th Feb, but I was too lazy and forgot about. If you would like to read the original, just visit my profile and you'll find it right there. Any way enough with the boring stuff.
It was Harrisons first day back at Berk High after the holidays, he groaned as the school came into sight. It was a two kilometre walk between the school and his house, so Harrison normally walked. Harrisons education was coming to an end. He'd completed his HSC last term, so he wasn't really doing anything except stay out of his dad's way. Berk High was the typical school. The rich kids wore smart, causal looking clothes, while the poorer kids looked like tramps in comparison. Berk Highs biggest bully was Scott Jorgenson and his gang, which was made up of twins, Rachel and Tom Thorston, The gentle giant, Frank Ingerman and the angel, Astrid Hofferson. This group had been picking on Harrison for as long as he could remember. He remembered when Frank and himself were best friends. That was a long time ago, but Frank had been Harrisons first and only friend. It was only when Frank discovered a talent for football, that Scott payed any attention to him and eventually he abandoned Harrison and joined Scott's gang of bullies.
As Harrison approached the school gates, he noticed Scott leaning up against it. His gang stood behind him.
"Harrison my feathered friend, how have the holidays been?" Scott said grinning. "I've missed you very much. I didn't see you in the holidays. Where were you."
"I was away," mumbled Harrison.
"Did you miss us this summer?" Scott asked, slamming his fist into his hand. "You better of."
Harrison stayed quiet and averted his eyes. Scott grabbed his wrist and bent back his thumb.
"Did you bring us any presents back from your holiday?" Scott asked, tightening his grip until Harrisons face twisted up in pain.
"No," Harrison gasped.
"That's not nice, I think you deserve a slap."
Scott let Harrisons wrist go and clocked him around the fac. It wasn't hard. It was mainly done for humiliation. Scott gave Harrison a shove and told him to piss off. As Harrison stumbled away, on the verge of tears, he looked back on Scott's gang, and saw that everyone except Astrid was laughing. Just little things like that gave Harrison the boost that got him through the day.
After finishing their HSC's, the year 12 students didn't have much to do at school. They either sat studying for their Uni courses, or in little groups gossiping or flexing their muscles. Harrison sat alone at the back of the classroom. It was a very laid-back atmosphere and their teacher, Bertha Brown, or more commonly known as Big Boobied Bertha, sat chatting to her favourite pupils. Astrid was one of them.
"So, Astrid," Bertha said. "A dicky bird tells me you plan to go into nursing after school. Would I be correct in saying that?"
Astrid laughed, throwing her golden hair over shoulder. "Miss, I would love to know where you get this information. But yes, I'll go to university and get my Diploma of Nursing or the Certificate IV of Nursing and then I'll become a qualified Enrolled Nurse. It shouldn't take more than 12 – 18 months."
"Any idea where you'd like to be posted?"
"I would love to work in St Vincent's Hospital, Sydney, but its one of the most popular."
Harrison didn't hear the rest of the conversion because he suddenly zoned out, imagining ways to get Astrid to notice him. Most of them included him stumbling into the hospital with a pickaxe sticking out of his back. He fell back to planet earth, when Scott's voice shot throughout the room.
"I think you'd make an excellent nurse, babe. Wanna practise your mouth to mouth on me one day?"
Astrid shuddered. Before answering the question that Harrison didn't hear. "I'll study at the Australian Macquarie university then just come back on weekends and work at the pub 'Isle of Berk'. That should pay the bills."
Harrison had stumbled over a rock in the pavement and skinned his knee while walking home. His knee stung as he approached his house. His heart sank as he saw his fathers 1967 Shelby Mustang in the driveway. His father wasn't a bad person, but since Harrisons mother died, Stoick had turned to alcohol to cover his pain and more or less neglected his only son. The alcohol wasn't the only thing that fuelled Stoick's anger. As the mayor of Berk, his stress levels were through the roof all the time. Being the mayor, Stoick was away a lot and worked long hours. The result of that was Harrison spending his childhood alone.
The door creaked and groaned as Harrison opened it.
"Dad I'm home," He sang, walking to the fridge to grab a lemonade.
An aluminium beer can hit Harrison hard as Stoick broke into a low growling noise. Harrison looked up and he saw that his father was on the phone.
Stoick rolled his eyes and scowled at his son. He scowled so hard, it could have sunk a battleship. Harrison cringed and walked into the spacious lounge room. As he flicked on the television, Stoick rumbled into the lounge room and exploded at his son.
"Why Hiccup, why? Why do you always have to screw things up for me? That was an important phone call from work and you walked in and screwed it up for me. I'm hosting a meeting here tonight and I would appreciate it if you weren't here to screw things up in front of all my work colleagues."
"Look dad, I'm sorr-," Harrison started.
"Sorry is not good enough Hiccup."
Stoick smiled nastily as he ripped his belt from his trousers. "Bare your back and lean forward," he ordered. The only thing to lean on was the couch and Stoick placed his son's hands on it. Harrison looked over his shoulder and saw that his father was preparing to use the buckle end of the belt. The pain would be worse than usual, but it was his father's coldness that brought him out in Goosebumps.
"Look at the wall, I can't bear to look at you," Stoick shouted, before taking a run up and lashing Harrisons bear back. "You'll suffer like this until you learn some respect."
The metal tore a huge gash in Harrisons back. His legs buckled and his knees hit the bare boards with a dull thud.
"Stand," Stoick ordered, as he loomed over his son. "On top of all of this, you're a weakling. If I had made as much fuss as you did when he whipped me, your grandfather would have started from scratch."
"Please!" Harrison sobbed, holding his hands over his eyes as Stoick crouched down and punched his son in between the shoulder blades, before spitting in his face.
"You just wait for what's in store if that ever happens again," Stoick grunted as he stood up and reluctantly threaded the belt back into his jeans. "Now I have meeting so get the fuck outta my face you fucking hiccup!"
Harrison had quickly packed a bag and ran as fast as he could away from his house. He had no where to go and no idea what to do. It suddenly dawned on him that he was practically finished school, had absolutely no idea what he was going to do after that, his father had kicked him out of the house with no place to go and he had no friends. His life was a mess. He considered what his father called him in the lounge room. A hiccup? Surely not. Scott and his gang had called Harrison a hiccup thousands of times, but his father calling him one was a completely different story. His back ached where his father had struck him and his stomach rumbled from not eating since lunch time. It was starting to turn dark and Harrison had no money on him. He figured he would have to rough it tonight. It would be tough, but God gives his hardest challenges to his strongest soldiers.
"Am I really a hiccup?"
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd that's a wrap! Finally! Funny thing, its 5 months since I promised to upload this chapter, but I actually only wrote it this afternoon. I had the first paragraph, but it just sat there for 5 months. Oh well. Don't hate me too much. Anyway, what do we think? Improvement on the original? Do we like the new Stoick? Do we like Big Boobied Bertha? DO WE LIKE CHEESE?! PLEASE REVIEW! Leave your thoughts, leave a way you think I can improve on it, leave a link to a YouTube clip with LOL cats! Completely up to you. JUST REVIEW! Seriously, please do.
As a quick note, Harrison doesn't have Toothless yet in this story.
Also as the story progresses, I will require some characters. Now, instead of racking my brains thinking up characters, I am extending my branches and asking YOU to upload a review and comment a character profile and if you do, there's a good chance it will appear. If I keep to my schedule, your character will appear in chapter 6. So, let's upload these character profiles. All I want is:
***SPOLIERS*** (If you've read the original, you pretty much know what's going to happen.)
- A name
- A Nickname
- An age
- The relationship to Harrison
- A short brief about their Childhood
- Their relationship status
- And how they got recruited into the army
