Hi everyone. I'm aware there are probably a lot of these highschool, double id Hiccup who is secretly famous, au's, but they're that amazing to imagine, which is why I'm going to try my hand at writing one.

This is just the pilot chapter, if I think I'm good to keep going, I'll keep writing, but if this is too shaky I'll take it down. Please enjoy and give me your opinions, thanks!

Disclaimer: Dreamworks owns all characters. The AU idea probably belonged to jeezus himself.


An alarm clock began to ring, rousing up the young man who was sprawled all over his bed, tangled up within the blankets. With a grumble, he cracked open his tired eyes as his arm reached for the damnable device that disturbed his rest. With nearly all the effort he managed to summon up, he rolled over onto his stomach to take a look at the time.

With a single blink, he took in the time and let out a hiss, nearly cursing as he realized with horror that he was going to be late if he didn't move his ass out of bed as fast as possible. To add to his troubles, it just had to be a Monday, he remembered as he finished brushing and rinsing his mouth. He began to dig through his closet, the first t-shirt, hoodie and jeans he managed to get his hands on were quickly worn as he swept his hair quickly with his hands.

The young man began to make his way down the stairs before he stopped and threw his hands up in silent frustration, he made his way back up and grabbed the bag in his room before running down the stairs again.

Sadly, he tripped on the last step, alerting the other man in the house.

"Hiccup!" His father, Stoick exclaimed in greeting, "I thought you'd never get down, yer going to be late if ya don't get movin' now, got everything?"

Hiccup, the young man in question, merely nodded, rushing to the front door where his shoes were, "Ah, yeah," He paused, yawning as he finished tying the shoe laces, "Ready to go. I uh … might be late though tonight, I got this … ah, well, it's a welcome back party thing, I can go right?" He asked, looking behind his shoulder as he opened the door.

Stoick thought for a moment, studying Hiccup's expression before he nodded, "Sounds fine. It's only the beginning of the year though, don't go crazy, son," he said, sternly as he watched Hiccup throw a small grin and bolt out the door. With a grunt, Stoick closed the door before getting ready to head out himself.

Outside, Hiccup panted as he barely made it to the bus that had stopped for a bit to wait for him. The bus driver gave an impatient grunt as he got on, paying, and drove before the teen could even get a steady hold of himself on the vehicle. With a sigh, Hiccup gripped the metal bar provided as he let himself dread about the next few hours at school.

This was the City of Berk. It was relatively new, and many things that needed to be fixed were often done so very quickly. It was a city full of lively people, but that wasn't all. Not only were the people of Berk lively, they were also known for their extreme understanding and producing the biggest and very successful artists on the continent. These artists came in the form of singers, musicians, painters, and dancers, everyone on Berk simply had a special attunement to the arts, they were simply born for it.

Sadly, despite all the legends, there had been exceptions made. Hiccup himself, was such. The boy's voice was weak, scratchy and simply couldn't hold a decent sound for the ears. He was unable to properly read notes and use instruments to construct pieces of music. His hands had a separate mind of their own, and his fingers were nearly trigger happy, thus rendering him unable to even draw a stick figure to save his own hide.

That had left him with dancing.

Unfortunately for him, it seemed like the gods were not done messing up his life. His father, Stoick the Vast was recognized nearly world wide for his mastery for many - if not all - instruments, and his ability to come up with songs just in a snap. Certainly not Mozart, though. His mother on the other hand, had also been a dancer. She was also able to 'master' many different styles of dancing, from ballroom, to formal, to streetdancing. Once she had passed on though, from a bar fight gone tragically wrong, his father had stopped at nothing to get him to walk down the path of music instead of dance.

If Hiccup didn't know his father any better, he'd almost accuse the man of trying to damn his life on purpose.

Being the son of two very famous people didn't help to hide his flaws at all. Especially at a arts school. As Hiccup mentally counted down the stops left to his destination, he realized with dread overflowing in his heart that his cousin and many of his childhood 'friends' had also caught a ride on the bus that morning as well.

With a silent sigh, he snapped his eyes shut as he began to pray that he'd be fast enough today to escape their pointless jabs before the morning bell went off.

After what felt like a lifetime, the bus pulled to a stop, and as the doors opened, Hiccup nearly leapt out, jumping all the steps and nearly falling flat on his face before he found his balance and set himself straight up once more. Inwardly, he began kissing the skies as he tried to make his escape quicker towards the building, and just as he thought he was cleared, an arm looped itself around his lanky shoulders.

"What's with the cold shoulder, dear cousin?" Snotlout sneered, leaning into his shoulder, "It really isn't polite you know, to ignore your family and friends, and on the first day back too!" He continued, waving an arm towards the rest of his friends who began to circle around Hiccup. "Ah. You know, we'll just let you off today, it's polite after all, since it's the first day," he decided at last, letting Hiccup go, nearly shoving the smaller and skinnier teen off of him in.

With a sharp intake of air, Hiccup lurched forward, desperate to keep his distance from the arrogant jock that was his cousin. As he finally broke clear from the circle that had formed, it seemed they were not quite done with him and had nearly tripped him as he struggled to get away. A round of laughter was exchanged as he finally fell flat on his face, but with a grunt, Hiccup pulled himself together as he continued his way, almost limping, to the building.


During Lunch, Hiccup had made a point to stop by his locker and dump most of the stuff he didn't need inside. With a nearly empty bag, he made his way into the cafeteria. He hoped that it hadn't filled up yet, it was quite hard to get a seat, a relatively empty space, where he wouldn't get picked on constantly as he ate.

On his way down the stairs, Hiccup nearly choked on his breath as the school queen, Astrid Hofferson, walked up the same set of the stairs past him. He had paused mid step, left his jaw hanging stupidly, and remembered to breathe afterwards. Astrid had been one of his childhood friends, best friend even, before the girl found her calling and left him to eat the dust.

With a grunt, he shook his head to clear his thoughts. He had moved on, he told himself, she grew up, and he grew up, he continued telling himself firmly as he continued walking. However, no matter how many times he had dismissed her in his thoughts, the single reminder that she was the most beautiful, especially when mad or angered, continued to linger.

Stopping once more on the stairs, he tilted his head upwards and gave a sigh. Perhaps it was better to just not eat today, clearly he had to get his mind working before his next class.


"Good day brats," a woman with raven black hair and a crooked grin greeted from her seat on the desk, "it's nice to see that you're all familiar faces, though there seems to be a small decline in numbers. No matter, we all know each other, so let's not waste time and dive straight in."

With a small mummer agreements from the rest of the class, Hiccup let out a quiet sigh that got mixed in with the rest of the noise.

Mrs. Nora, an accomplished musician who played the viola, had been Hiccup's music teacher for the last 3 years he had attended this school. Although he held no interest or talent in the subject, he always envied and was in awe of her knowledge and ability to play out just about any song they challenged her with.

"Hiccup! Mr. Haddock?! Are you even listening?" Her voice broke into his thoughts as he bit his lip to keep in a curse.

"Er, yeah … Sorry 'bout that, was thinking," He muttered out, nearly going red from the snickers that started to go around the room. In the corner of his eye, he caught a flash of blonde, Astrid, who merely scoffed quietly. Wincing, he coughed lightly, "could you repeat that?"

"I think instead of repeating the question, you should just repeat the years, Hiccup! It's a wonder you managed to pass at all!" Snotlout hollered from his seat in the back of the room, causing even more snickers to sound, "Honestly, if I remember clearly, I think the ones who dropped were the ones who got partnered up with you anyway," he added.

With a frown, Mrs. Nora stepped in, "Enough with that, it's your last year and I'd rather not deal with drama with you lot again this year, now I'll repeat it for all of you since I'm sure Mr. Haddock was not the only one to miss my instructions: go grab whatever you got last year and start warming up, I already got your pieces set, so hop to it!"

With grumbles and chattering, everyone set out to grab their instruments. Dragging his feet along with him, Hiccup made his way over to where the woodwinds were, and picked up a shiny looking flute, almost glaring down at it in his hands as he made his way to his placed seat. Around him, snickers and laughter continued, after all, what kind of guy actually played the flute? His cousin was on the drums and other percussions with Tuffnut and the lot, even Astrid was there. He was the only lame guy sitting amongst the girls with the tinker bell like sounding instruments.

As the chattering began to end, the sound of clashing music of different instruments began to ring in his ear. With a sigh, he began to play. Or attempt to. He blew into the mouth piece of the flute, but sadly no sound was heard. With a groan, he realized that he would have to get that stupid muscle memory thing to start working again. After all, the hardest part with the stupid flute was actually getting a sound of it at all!

The rest of the class went by, slowly, as Hiccup continued messing up or was unable to play properly. Truthfully, it actually seemed to go by a lot smoother since he wasn't playing anything at all, and therefore couldn't make any mistakes. A point that the rest of the class was not keeping too quietly.


"Oh gods. Who invited the loser here?!" Snotlout complained as loud as he could, catching the attention of just about everyone around him as he sneered at Hiccup across the parking lot. "Isn't it past your bed time already?" He continued, chuckling with the rest of the group as they made their way over to the crowds.

Hiccup just sighed again, letting the words of his cousin roll off him. He had been picking on him since they could talk, by now, he knew better then to return or reply to those petty words. With a solid mind, he looked from side to side, taking a look at the crowds that had gathered tonight before he nodded to himself and walked away.

The GoTrain parking lots were the best places at night for the rowdy teenagers of Berk. No one ever used them during the night and it was the perfect place for them to party. There was just enough lighting, people brought great music and drinks as well. However, the most important point of the place was the fact that many dancers often came out here to show their moves or get their groove on.

Formal dancing or any pansy dancing were immediately taken away, out here, it was street dancing. A whole different ball game. Groups or even solo mans were well known here, facing each other off in continuous patterns, different beats and overall amazing moves. It was friendly competition and everybody was probably just looking for a good time to connect through dancing.

In this group of teens, the most well known street dancer was a solo man. No one knew his real name, they had caught glance of his hair and eyes, but it was safe to say that no one had seen his true face. He was a complete mystery that just appeared one night, bringing his sick music and devastating dances onto the floor, and boy, did he floor them all. He was an overnight sensation that had never lost a round as of yet.

"Astrid, Astrid, do you see him yet?!" Ruffnut asked, shaking the blondes shoulder, this blonde in particular had not yet seen the 'legendary' streetdancer, therefore not exactly believing all the rumors that she had been told.

"No. You'll know when he's on," Astrid replied, smirking at the 'wonderous puppy' expression her friend held.

"I still don't get it. It's not that much of a deal, I mean … sure his music remixes are way too good, and he's way too flexible and thin … yeah, none of us measure up," Tuffnut sighed dramatically, snickering afterwards as the rest of them nodded in agreement, "There's no way anyone could miss him, he's so good, his talent literally oozes out from him!"

Astrid and Ruffnut pulled a face, before shaking their head and turning away from the twin to search the crowds.

Again, Astrid pulled a frown as her friend began to shake her shoulder once more, this time she looked over and gasped, "Yeah … that's him," she confirmed, taking in the hooded man's appearance.

The legendary street dancer who wore a black baggy hoodie and green camo pants. His shoes were black, but no one doubted that they were damn good for the dancer needed the grips at the bottom to stay good. Often times, the people would catch the glimpses of dark hair sticking out from under the hood or maybe even his green blue eyes, however the lighting while decent was never good enough to find out for sure.

He truly was a dark "Prince" through and through.

Everyone watched in awe as he made his way out to a relatively clear space, he cocked his head here and there before spreading his arms out, as if embracing all challenges before announcing in his deep voice …

"Who's ready to roll?"


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