Hello all, so I got stuck in a loop of ideas and can't stop thinking again. I mean it's near torture not writing each story, but I'm only one guy. Because of this I've decided to try writing others alongside TiR (besides Shifted Positions because I currently don't have the feel for that right now, sorry, writing TiR took most of it, I'll get back to it soon, but it might be a bit, very sorry, I'm however trying, please forgive me)

I really hope you guys get that, like where some of your ideas annoy the hell out of you for not being done.

So now that's out of the way, let me explain the idea. I'll be honest, this idea was originally inspired mostly from P-Artsypants' "The Vikings Have Their Tea" chapter nineteen, the music video Hiccstrid story somehow sparked this...yeah, my mind is odd, don't ask how or why, and you'll probably learn that more as I write, but here we go: The idea is a modern AU where Hiccup and the teens become a rock band, they will start in High School. This is going to be a story of progress, and at some point Hiccstrid, uh...oh and the dragons are all animals, and in this case Toothless is a Greater Spotted Eagle and Hiccup is also a bit into Falconry (this was inspired by another idea I came up with, but I felt it fits well here too). Now, have I missed anything...Oh right, disclaimers:

I own H-wait that's wrong, I mean I don't own HTTYD, so don't sue me. (or do, what does it matter to me...other than losing a few thousands bucks, but that's not much...right?)

Update: Usually I don't do this, but because of the many fixed mistakes I felt I should note them, a good friend of mine helped me kill those little bugs, everyone say thanks to Will.

Update 2: I know, I don't usually do this, but I found that the prosthetic was cheap and underused in its current state so I removed it (for now :D)

Anyway let's begin:

Prologue

The seventeen year old sat at the edge of his room, his door to his right, window on the left, his bed just behind. The sun was waving in, making the room more golden than usual. He, Hiccup, was leaning over a desk on a black swivel chair with a pencil, number two, in his hand, writing down under his hunched head, leaning into the desk. His best friend watching over his shoulder, on the perch in the window. Hiccup never minded.

"Ugh, should I do 'forget the pain'?" the boy thought out loud, the greater spotted eagle softly cawed. "Really? You think so." It looked back at him to prove its point. "Well alright then." And the boy wrote it. "What would I do without ya bud." As he scratched its head. It cawed back. "Yeah, probably."

He noticed the setting sun and decided it be a good time to stop. "I suppose it's getting a bit late, maybe I should practice a bit before it gets any later." The eagle looked back at the sun then seemed to shrug in indifferently as Hiccup went over to the black Epiphone guitar, with black and blue lightning on the strips. His father had given it to him four years ago as a Christmas present, and he couldn't stop playing it except for falconry with his best friend.

He picked it up and pulled the strap over his head, taking the dark blue pick out of the top of the strings. Turning the amp on and making sure it was low, he plugged the cord into the guitar and checked the tuning, but he was satisfied it would stay in tune for the week, so he started messing around on it, not bothering with anything specific, just having fun. His friend was mostly indifferent, not often being interested. Later on Hiccup practiced on his exercises; bends, finger dexterity, trying to keep his hand in tip top shape.

After messing around for three hours, finally feeling tired and hungry, looking at his clock by the window, next to the eagle, which read ten twenty. "I guess I'll be done for the night, huh bud?" And the bird of prey merely cawed absently, bored and wanting a snack. "Yeah, good idea." To which the bird then flew out the window, searching for some prey.

Hiccup went downstairs and into his fridge, and pulled out a few pieces of celery. He took a chomp at them and walked over to the couch, turning on the television to the news. Nothing of much interest, the usual random Middle East operation or somebody getting maimed in an accident, he turned it to the Music Choice Rock channel, finding nothing else satisfying, and just listened to it alone for the day, recalling two years ago, when he lost any good status he had at school, with most of his peers anyway. The most he actually remembered was being in chemistry, knocking over a bottle of some weak acid, feeling extra clumsy that day, and then the fumes knocked him out. When he came around, it was half a day later, he was in hospital, and he learned a small, but highly embarrassing, part of his clothes were eaten when medical help actually did arrive. Those thoughts were derailed as a knock came at the door.

He looked up and then walked to the door, and when he opened it, he found his father and walked back to his couch. "Don't you have your key?" He asked.

"I left the new one here...I really need to get a new lock." He told his son, with his dark red beard and short cut hair. "That one sticks way too much."

"Same thing nearly happened with my key today." He told him. "It broke when I tried to take it out" That reminded him to search for the other key in the closet next to the stairs. "Hey dad, where's the other spare?" He called after a minute in the closet. "It's not in the usual place."

"Over on the table." He told his son, Linkin Park playing in the background as he reheated the rice in the fridge.

"Why?" As he cleaned up the closet he was still in, hitting his right shin and hissing in pain.

"That's why." His broad dad responded.

"We seriously need to organize this closet better, it's a hornets nest in here." As he picked up the small vacuum cleaner he hit his leg on, stuffing it on the shelf nearby.

"I'll get to it tonight." Stoick told his son. "Did you get your homework done?"

"Cause I get so much" as he walked out of the closet, his dad looked at him suspiciously. "Yes." he gave a uncaring sigh, and then hear scratch at the door. Hiccup went over, opened the door to find his eagle waiting in the door.

"I'm not gonna be back until midnight tomorrow, anything you need before I go?" Stoick asked as he sat down on the kitchen table, devouring the rice sloppily.

"Nah, I've got most of the week covered." He said letting the bird fly in to one of his perches. Then sitting on the couch.

Then the silence, beside the music from the tv, started, neither deciding to speak further, creating a slight tension in the air. "So...anything good happen at school today?" Stoick finally broke the ice after a minute.

"Other than someone getting busted for coke, no." As his best friend moved beside his seat below the couch. Then the silence, now more awkward, continued.

The silence went on with the music for another thirty minutes before Hiccup decided he was done and turned the television off. "I think we're should uh...go to bed, night." As he started toward the stairs before the eagle flew over to the stairs before jumping up the rest of the way.

"Night" As Stoick then started cleaning his plate.

Hiccup woke up in the morning to a buzzing by his bedside, his usual alarm clock beating in his head. He looked over to see it say six twenty and he slowly lifted from his pillow on his bed, shifting his sheets off of him. He lifted both his legs over his bed preparing to get up.

As he lifted off his bed, he walked to his closet in the corner of his room, found a suitable green t-shirt and black jeans and finally shut off the clock. He opened his window, then proceeded to open his door, and looked back over at his eagle, who finally decided to wake from his perch. "Seeya bud, and don't piss off the neighbors today, please." He said and then left the room, moving down the stairs as if he had both legs.

He picked out two slices of bread and put them in the toaster and then went to the fridge, picked out a red apple, and cut it with the knife and cutting board next to the toaster. He proceeded to pick out a paper plate from the cabinet, tilting the apple slices onto the plate, and went to retrieve the butter just before the toaster sounded off. He went back to the toast, slather some of the stick onto it using the cutting knife, then put the two slices on the plate, then went to the freezer, took a box of bacon out, and prepared a few slices for the microwave. As he placed them in, he punched in for it to cook for two minutes while he sat down to eat his toast and apple slices. After he finished all the slices, the microwave proclaimed the finished bacon slices, and Hiccup gathered the slices on the plate.

He then ate the toast and bacon, then went back upstairs to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, used the mouthwash and floss, then washed his face thoroughly before he went back down the stairs.

He packed all his books left on the table beside the closet, into his bag, looked over, saw it was seven ten and left the house. He walked down to the sidewalk, turned right and went up the street to get to school, finding the bland brick building after just fifteen minutes in the walk.

It had a steel double front door, no fencing, and multiple floors lined with windows. Some windows looked rather torn, and the doors were worn as well. This school had been around for a long time and it showed, no amount of refurbishing polish could strip the haunting age of the structure. Hiccup was always apprehensive about his days spent here, or just distressed by it, his experience here was never was a great one. He opened the door alongside a few teens, seeing very few because he was fifteen minutes early. He prefered it that way, it was easier to avoid the crowd.

He decided he should get to homeroom, second floor, hall five, room three. He thought about how Raven Point seemed to hate the freshman, the floors occasionally merged throughout making it, everything harder to tell. Hiccup however had memorized the entire school within his first month, and always memorized his schedule within a week, he always had great recall, and found little point in things like flashcards, as he never truly needed them. Directions were always easy for him, and that train of thought stopped when he sat down in one of his homeroom's chairs.

He decided now would be a good time to listen to his MP3, it was one of the few times. He plugged his earbuds in and switched it to play Avenged Sevenfold on low. He slouched down in his chair, trying to be unseen in his jacket. He waited there while people filed into the homeroom, including the room supervisor, to which the bell rung at seven forty and anyone who wasn't there was to be marked late, but Hiccup was rarely marked even if he was.

He was still sitting in the same chair, but now he had the player paused until he heard his name called, when he simply raised his hand just above his head to be seen, and then he switched back to the MP3. He waited for the bell to sound and walked out to his locker nearby, opening to take a book on the top shelf and nothing else, he took off his sack, and replaced a chemistry book with a pre-calculus book, but then a bang sounded from the locker to his right, he looked to see his younger but painfully stronger cousin, Scott, leaning by his locker. "What do you want Snotlout?" Moving back to closing his backpack.

"Don't call me that, runt." He sneered back, preparing his fists with a crack. Another crack appeared in his smile, and he looked back to the group behind him, barely paying attention, before he checked for any immediate staff. Unfortunately for Hiccup, there was none.

"Where's my money Henry?" He said threateningly. He was looking forward to beating around Hiccup again for a minute, as he did at least once a week.

"I already payed you back, and I told you to stop using my name." He didn't bother looking back at Scott, already shoving the backpack on, preparing to get out of range of Snotlout. He knew where this was going, even if he did pay him.

"Alright, Hiiicccuup," He sang "Give me the interest you owe and I'll let you off easy." He told him softly, still prepping his knuckles for the beatdown. "Or should I just take off your half dead corpse."

"I don't have any on me anyway." As he reached the stairs to get to his first class before the bell rang. He was finally in sight of staff and could make it to class without getting attacked, if Snot actually cared about getting in trouble.

Eventually Hiccup made it to history class, escaping Scott's bullying, at least for the period. He hoped to miss a day of beatings from his vicious cousin. At least his teachers were kind, but while they suspected his plight, they couldn't do much for him. They however tried, but being the oldest punching bag for every jerk in the school is a hard role for the staff to strip.

He did have a friend however, he solely hanged with him, but Felix was his best human friend. He and Felix were both intelligent, but while Felix still searched academia for his purpose, Hiccup looked beyond his school career, and though he may not have found a specific one yet, he was still searching. Either way, he and Felix had a lot they could talk about in terms of music, they both liked rock and classical music, often a rare combo that they just found soothing and invigorating, and would occasionally discuss music. He however didn't see Felix in much more than lunch and math this year, so the times to talk were less often, he still hung out with him whenever they got the chance.

There was however one person in his history class, who had just entered, whom he had an eye on, having a crush on her since he was nine. Her name was Astrid, and he knew she was often dating someone or another, she rarely found a relationship lasting longer than a week, if she even bothered to pursue one, as she so rarely did. Hiccup knew her a bit, able to call her a distant friend, but they had known each other for a long time, as they were closer friends when they were younger. She then sat at her assigned seat right next to him.

"I saw Snot trying to beat you up again, why don't you ever tell anyone?" She asked him as he regained most of his composure just before class started. He had very little he could respond with.

"I'm the school punching bag, last I tried, I only received a beating for it" He told her. "There isn't much that could be done." He admonished, knowing his past attempts never worked out. "Besides, as long as I can get within range of somebody, no one bothers."

And then the loudspeaker sounded off a click followed by some a feedback ring before a call came out. "Sorry for the interruption, would Tony Thorston report to the principal's office, would Tony Thoooorston report to the principal's office, thank you" As Hiccup and Astrid stopped talking about his beatings. "What did those two do this time?" Hiccup voiced.

"I don't think they know about who did the graffiti thing yet, so maybe Tuff got caught trying to spike the water in the cafeteria?" She quietly admitted, also wondering what the worst trouble makers were doing. And then the bell rang, signaling the start of the class.

"So everyone get your World War Two Britain worksheets out." The teacher, Mr. Conway, asked of them.

So...yeah, somehow, this came around. I hope you readers liked it. So anyway, yeah, this was a prologue, so not much really happened, I hope I did it well, but...um...yeah.

Expect this story to be more grounded than my other two, and by the way, this is my first offical modern au, so thats nice.

Few more things: One, I tried to refine my structure a good bit, I'm not gonna do it with the other current active stories (cause I feel it wouldn't fit for those two), tell me if you like it. Two, this one will definitely have sporadic updates, but will be released alongside TiR and Shifted Positions, and for the first couple chapters, they might come quicker, I hope I don't leave TiR too far behind (cause I feel it being my first fanfic, even if it was unofficially adopted, is kind of my flagship story at the moment).

Anyway, now that's out of the brickin' way, if you liked it don't forget a fav and a follow would be nice, and whether I screwed up or created the best thing since sliced bread sticks, give me a review, they help a lot, and I want to improve.