A/N

Hiccup is the main character's nickname. While his friends call him that, some (like his mother) call him by his proper name "George", which is my attempt to portray those that do as strict, conformist and traditional who only sees a single side to him. But interpret it any you want. Oh yeah, as I'm new to this whole thing, can you please review and tell me how I'm doing?

P.S. The second paragraph is set before he got his nickname, how he got it will be revealed in later chapters.

Chapter 1 – And so it begins…

Jack had no past. He just knew that on one chilly spring night, the Moon cast its warm glow in a meadow, melting the snow on top. The icy interior was exposed to the fresh air and revealed a body. Gingerly the moon's magic touch of light crept up and shone onto his face, awakening him from his slumber. He opened his eyes for the first time, and saw the moon smile kindly upon him, restoring peace and comfort to his confused mind. As he blinked, the moon's kindly features gradually faded into nothingness. But before the pearly orb disappeared entirely, a sound was uttered into his mind - "Jack Frost".

Jack stood up and looked around. The hour was late and the stars winked at him from places far, far away, but among the murky darkness of night a speckle of light beckoned. He tried to stand up, but like a new born babe he was foreign to the ways of the world and stumbled, grabbing a tree branch for support. Breaking it off, the spirit used it as his support, and instinctively began to make his long journey towards the glow.

Swish! A snowball sailed through an open window and landed right next to a bed.

"Come on George, it's a snow day! Come out and play!"

Hiccup looked up from his book and out of the window. A group of kids were assembled outside his door, anxious to go.

"Sorry mate, my mum says I can't. I'll come out next time."

"Awww, you're no fun. Ever since you've moved here you've never been allowed out. How many times have you said no again?"

"Look, guys… I'm sure it's fun, but I... I… need to finish painting my models."

"Cool! We'll come by later then, yeah?"

The kids went off, but not before another snowball launched itself playfully right at Hiccup's face.

Hiccup giggled. "Oi, stop it, it's not funny!"

There was no one outside, just Hiccup alone, talking to the winter air.

(Hushed gossip) "The teachers call him George, but he goes by Hiccup I've heard"

"The guy's a loner, he just knows how to study. The only time he talked in class was to answer the teacher's question."

"He's easy picking. You're a bit of a rough nut Alice, why don't you go over there and "introduce" us?" (Sniggers)

The blond's posse trooped towards the tables at the back of the cafeteria.

"Hey nerd, whatcha reading today, How to be a loser?"

Hiccup's face was knocked forward. A girl a full head taller than him pushed down on his shoulder. His book fell down, and Hiccup's head rose up in fear, as if he knew what was going to happen.

"I'm… I'm… new. I don't know anybody in here."

"Well you're not doing a very good job. Try looking up from your book once in a while, you might a least become somebody. Right now, if you keep on staying quiet as a mouse, you'll remain a teeny, tiny, worthless hiccup."

The crowd left, their jeers and laughter trailing behind. Hiccup adjusted his glasses and turned around. And immediately regretted it.

This was worse than any bullying he experienced or being scolded by his mother - his sister was with them, giggling the loudest of the bunch.

Light, puffy snow covered the sleepy town like sugar frosting, as it does every year. In the darkness, a bespectacled boy sat lonely on the steps of his new home, staring at his mother moving boxes out of the car. Thick auburn bangs swept down and across his forehead, obscuring his eyes but not enough to conceal his resentment.

This was all too familiar, and all too soon. He was going to have to change schools yet again, get used to the neighbourhood and (GASP) meet new people! This was never easy. Sighing, he propped himself up wearily and slung his backpack over his shoulder, heading into what he now called "home".

What struck him once he was inside the house was its generous space and big, gaping ceilings. It had carpeted floors, warm lighting and plush cushions complete with ottomans. Clearly someone had made an effort to make them feel welcome. However, no amount of comfy sofas and folded bed sheets could fill the space with warmth. It was just a place to stay, a stopping point until the next time. "Home is where the heart is", but when your whole life's been spent a-wandering, it kind of screws with your internal GPS. Oh well, at least his dad's job provided decent accommodation.

"George, we're going to the city to meet Stoick tomorrow for lunch, so get some sleep."

Hiccup mumbled a reply and trudged off. Spotting the first doorway to a room, Hiccup went through and claimed it as his own. Too tired to undress, he collapsed onto his bed and drifted off to sleep.

One final step and the box landed with a resounding thump, signalling the end to her labour. Behind it was a woman, resting her exhausted frame against the mountain of cardboard. Brown tape and fragile signs were lying in wait, just desperate for her to rip them open. Val looked forward to it. She was a creature of habit and control, and she needed to unpack, settle in, adapt because that's what she does best – keep her eyes on the ball, always climbing upwards, working to improve what they have, be it money or grades or a better job. She has moved so many times that this has become second-nature to her, packing all their belongings into a specific number of boxes, stacking them numerically into the car, driving off… Val keeps records on all of their stuff down to the individual compartments of the boxes, so unloading and organising their new home will be done faster than you can say "Thor's Hammer".

But that can wait. She needed George to feel comfortable in this new environment, even though there's no reason why he shouldn't adjust quickly, having moved around his whole life. Then he had work to do, school to catch up, grades to achieve…. tomorrow she'll start making plans for him.

Freeing her dark blond locks from a hairband, Val took her laptop out and continued slaving away with her work.

Next time on The Awakening: Hotel drama. Some family history. Valhallarama's character development.

This is an update from the first one. Thought I could include more backstory with Hiccup's childhood. Is it enough for you to feel Hiccup's pain, and lonliness, and anger? If not wait up, cuz there's more to come!