A/N – This is my first time ever writing a real Fanfic. Please let me know if anything is wrong as this is not a beta'd story. This is also going to be much shorter than other chapters, due to it being a introduction.
Hiccup had always been a restless sleeper. He wasn't sure what it was, but ever since he was young he usually woke up several times randomly during the night. Because of this happening, Hiccup had found late night or early morning nights to be a relaxing cure (along with several afternoon naps). Tonight (well technically this morning) happened to be one of those nights. Hiccup had been up since around two o'clock tossing and turning in bed.
He kept telling himself 'Now Hiccup, now is not the time for this to happen. You're going to go back to sleep and be up bright and early for the first day of high school tomorrow. 'Despite his meaningful pep talk to himself, the young boy stayed wide awake watching the clock tick tock by ever minute and hour.
When the little red numbers on the alarm clock hit somewhere around three o' five, Hiccup let out an exasperated groan and sat up in bed, anxiously rubbing down his dreadful bed head that could easily win in a battle against the Mad Hatter's hair. He might as well take a short walk while he was up, it was obvious his body and mind wasn't going to let up anytime soon. Hiccup's room was bathed in a semi dark sheet of shadows, but because he had been awake for awhile his eyes had easily adjusted to it.
To make sure the mattress didn't make any squeaky noises and wake anybody below him up. He carefully stepped onto the cool hardwood floor, carefully took a few plotted steps and tripped over his dragon bed sheets that had pooled around him in the process of getting up. He landed with a loud thud, the hardwood floor probably leaving several bruises anywhere on his body that took the impact of the unexpected fall.
After several minutes of self embarrassment, Hiccup managed to get out from the tangle of his sheets and make his way over to the dresser across his room. On his way over, he managed to flip on his bedside lamp, causing him to blink and squint into the light. At his dresser, he stopped and looked into the built in mirror with a frown. There just seemed to be so much to hate about his body. The stupid freckles, the too skinny figure, and the unruly mop of hair he couldn't ever keep completely straight. Even his little tiny boy nipples seemed to be something he wished was different. Quickly becoming too self conscious with his image, he wrapped his freckly arms around himself and walked away to find some warm clothes.
About ten minutes later, Hiccup had decided on a small but warm green sweater, a brown beanie, some faded jeans and some dark brown tennis shoes. He carefully looked around, making sure there wasn't anything he was missing. He saw his phone and grabbed it, 'I mean you never know when you might have to call a friend at 3:30 in the morning. 'he said sarcastically to himself. Checking the battery power of the phone (even though he knew it was at full charge), he tossed his phone into the pocket of his jeans and walked over to his window, quietly opening it and slipping out. The air was brisk and Hiccup shivered, glad he had decided on the sweater he was wearing. He quickly climbed down the small overhang of the porch and out onto the moonlit sidewalk.