AN: Heyyo! CarolinaWren123 Here! Sorry for the crappy name, I suck at those kinds of things. Unlike TheBansheeQueen, who is also a writer on here! In fact we worked together on this story! Go read her Fanfictions. Let's see...I rated it M because in later chapters things will start to get juicy, oops! XP This is my first fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy it!

"Hiccup!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Hiccup!"

Hiccup groaned and rubbed his head as his father banged on the door.

"Wake up! We need to go."

"Okay, okay, Dad! I'm coming." Hiccup lifted his head away from the pillow. He wiped away some of the saliva on his cheek. His hair was sticking up in the back. Hiccup jumped out of the bed and shuffled over to emerald studded mirror, looking into it. "Blech...I need to brush my teeth. I'll just have to do that tonight; I really don't have the time." He told himself. Hiccup grabbed the Fish bone brush and started to brush his brown hair down. The birds in the distance started chirping and Hiccup smiled softly. It pleased him to listen to the singing of those birds.

Hiccup slipped on a green long sleeved shirt and then on top of that he put on his favorite furry wool vest. His father said that it was fine, but Hiccup had to wear his brown cloak. Hiccup snapped the button around his neck and let the cloak hang down a little. He put on some new briefs and wore his loose pants. It was much more comfortable than those tight ones that he had to wear during special occasions. Hiccup heard loud footsteps coming up the stairs. He quickly put his socks on and his giant boots.

Stoick was in a half knock when Hiccup opened the door, quickly. "Okay, I'm here now!"

"That took you long enough!" Stoick bellowed out loudly, his beard bouncing ever so slightly. "Now hurry and go saddle up Toothless! We leave in a few minutes!"

Hiccup nodded obediently and sprinted down the castle halls, making his way to the stables. His metal leg clanked the whole way there. He remembered what his father had told him last night. Stoick said that they were going to visit a little village called Burgess. It was only a Thirty minute ride from the castle. Stoick had to visit Burgees to check on one of the knights that was guarding the village and making sure no one was getting to out of control.

Hiccup strapped Toothless up, cleaned his hooves, feed him, watered him, and then straddled the horse. He was a beautiful black stallion.

"Hiccup! Come on, let's go!" Stoick called out loudly.

Hiccup clicked his tongue and ordered Toothless to trot out. With a clip and a clop and even a clippity-clop, Toothless made his way with his father's horse.

It was a pretty boring ride. His father talked to him about the same thing, over, and over, and over again. Hiccup was so glad when they arrived at the village. Burgess was so excited to see the king and the prince. They had trumpets going and everything. The village was quite quaint and pretty dirty, so Hiccup decided not to get yelled by his father and stayed on his horse. If even the littlest bit of dirt got on his cloak, his father would be so mad.

"Now, son. Stay out of trouble, okay?" Stoick ordered. Hiccup nodded softly.

"Trust me, I will." With that, Stoick got off of his horse and started conversing with the guard.

Hiccup continued to ride Toothless through the streets. Most of the adults were watching Stoick, but most of the Teenage girls followed behind Hiccup. They didn't like Hiccup for who he was. They liked him because he had power. They could easily manipulate him, so Stoick told Hiccup not to talk to any of the poor girls because they would feint liking him.

After fifteen minutes of searching, Hiccup came upon an odd man. He had White-hair, and his skin would be pale, if he decided to take a bath. The man was in an alleyway. Hiccup clip-clopped down the alley. When the man looked up, Hiccup was taken completely by surprise. He had blue eyes, just like a Sapphire. They seemed to glow.

"Jackson, Jackson get up!"

The feel of small hands shaking him roused him from his slumber, blue eyes blinking open, landing on the woman that leaned over him. As soon as she saw that he was awake, the woman was on the move, walking over to a trunk by the end of the bed the boy slept on. Groggy with sleep, pale, dirty limbs stretched out, pink lips parting to give a noise of satisfaction when his joints popped just the way he liked.

From where she stood, rummaging in the trunk, the woman was speaking, but the young boy hadn't caught much of what she said. He caught a few words, 'royals' 'look nice' 'where are those pants?'

Clueless on what was going on, or what she was in such a rush about, he gave a small groan in the back of his throat. His bed still felt so warm, his eyelids begging for them to shut, and to drift back into the lovely world of sleep. And he almost did, almost laid his head back down onto the hard pillow, and rejoin the dream he'd been previously enjoying. But again, that woman had to end it abruptly, clothes being thrown onto the bed with an order to 'quickly, Jackson, get dressed.'

He watched her leave, before grumbling as he moved to slip out of bed. He could only guess there was some special occasion going on in the town of Burgess. But then, why would it matter to them? They were poor, they were dirty. They'd be passed over like last week's garbage.

Still, he slowly dressed. White long sleeved shirt, and tan pants.

Slipping out of his bedroom on bare feet, Jack could hear the woman already in the room across from his own, surely getting his younger sister dressed as well. With a smile, and shaking his head in sympathy, he crept down the hall, hoping to slip out before she could end up trying to put shoes on him. Or something else, probably something having to do with the reason he had to get up so early.

His body gave a shudder when he stepped outside of the house, feeling the chilly air as it blew past him. It seemed his mother wasn't the only one getting ready for whatever it was going on. There was a banner being strung up between buildings, and the shops were already open, setting out stalls with freshly baked bread. A glance up to the banner finally alerted him to what it was his mother had been in such a rush about, his head tilting to the side as his blue eyes scanned over what was written.

The royals from Berk were coming. Rolling his eyes, Jack stepped away, moving around villagers as he tried to get out of the way. It wasn't that he didn't like the royals; it was just that it felt like they came only to judge the people of Burgess. To see who was the poorest, to find something to laugh about when they returned to their fancy castle.

Jack wanted nothing to do with that.

"Whoa!" He laughed as he almost ran into a large boy, skidding around the big guy.

Before he could move far enough though, the boy he'd almost run into grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling Jack to a stop. Turning, his eyebrows rose in confusion, unsure why he'd been stopped. His eyes scanned over the man, who was much larger and had more muscle mass than probably three Jack's combined.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" The man questioned, still clutching onto the back of his shirt.

Trying to pull himself free, Jack saw two other guys stand up next to big beefy. They were about as equally large as the first guy. "Just uh…somewhere." Jack twisted, trying to pry himself free.

The big guy finally let him go, and Jack fell back onto his backside. Shuffling back, he pulled himself to his feet, but the three larger boys were already towering over him once again. He took a few more steps back, glancing over his shoulder to make sure he wouldn't run into anyone.

He didn't like the grins shot between the two guys who hadn't spoken, and then the one between the two was cracking his knuckles. Twirling quick on his feet, Jack was running now, trying to escape before the three boys could catch up to him. People yelled as he ran past, almost bumping into villagers or knocking over items being brought out. He'd apologize to them later though, right now, he just had to find a quick escape.

Diving into an alley way, Jack pressed himself flat against the wall. He tried to control his breathing, tried to listen past the hustle and bustle to find where those guys were. Panting, he slowly sunk down the wall until he could pull his knees to his chest.

Maybe…maybe he'd gotten away. His mother would scold him for dirtying up his clothes, but at least he wasn't coming home with a black eye or something else. Pressing his forehead against one of his knees, he let out a slow breath. His quick pulse was beginning to slow, his breaths less panted.

Then…then he heard the sound of something else, like horse hooves against the cobblestone. Looking up, his body froze when his eyes met a pair of unfamiliar green.

AN: Well, I hope you enjoyed this! I will be posting up the next chapter in maybe a few days! ^^ Until then, See ya!