I got this idea from many stories of modern Hiccup being abused by his father. Before I go on. The fathers identity has not been made clear. So it may or may no be Stoic. So, don't fret. Fair warning, there will be child abuse in the next chapter. I do NOT encourage that kind of behaviour. So please, don't think I enjoy child abuse. Also this does not mean I've stopped writing forgotton but not lost. I just haven't had the right inspiration to continue on what I have so far.

Merry Christmas? Yeah, that was something Hiccup hasn't said since the year his mother passed. Ever since that dreadful day, when Christmas comes around it's a not so merry time of year for him. You could say he's become a scrooge? Is that what you called people who don't care for the happiest time of year? He didn't care. His father certainly didn't. He was to busy drunk off his butt and knocked out on the couch. He didn't take his wife's death very well. In fact, Hiccup is fearful every day the man came home. Because he was usually drunk. And when he was drunk, he blamed Hiccup for his wife's death and would beat him. So much that at some occasions, Hiccup would loose consciousness and wake up the next morning.

Battered and bruised, he took care of his injuries and told not a living soul. He kept all his emotions bottled up and all his scars covered by long sleeves and pants. His only friend was an inanimate object. Writing his heart out in a lockable journal was his way of escape from this new hell of a life. He went from the crazy nerd at school, to the quiet drone that automatically did everything needed for school but never spoke, never smiled and never made eye contact. No one noticed, you see, because he was lonely since before his mother died. Sure people knew he was there. But they passed him off without a second glance, and the bully always targets the weakest ones. So naturally, at home wasn't the only place he got scars.

But that all changed one day.

His father never bothered to pay the bills, let alone remembered, normally coming home drunk. With access to his fathers bank account he has managed to keep the bills in check without getting caught. On a sunny monday morning Hiccup woke to the sound of his father smashing something. That was a usual thing to happen when he got angry. Whatever he was smashing must have not been working. Hiccup was just glad the attention wasn't on him at the beginning of this particular day. Sitting up in bed he double checked the calender. Yep. July fifteenth. His birthday. When he heard the front door bang shut, signaling the departure of his father, the boy stayed lying in bed for a good hour and a half. Finally Hiccup sprung from bed and rushed to get dressed. This was the day he loved. Yeah, it was just a regular day with a tag, but when it was his birthday the only presents he got came in the mail. Trudging down the dirt covered stairs he froze at the last step. His heart sank deep into his stomach and he felt sick. His father had destroyed the laptop. The only way Hiccup had access to the bills.

"No-no-no-no." He mumbled. Heart beating fast, he ran to the small table that was covered in filth and old meals as well as the destroyed device. He fumbled with the parts. What was he thinking, he wasn't a technician. He couldn't fix this! But if he didn't, the bills would go past date and they'd be in a big pile of trouble. Tears pricked at his eyes. If his dad got a letter in the mail saying the bills are overdue, not only would he be angry, but he would find out Hiccups been wasting his 'precious' money for something he thought was a stupid hoax, just so people higher in the academy could steal their money. Boy would he get a thrashing for that. Heart beating dangerously fast, Hiccup had no idea how to get a new computer. He couldn't ask his dad for obvious reasons and he didn't have his own money to go out and buy one.

thump

Hiccup jumped at the sudden sound of a rock crashing into the window, but not hard enough for the glass to break.

"Get out here, useless! It's monday beat down time!" It was Seth Gurgly otherwise known as 'Snotlout'. He gasped, clearly forgetting the swear Snotlout had made at the end of the school year to beat up every nerd on monday throughout the entire summer. Another rock hit the window. Hiccup looked around, desperate to find a good route of escape. The house was messy because no one has cleaned it in three years. The only times Hiccup was able to clean it was in the summer. And that had only started for him. For he had taught a few weeks of summer school at a different learning academy half an hour further then his school. Mind you, those were the only few weeks he had actually spoke since the start and end of his school year.

Pretty depressing. Isn't it.

He found his opening. A small closet blocked by black garbage bags, long since abandoned. He threw one out of the way and opened the closet. The boy nearly screamed when a family of mice scurried for another home. He shivered and made himself go in. Closing the door firmly, he was consumed in darkness. After five painstaking minutes he heard his front door bang open.

"Where are you, useless? I know you're in here!" Snotlout yelled, making sure he was loud enough in case the boy was hiding upstairs. "Look for him." The twins nicknamed 'Ruffnut and Tuffnut' were Snotlouts goons. They did his bidding and never protested. As long as there was beating and danger involved, they usually did as told with eager smiles. Hiccup shut his eyes tightly, even though it was already dark. He sat in udder silence for what felt like an eternity, when finally he heard Ruffnuts report.

"The house is dirty and empty, sir. No trace of Hiccup anywhere." As Hiccup held his breath, he prayed to Thor they wouldn't find him. His prayers must have been heard by loki and not Thor, because he felt something start crawling up his hand. He screamed.

"In there!" Soon Hiccup heard the bags being tossed away and the door was pulled open. All the while Hiccup was struggling to get the pest off his arm, but when he saw the twins he stopped. "Grab him. He'll regret trying to hide." The twins each grabbed an arm and practically dragged him out. The spider crawled further up Hiccups arm. Snotlout pinched it between finger and thumb, raising the now squirming insect. With an evil smirk, he squished it. Laughing he smudged it's guts on Hiccups forehead. The twins joined in with small giggles.

"No one gets away from Snotlout." Tuffnut began.

"You just get it worse if you try." Ruffnut finished. In the blink of an eye, Snotlouts fist made contact with Hiccups gut. With all his will, Hiccup held back screams of pain. A full half hour went by of unstoppable torture. Although, Snotlout had beaten up Phil, or otherwise known as 'Fishlegs' before hunting down Hiccup, so he wasn't as enthusiastic with his punches. So luckily, sooner more then later, he stopped abruptly.

"I'll finish this later, useless. And DON'T try to hide then." The poor bruised boy just crumbled to the ground as the two let go. He clenched his stomach as the pain surged. The laughing trio left the residents and he was left alone once more. Bright rays from the sun made their why into the house, not matching the boys now sorrowful mood. At length, he got to a stand and went to patch himself up.

Happy birthday to me.

He thought miserably.