Prologue.

Jack looked across the park, ignoring all the other rather loud children and instead focused his gaze on the small boy who'd followed him here. It was the fourth time this week the kid had trailed him and he was starting to get rather scared. He'd even considered telling his Mother. Then he realised that not only was the boy staring right back but making his way over. Jack panicked and rather than running away ducked behind a pole and squeezed his eyes shut. He'd managed to count all the way to seventeen before he heard a giggle. Then the owner of the rather cute sound tapped him on his shoulder.

He had two options here he decided, open his eyes and face the kid all the while praying he wasn't going to get stolen or run away screaming, face total humiliation and somehow convince his parents to up and move. So the first option was probably his only one. Slowly he opened his left eye, widening them both when he saw how small the boy actually was. He was tiny, everything about him was. His button nose, his ears and his grass green eyes.

'How old are you?' Jack exclaimed. He'd only seen the ginger from afar, if he'd known he was just a little boy he'd have just dismissed him.

'Seven.' The boy replied proudly. Jack gaped, okay there was no way the little squirt was seven. Jack himself was ten and almost reached his mum's nose. Though his mum was rather short.

'Really?' Jack asked in disbelief.

'Yeah, my birthday was last month. You're really pretty.' Jack stumbled a bit, face going red.

'Excuse me?'

'You're pretty. My mummy says that when you like the way someone looks, they're pretty.' Jack went even redder.

'Um, I think she was talking about, um, girls.' Jack stammered out. He glanced around the park again, looking for the closest way to escape.

'No, my mummy said someone, not girls silly. What's your name?' Oh, yeah.

'Jack. Look I have to go.' Jack made to move but one of the boys small hands moved to his chest and gave him a gentle push back.

'I'm Hiccup.' Hiccup declared pushing out his little chest.

'Hiccup?' Jack laughed. How stupid.

'Yeah, it's a viking name, my dad's a big viking.'

'Yeah and your a little one Hiccup. Hey, why don't we play on the swings?' Jack asked. Then Hiccup nodded So they played until Hiccups dad came to take him home. He really was a big viking. That wasn't the end for the two however, because they coninued to play in that park until one day they both stopped. Though no one ever figured out why. Then the house belonging to Jack went up for sale and the little viking lost his mind.