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Chapter One

Hiccup sipped his herbal tea as he answered his cell.

"Hello?"

"Hi. I'm Jack Frost; the guy who called about being your roommate?"

"Yes, I rememeber."

"Well… I'm lost. I'm sorry to interfere with your day, but I have no idea how to get around in Berk; it's all confusing."

Hiccup chuckled silently. "Don't worry, you'll find your way around soon enough. Where are you so I can pick you up?"

"Really? You'll pick me? Thanks! I'm at the café called The Zippleback? Odd name…"

"Hehe, yeah; I'll explain the history of Berk along the way. I'll be there shortly."

"Ok, thank you again."

"No problem."

And with that, Hiccup jumped into his truck to pick up his new roommate.

To say that Jack nervous is an understatement; his nerves were on fire as he waited around for his roommate. He was lucky that he found someone with extra space this late in summer; he got accepted into Berk Academy where he can learn about Norse history and the Viking Age in detail. The reason being is that his foster mom is descended from Vikings and her house is filled with Norse artifacts and it fascinated him to be surrounded with that history of burly men and women plunging villages and fighting dragons.

He saw a black 1990 Ford pickup truck pulled up in front of him. The driver got out and Jack did a quick look over. The driver was taller than him by three feet or so, his brown-auburn hair scraggly with two small braids behind his right ear—odd. His cloths were simple, just a pine-green shirt, rolled to the elbow and faded blue jeans, with black hiking boots. He held his hand.

"I'm Holden Haddock. I'm assuming you're Jack Frost?"

Jack nodded and shook his hand. "Yeah, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you as well. Welcome to the Island of Berk! It's not much, just a fishing and tourist town, sitting on a cliffy hunk of rock. I'll show you around, if you want." Jack nodded. Hiccup grinned and took Jack on a tour. He showed him the many gift shops and a few restaurants that made up downtown.

"Where do I buy clothes and such?"

"Ah, that will be up this hill, Crest Hill. The Viking Haul has everything you need: clothing, furniture, food, alcohol—if you drink—and anything you need. It's a one-stop place. To the left of Crest Hill is Valhalla Road, which leads to the Sanctuary, where you can pray to the Norse Gods. And to the left of that is Folkvang Graveyard. And the hill next to Crest Hill, called Hooligan Hill, is where you'll find the hunting and fishing gear store, Bucket's Game Shop. And next to that is Mulch's Garden, where you'll find all you need to tend and grow a garden. And that road that wraps around Crest Hill, leads to Meldew's house. I advise you stay away; he hates people. All that's left is Hairy Saloon, Dragon Tooth and Claw Veterinarian, Berk Hospital, and Gobber's Garage; all of those are a bit south of downtown. Oh, and across the gorge is Berk Academy. The rest of the buildings are houses. And that's that, the small Isle of Berk."

Jack nodded, taking note where each place was. "What do you Berkians do for fun?" Hiccup pointed towards to the woods. "Hike and camp mostly; if you have a boat, or know a friend who has one, then you can add fishing to the list. Besides those, there's not much. Alright, enough touring; time to show you the house."

Jack agreed and placed his suitcase and duffle bag into the bed of the truck and jumped inside the cab. He saw Holden starting to open the driver's door when he heard a name shouted.

"Hiccup!" Hiccup turned his head at his nickname, seeing Astrid jogging down the road. He smiled and opened his arms as the blonde girl leaped into his arms.

"Hey Astrid; a bit excited to see me, eh?" He gave her a knowing look. Astrid punched him. "Get your head out of the gutter. Besides, I just came back from Ireland; I missed you Fishbone." Hiccup laughed. "Fishbone? I assure you, Milady, I am no fishbone. See these? Are these the muscles of a fishbone?" He flexed his biceps, which made her laugh.

"Oh? Who's this?" Hiccup noticed her eyes wandered to Jack. "Astrid, meet my new roommate, Jack Frost. Jack, meet my best friend, Astrid Hofferson."

"Jack Frost, huh; a fitting name. Nice to meet you."

Jack nodded his head. "Nice to you meet as well Astrid."

Astrid nodded back and clapped Hiccup in the shoulder. "See you later Hiccup. Invite me when Frosty is settled in." And with that, Astrid lazily saluted and jogged off as Hiccup jumped into the truck.

"Hiccup? I thought your name was Holden." Hiccup nodded as he started his truck. "It is Holden. Hiccup is my nickname that stuck since I was little. I was born small, so I was smallest of all my friends. The name is given to the runt and since I was, I inherited it."

"Ah. Another question, why did Astrid call me Frosty?"

"Hehe, because she nicknamed you; everyone in this town has a nickname. Be glad yours normal; others aren't as lucky.

"Like you?"

Hiccup smirked at Jack's playful comment. "No. There are others who are worse."

After a few minutes, Hiccup pulled up to his house and parked. "Here we are; welcome to your new home."

Jack looked up at the house, though house was an understatement. To him, it was a small mansion, built from large pine trees. Windows adorn the second story as a strong, wooden door with Viking designs etched on it was the barrier to the inside.

"Keeping gawking and your jaw will fall off." Jack clamped his mouth, but still had the awe feeling. "This is your house? It's big!

Hiccup shrugged. "Yeah it is, and it's not mine; it's my dad's. He's the Chief of Berk." Jack gave him a quizzical look. "Chief?" Hiccup nodded. "Yeah. Mayor is the proper word, but us Vikings like to keep tradition, so it's Chief. Let me show you in."

Hiccup easily opened the door and opened to a cozy home. A small hearth was built in the middle of the large room, with fluffy huge pillows surrounding it. To the left hung a fifty inch TV with two small sofas set diagonally from it. To the right was a long table, a few dishes scattered on top; the kitchen was in the back. In the center-back was a closed door and stairs to the left of it, leading up to the second floor.

"As you can see, the first floor is pretty much self-explained. That door at the back is my dad's office and bedroom, so don't enter there. Now I'll you show the second floor." Jack nodded and followed him.

As they reached the second landing, Jack saw another large room with more fluffy pillows, this time piled into front of a fireplace, with another fifty inch TV hanging on the wall and games and consoles laid beneath it. A short round table sat in the middle of the room. On the right and left side of the walls were two doors.

"This is basically the entrainment room. The two doors on the left are my room and the bathroom. The ones on the right are the guestrooms; you can choose one." Jack opened the door across from the bathroom, peeking inside. The room looked alright, with a bed, nightstand, dresser, closet, and a window looking out, but it didn't settle with him. He went to the next guestroom and instantly like it. It had the same furniture as the first room, but Jack felt better here—and he couldn't argue with the view of the ocean. He quickly dumped his duffle bag on the floor and jumped on the bed, landing on his stomach and a happy sigh exhaled from his lips. He heard Hiccup chuckled.

"While you're getting settled in, I'll call my friends to come hang out and meet you; no doubt that Astrid has told them."

"Alright."

Once Hiccup left, Jack stood up and started unpacking the items he brought: storing his clothing in either the dresser or the closet, set a few pictures from home on his nightstand, laid his pillow and blanket on the bed, and stuff the rest of the duffle into the closet—he'll unpack the rest later. Laying the bed and plugging in his earbuds, Jack took a light nap.

Jack stood by Hiccup as the brown-auburn male introduced the small group in front of him. He started with the twins, Rebecca and Thomas Thorston—also known as Ruffnut and Tuffnut. Both had the same long face with pale-blue eyes. They also have the same length of dirty-blonde hair, though Tuffnut's was matted in dreadlocks and Ruffnut's was woven into one long braid. Next was a stocky guy, his black hair short and spikey, with signs of facial hair and cocky-looking blue eyes. Hiccup named him Sherman Jorgenson; nickname, Snotlout—Jack had a hard time holding in his snicker. He turned his focus to the next male, a plump, short blond hair, a small chuck of braided. His faced showed facial hair and his green eyes showed kindness. Fletcher Ingerman was his name, with Fishlegs being his nickname—Jack also had a difficult time not chuckling at that name too. He already met Astrid, her last name being Hofferson, though he got a better look at her. Her blonde hair was braided to the side as her sky-blue eyes seemed to challenge him—something he looked forward to. She too has a nickname, but was rarely called by it, for fear of the wrath she delivers onto the poor soul who speaks it. Hiccup whispered quietly to him, "It's Axegirl, for reasons you'll find out if you dare call her that." And Jack definitely would dare to do it.

The group spent the afternoon playing games and getting to know Jack well. After saying goodbyes and promises to hangout sometime, Hiccup turned to Jack and grinned. "So Frosty, you gonna like staying in Berk." Jack grinned. "Oh hell yes."