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Walking in a winter wonderland was probably the biggest understatement of the year. Hiccup, the auburn haired, green eyed, skinny as a stick teenage boy walked through what he thought was a world of pure imagination, fantasy even, but yet it was all as real as day and night. From the snow covered tree tops to the iced over lakes and rivers, everything seemed so… well, magical.
Sooner or later though the boy did snap out of his daydream, and realised he was not fifty meters from something he dreaded more than being bullied. The place that he was bullied. School.
It stood there unnerving, uncaring, and worst of all, unmoving. It was completely hidden by the forest that had grown around it, but once you neared the clearing of the building, it stuck out like a wart. It was disgusting. The old building towered over its students like a giant. A sad, depressing giant that ripped everything Hiccup believed in away.
And what did the Viking decedent believe in? Imagination, fun and acceptance.
What did Deepdene High School believe in? Being strict, stay in line, and do not have fun. At all.. If they caught you drawing in your notebooks in school hours, detention. If they caught you daydreaming, detention. If they caught you laughing in class, detention.
Why does Hiccup go there? Because it was the only school where he lived. It's been the only one on Berk for more than anyone cared to remember, and the rules have stayed the same as well.

Hiccup sighed, rolled back his shoulders and pressed on towards the school with little more than a grim look in his eyes. The closer he came to the school, the more he realised people were crowding around something, or someone. It normally tended to be something though, maybe a dead bird, or cat. Hiccup contemplated whether he should near the crowd, or just go on his not so merry way. Hiccup held his breath and shook his head, cursing himself for wanting to find out what everyone was looking at. After all, he was a curious fellow. As Hiccup did near, not daring to push through the human wall, he stood on his toes and looked over the hoard of people to see it was actually a someone, rather than a something. The someone was a male. A boy about his age, seventeen, with white, feathery hair and piercing blue eyes. Everyone was finding him fascinating, well, not everyone if you included Hiccup.

Hiccup did watch the new kid for a while though. He seemed charming and witty, and Hiccup definitely knew he would be one of the 'popular' people. After all, if you get this many people crowding around you on the first day, you're kind of bound to end up in group of populars.
Hiccup sighed once more and turned away from the group of crowding kids, and as he walked away towards the gates of hell, which were actually the doors to inside of the school, someone called out his name.
"Hey Hiccup! You saw the new kid yet? Way cooler than you'll ever be"
Hiccup cringed, but kept on walking, not bothering to fight with anyone at the moment, especially if it would make a fool out of him in front of the new guy.
No one said anything afterwards, the deed was done. Yet another insult to add onto his ever growing list. The new kid was way cooler then he would ever be.
And the kid that called those words out? Well those words could have never rung truer.


Hiccup sat in class now. He had put his backpack in his locker and it was nearly already lunch. He just had to get through this period of school and he could go sit and be alone, like usual, but it was better than being stuck in maths class with twenty or so other students who picked on him. Hiccup pulled on his hair just to keep him awake, and to stop his incredible urge to draw in his notebook. The five minutes left of class felt like five hours, but finally, the bells did ring, and the class ran out like a pack of wolves, hungry and ready to devour, both sandwich and Hiccup a like. It took Hiccup a year or so to find the perfect hiding place, away from everyone, just so he could have an hour or so alone, besides in his own home, without anyone making him feel worthless and useless.
Hiccup was the last to leave the class, and the first to actually hand in the work.
"Thank you Hiccup" The teacher said in a monotone voice, her face as blank as a plain sheet of paper.

At least he got good grades.

When Hiccup neared his locker, to not surprisingly find it plastered with notes saying how he was a 'loser' or a 'dork', he sighed and opened it, grabbing out a tuna sandwich and placing his books in before closing it once more, not even bothering to rip off the signs declaring what apparently he was.
Hiccup walked as discreetly as he could towards his lunch spot, behind the school's bike shed. He passed the popular group, and as he did, he heard the familiar sounds of name calling at his expense. Stupidly enough, he made eye contact with who had shouted out the names, and he internally groaned as the bullies eyes opened wide, as if to say you dare look me in the eye.
"Who said you could look at me?" The tough boy asked, standing up menacingly.
Hiccup sighed a tired, worn out sigh and replied;
"No one Snoutlout"
"Hey only my friends call me that. And you are certainly not a friend" Snoutlout sneered, walking forward.
Hiccup looked over at the group, wondering if anyone was going to stop him, which of course no one did. No one ever does. He noticed the white haired boy sitting with them, but instead of not paying attention to what was about to happen to Hiccup, he actually… was.
"Look here tin foot, I'm going to pound your face in so hard that you'll-…"
Hiccup looked down at his foot and winced, knowing that a lot of his bullying came from having that stupid fake leg.
"That he'll what?" An unfamiliar voice spoke up.
Hiccup ripped his eyes away from his foot, to see the new boy talking, actually standing up for Hiccup.
"That he'll never be able to see again!" Snotlout finished triumphantly, clenching his hand into a fist, reading to punch Hiccup in the face.
Not that Hiccup wasn't used to it of course, he just would rather not being punched in the face on a weekly bases.
"Or you could just sit back down" The white haired boy suggested, his gaze bitter and icy, Hiccup even thought he could feel the coldness from it.
"Why?"
"Because wouldn't you rather save your fist for a later day when he actually does something besides look at you?"
Hiccup stared at the new kid in awe, not only because he was standing up for the scrawny kid, but also because he actually managed to stop Snoutlout from punching him.
"Fine Jack. Only because you're the new kid and I'm going to be nice on your first day"

Snotlout turned back to Hiccup, and Hiccup could feel the sickening warmth of his breath of Snotlout on his face.

"Just this once fish bone, next time, you won't be so lucky" He hissed, turning back to his group.
Hiccup stood there for a moment or two, and then started to walk towards where he normally sat; like he planned to about ten minutes ago before the whole punching him in the face thing came to be.
Hiccup this time though, again made eye contact with someone in the group, but, with the right person. With Jack.
Hiccup mouthed a 'thank you' before walking off, but didn't look away to not see Jack wink in reply.
"Maybe the new kid wasn't so bad after all"… Hiccup whispered to himself as he finally sat down behind the bike shed.
"Not so bad at all"