Past.
Hiccup's family never talked about it. It's the only thing they never brought up. He had tried and tried to sneak into his fathers study, but no avail. His Father, Stoick, watched him like a hawk. The only way Hiccup could get away from his fathers gaze is when he dreamed. He loved it. Hiccup could be whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted. Sometimes he dreams of being a famous inventor. Building magnificent and amazing things the likes of no one has ever seen before.
But only very rarely...
...Hiccup would dream of his mother.
Hiccup never knew his mother, because she had died when he was still a baby in the cradle. But often fragments of her come to mind. Her brown hair, eyes of forest green and the sweetest of voices.
"I miss you."
Moving everything into the house had been a challenge. Stoick owned so many things. He was a hoarder, he wanted everyone to see what he had accomplished. Trophies, Certificates, Diplomas, etc. But his son was never interested in that.
"You have to be kidding me, Dad. Halfway through holidays and we're STILL moving the furniture" said Hiccup, in a very annoyed manner. His father had had enough of his obnixious whining. "WELL THEN WHY DON'T YOU JUST LET ME TAKE CARE OF IT!" bellowed Stoick. Frustrated, he picked up a massive cupboard, and went into the house, grumbling as per normal. Hiccup sat on the edge of the movers truck, and looked at his toes.
Hiccup Haddock was a skinny lad, not good at sport, a good artist, always wearing green, and a bit of a daydreamer. Well, by a bit, I mean most of the time. Back at his old house, Hiccup used to lie down under his favourite tree and stare at the sky. With a confused and angered look on his face, Hiccup got off the side of the truck, and began exploring this new house. It wasn't the house that was of most interest, it was actually the land.
It was full of trees. Almost 20 acres of forest. Hiccup felt a smile crack on his face. "Now I have something to do!" Hiccup got his brown bag, got his sketchbook. Then he slung his bag around his back and, laughing, he ran into the forest.
-After weeks of mapping his land, Hiccup had discovered ways to get to places faster, and avoid people. Like his cousin, Snotlout.-
Spending the rest of the holidays marking half of the forest I own, it has come to my attention that school is near. So...very...near.
School is one of the best and worst things anyone can go through, I mean, there's good things and then there's bad things, and the bad things happen to stick to me like glue. Especially when other people are around. As far as I know (Well, according to Snotlout), most of the pupils at Berk High school ditch at lunch and go to the fanciest place in town (besides my Dad's house) which we call "The dump". It may sound bad, but I assure you that its one of the fanciest places around here. Besides the disgustingly revolting fish stew, and a body odoury type smell, it's a pretty decent place compared to any other place in town.
I'm not calling my home a bad place, not bad...I guess you could say...special...?
Anyways, Why they called the town restaurant a dump, I dunno. But I've always wanted to go there with people in it.
The restaurant owner Gobber usually lets me in after closing time to have a snack while I'm walking home. The students that ditch school never EVER let me in. I know, You're thinking: "Why the heck would you trust a guy like that?!" I don't know how or when this crippled, old stone toothed sack of beans became my Dad's friend, but he's been mine for as long as I can remember.
This is my second year of high school.. Wow...I can't believe I even survived last year. All my friends wouldn't talk to me anymore, and my bullies just became stronger (and taller...waaay taller...). Its like everyone that hates me took steroids or something.
I wonder how this year will go...
"I'm off to work now son. I'll be back next Sunday...probably."
Stoick got his suitcase and headed towards the door. "and I'll be here...maybe." Hiccup said. The door slammed right next to Hiccup hurting his ears. "Doesn't he know that I have a life outside of the house as well?" Hiccup grabbed the doorknob and tried to open the door. It wouldn't budge. "Huh?" Hiccup scanned the side of the door with his forest green eyes to reveal that his Father, Stoick had slammed the door so many times, it got stuck. He could see little cracks along the side of the door.
"I'm going to have to tell Gobber. Now...to find a way out...better check the time thoug-DAMMIT!" It was 9:00. The bell would have already rung! DAMN! *Ahh! What do I do...What do I say? what do I-Snotlout?* Hiccup saw Snotlout running around like a wild boar outside his house. *What was he doing? Is he-Wait, this is my opportunity!*
"Snotlout! Hey! Snotlout!" Hiccup yelled. Snotlout snickered in return. He knew he could hear him. "WHADDAYA DOIN IN THERE HICCUP?! PLAYING FAIRYS? YOU BABY! AHAHAHAAHAH!" The twins were behind him. They were new recruits of his gang of-well, three. "Oh, is this Hiccup's house? would've thought it as a sewer, hey sis?" "Hehe Yeah, Its like our house, a sewer." What? you know nothing of architecekektualary design-uh-Imagery! "you made that word up, didn't you?" "Oh yeah?" Ruffnut and Tuffnut started fighting.
They're twins. Ruffnut's the girl and Tuffnut is the boy. I think.
Snotlout groaned "AW COME ON! YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN IN THIS GANG FOR ONLY LIKE A WEEK AND-" Snotlout was interrupted by Tuffnut saying: "A week is seven days, and we've been in your club, gang, tribe of three people-whatever for about-" "SHUT UP!" Snotlout retorted. "Here, grab these." Snotlout held out cans of spray paint.
"Oh no..." My cousin and his 'gang' are about to spray paint my house...I need evidence.
"C'mon, C'mon, C'mon!"
KABLAM! The door flinged open. Hiccup hid behind his door on the top of the stairs.
"Come out, come out wherever you are! I'm going to murder you!" said Snotlout. Snotlout's favourite pastime was in some way bullying or teasing his cousin Hiccup.
"UUuuh Snotlout, It doesn't look like He's here."
"Oh I know he's here Tuff."
"You know? So you have superpowers?"
"What? No! Why would I have superpowers?!"
"Oh, Okay...Magic powers then?"
"COULD YOU PLEASE STOP TALKING?!" Screamed Snotlout. Tuffnut immediately stopped talking. "Don't worry, you guys, No one will catch us. Hehehhe..." Then Snotlout threw something into the room and ran out the door.
Hiccup couldn't be more afraid. Snotlout had jut planted a spray paint bomb (which was a small bomb with spray paint unsafely sticky-taped on it. In this case, twelve different cans!
What a great end to the holidays.
Three. Two. One.
8.30pm, Sunday night.
Wow...so...all I can really say is that a lot has happened over the week. And Mondays are tough.
I missed the first day of school due to cleaning the house of all the paint, which was why I had a pain in my back.
Thank goodness Dads on a business trip.
So when I finally got to school the next day, I had missed orientation. which meant I had to ask people to show me to places. Eh...I'm not a very "social" person. So that didn't go down well.
What DID (mostly) go well the other day was when I got shown around the school (after people knew I existed, of course) I was shown around by a girl. Not a bad day for a fifteen year old such as myself.
Now, I know i had only moved here a while ago but for some reason she just looked... *I recommend you turn the music on here*
...familiar.
And beautiful..really...really beautiful.
Wow...jeez. Anyway, I did a couple sketches of what she looked like...well, maybe not a couple. I'm thinking of putting it through her locker and seeing if she likes it...
But I'm definitely not gonna tell her its me. OH! I should think of a cool nickname! Something she'll really like!
Uh...Vesper? Nope.
Ajax? Ugh...sounds like I'm eating a chainsaw.
Cloud? Nah, too Final Fantasy.
Storm? Fly... Stormfly? Huh. Stormfly it is then.
Wait...how will I know If she likes it or not? Better leave a message...in different handwriting, of course. Hmmm...
That ought to work.
Hiccup slumped back in his swivel chair after what seemed like hours of working on a picture of Astrid.
He didn't know what drove him to draw this girl, he hardly even SPOKE to her when she was showing him around the school. In fine handwriting, with his favorite dark green calligraphic pen, he wrote:
The sketch was marvelous. Drawn with entirely black and white charcoal pencils, it seemed almost alive. It was a portrait of her face, being cut off at her neck. Hiccup had thought to giver her a side-braid, the idea suddenly popping into his head during sketching out the main face. The whole image was black and white, although he used blue pencil to highlight her sky blue eyes and her cheeks, that was all.
"Man, I hope she likes it." yawned Hiccup. He was kind of proud of himself to be actually doing this. Normally, he would have just observed the girl he liked and just said nothing, but new, manly, 15 year old Hiccup decided enough was enough, and he had to make a move. Slowly packing all his things up, he went to go wash his charcoal-stained hands, and get ready for the sleep that was calling him.