Take A Chance
Author; Nightstar Fury
Rated; M for Mature
Pairing; TallonXHector(ToothlessXHiccup)
Disclaimer; I do not own any of the HTTYD movies, or Dreamworks Dragons television series. I also don't own any of the songs I use. Everything belongs to it's original creator and artist! Enjoy the story! :)
(Author's Note; So, this is going to be another modern military like story with Toothless and Hiccup as the pairing and going to be different from Unintentional Hero. Idea came to me in a dream and since having said dream-I've been itching to write this story so I'm going to write it :p Below is a list of the characters since I'm using modern names. Some keep their original name because it works, others I've changed to ones people don't use ALL the time so deal with it-and some will be using their nicknames from time to time. Don't worry, once Unintentional Hero is complete, I will still write the next story idea that has the most votes on my poll which is on my author's page. That being said, below is the characters list so you know who is who and enjoy the story!)
Character List:
Hector Haddock as Hiccup Tallon Furysen as Toothless
Darius Haddock as Dagur Heather Haddock as Heather
Val Haddock as Valka Spencer Haddock as Stoick
Gabriel Borksan as Gobber Skylar Jorgenson as Snotlout
Simon Jorgenson as Spitelout May Jorgenson as Snotlout's Mother
Astrid Hofferson as Astrid Freddy Ingerman as Fishlegs
Trent Thorston as Tuffnut Reina Thorston as Ruffnut
Carmen Holt as Camicazi Thaxter Solborg as Thuggary
Evan Larsden as Eret Ryan Grimborn as Ryker
Viktor Grimborn as Viggo Drake Bludvist as Drago
Alex Holgerson as Alvin Sean Svendson as Savage
1; Opportunity.
-Hector's POV-
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I sleepily reached over and flipped the switch on my alarm to turn it off then I laid there a moment after rolling over onto my back and staring up at the ceiling with an arm over my forehead in an attempt to block out the light seeping in through the basement windows. After a minute or two, I tossed off the covers, slid my legs over the edge of the bed, put my feet on the floor, then finally sat got up while rubbing my eyes tiredly. I looked around my room, it was pretty big. I lived in the basement-by choice of course. My older brother lived in the room next to mine down here too, my parents figured it'd be more space for us. Upstairs were my parents' room and my younger sister. Funny thing about my brother and sister-they are actually my cousins but adopted as my siblings. My mother's brother was a single father having lost his wife in childbirth to their daughter: his name was Oswald Burgston. But he died in a car accident-apparently in the event of his death, his two kids would go to my mom and they were adopted as Haddocks.
Right-should probably tell you who I am. I'm Hector Haddock the Third-only biological son to Spencer and Val Haddock, my parents. My mother is a Veterinarian while my father is the mayor of Berk-the island we live on which is connected to the main island called Archipelago. There are actually a bunch of islands that are connected to the main one: Berserk, Outcast, Murderous, Visithug, Peaceable, Meathead, Bog Burglar, Lava Lout, Hysteria, Waterland, and of course where I live-Berk. In order to get to from one island to the next, you need to travel by plane. Each island has an airport to make this easier, you can also take a boat but it's a day trip if you do. Anyway-so when Uncle Oswald died, his son, Darius and daughter, Heather were adopted as Haddocks and are now my adopted siblings but biological cousins. Weird-I know but I didn't care. Oh, I have another cousin too, on my Dad's side. His name is Skylar Jorgenson-only son of my uncle Simon and aunt May. He's kind of a bully to me but I deal with it.
I'm seventeen years old, about in the middle of my Sophomore year of high school. In the Archipelago, you don't start pre-school until you've reached age six and had to be five by the time September 1st hit or you didn't start school that year. Stupid indeed but I don't make the rules. This basically meant that by the time you hit senior year-the student would generally by eighteen to nineteen years old. My birthday was February 12th, 1999. My 'brother', Darius is actually two years older than me but he stayed back twice so he's stuck in the tenth grade with his sister, Heather and myself. Darius's birthday falls in August, while Heather's lands in April. Skylar's ends up in December-so he's younger than me by ten months. All that aside, I'm a straight A student nothing under a ninety-five for my grades. The only reason my siblings have remotely close to good grades is because of me. Darius manages B's and C's while Heather stays about a B average. I don't help Skylar because he's a royal douche bag to me in and out of school.
I don't really have friends at school-I'm not hated by everyone but not liked either. There's a few people I get along with as acquaintances like Freddy Ingerman-he's a smart kid like me. Guess that's why we get picked on the most because we're considered nerdy losers. Picked on mainly by Skylar and his friend Trent Thorston-even my brother Darius picks on me in school but only to uphold some kind of reputation as a badass. At home he's decent to me. Heather while at school just kind of pretends I don't exist and only talks to me if she absolutely has to. At home, she's like Darius and decent to me but I'm almost sure it's because without me they'd both fail their classes and get grounded by Mom and Dad. Heather's friends are Astrid Hofferson, Carmen Holt, and Reina Thorston-who is Trent's twin sister. Did I mention my parents are always busy? We barely get to see Dad with his job as Mayor, and Mom is normally gone from 8am to 6pm everyday for her job. It is usually on us kids to do the chores and cooking since our parents don't have time, although I'm the one that does the cooking and cleaning in the house because the other two just don't feel like it. I don't mind I guess, I still manage to maintain by good grades and sleep about six hours a night-sometimes more or less.
Oh! Almost forgot-I do have one friend who is more of a unofficial uncle to me since he is my Dad's best friend. He also happens to be my teacher for the rest of high school. His name: Gabriel Borksan, also known as Gobber to me but in school I'm supposed to call him Mr. B or Mr. Borksan. He really doesn't care as long as the principal isn't around and I'm actually one of the only people allowed to call him Gobber. Dad and him go way back to their elementary school days, they ended up becoming friends because my father stood up for Gobber when he was getting bullied and then Gobber stood up for Dad. It's actually pretty funny: Darius to me is like how my uncle Oswald was to my Dad. Oswald picked on dad in school but was decent to him at home. Darius picks on my but is nice to me to an extent at home. I guess I can live with it but still that's only part of my life. Like I said-I get bullied a lot for being one of the smartest kids in school. Darius protects me sometimes when he reminds his friends that if I show up at home with bruises then he'll get blamed for not defending me so it keeps the bullies from physically hitting me in face at least. Grateful for that much.
"HECTOR! Your turn to shower!" my mother shouted for me from the top of the stairs. Showers in the house ran on a schedule and that started as early as 5am with Dad at the lead of the line-after him is was Mom, Heather, Darius, and finally me last around 7am. Yes it took almost two hours to get through five people showering. So I always set my alarm for 5:30am that way I'd have time to actually wake up a little-get my clothes, then take my shower before breakfast at 7:15am. Then I'd be driving my siblings to school for 7:30am when that day would start. I grabbed my clothes and a towel before heading up the stairs to the bathroom and taking my shower. I took showers last because I was the only one who didn't take forever in the bathroom. Long enough to pee, shower, dry off, and get dressed-I'd put deodorant on and my shoes when I got back to my room to get my backpack and school things.
(School: Berkian Academy)
Now the reason I was allowed to drive and not all three of us was because I was the only one who had a job to pay for the parking pass and my car insurance. It was in my parent's name but I gave them the money. I worked for the auto-shop doing easy fixes like tires, oil changes, AC charges, booking appointments, answering the phone-you get the picture. I made about $200 a week working about twenty hours or so. Darius always had sports and Heather didn't care much to have a job. Me on the other hand-I wanted to make money and somehow between school, chores, and working, my grades never suffered due to it all. See I went to school from 7:30am-2:30pm. Then I'd go to work from 3pm-7pm, once home I'd take a quick shower, cook something for dinner, clean up and by the time that was done it was around 9pm. I'd do homework until 11pm and any I didn't finish well, ten to one I was up with the alarm and while waiting to shower-I'd finish it then. I only had to take them to school-they either took the bus home or rode with a friend since I had work five nights a week, sometimes four and I always had at least two days off-one of which was always a Sunday.
Reaching the school-I parked in my spot and all of us got out, I locked the door when Darius and Heather were out as I sighed and made my way inside to get to first period which for me was World History, following that was Algebra, Health or Physical Education, Lunch, Science, then Language Arts and Reading. The Health or Phys Ed thing depended on which semester we were in. First Semester was Gym, second was Health. Currently for us it was February because my birthday just passed a week ago. I had classes with a lot of people I knew-like my sister, brother, Freddy, Skylar, Trent, Reina, Carmen, and Astrid. The way the school worked is that we were on a four year team-color coded. My team was the silver team with Gobber as our teacher for the the four years of high school. Guess the school thought it'd be easier to keep the students with one teacher for all four years then just each new grade make the material harder than the year before. It didn't matter to me-I did good in every class, didn't matter which one. We did move around classrooms but we all stayed together, the class of twenty-six students-myself included with one teacher. I never used my locker, a way to avoid bullies so I carried around my backpack and all my books all the time.
I reached the classroom to find myself as the first one there, the others would come soon since the bell would ring in two minutes to signal the warning at 7:28am, then the final bell at 7:30am to signal start of the school day. I plopped down in my seat and pulled out my homework and books before just relaxing there with my eyes closed. So began my long ass day-sure to promised of teasing, bullying, and a massive headache before I got home since I didn't have work tonight and it was a Monday-shocking to get two days off in a row. Guess my boss thought I needed a break since I told him how stressed I'd been-he was a good friend to me, always let me vent while we worked. His name was Anthony Kingers, one of the best mechanics on Berk because he worked fast and had super low prices on parts and labor. The bell rang and students began to file in, after two minutes-the second rang and the door shut with Gobber walking in to start today's lesson.
'Here we go...' I thought.
(Lunch Time)
Just as I said: bullying, teasing, and a headache that even the nurse's aspirins weren't fixing. I was on my way to lunch but had stopped in the nurse's office first to get something for my headache, it was right by the main office so it'd been on the way to the lunch room which was right across from the main office and the entrance to the school. I noticed though that there was an army recruiter at the school today-a table set up by the office with papers, pamphlets, and of course the recruiter talking to students who had an interest in possibly joining the military after high school. I ignored it to get to lunch-I was actually pretty hungry today since my breakfast only consisted of toast and two pieces of bacon with a small cup of apple juice. "Hector!" I heard my name be called as entered the lunchroom, I saw my brother waving to me to come over-I sighed and moved near his table.
"Yes, Darius?" I asked him.
"I need your help with this science crap, I forgot to do it last night..." Darius asked.
"You were busy talking to your girlfriend, weren't you?" I mentioned.
"Yeah...Please? Dad will kill me if I get detention again," Darius said pleadingly almost.
"Not doing it for you. I'll help...that's it," I told him: he nodded as he pulled over a chair for me and I said down to now eat my lunch and help my brother with his science homework. It only took about twenty of the sixty minutes we had from our lunch hour, after he put it away. I just ate my lunch quietly while trying to stay out of the conversation they rest of Darius's friends were having.
"So, you got work tonight little brother?" Darius asks curiously.
"No, I don't." I replied.
"Can Heather and I catch a ride with you then? Practice is canceled due to weather and we hate the bus," Darius looked towards me.
"Meet me at the car at 2:40 then," I sighed.
"You're the best, Hec," Darius put his arm around me and I guess hugged me.
"Dude, why ride with your dorky little brother? Just get your own car and drive yourself," came Skylar's voice.
"Parents won't let me have a car unless I can pay for it," Darius sighed.
"So why does Hiccup get his own?" Trent asked next.
"Because I actually work for a living and make my own money," I retorted crossing my arms over my chest.
"What do you do, deliver newspapers on a bike?" another of the guys laughed.
"None of your business," I mumbled, "And don't call me Hiccup, it isn't my name."
"Well you are a Hiccup in Viking ancestry cuz you're a whimpy little runt," Skylar chuckled.
"Will ya shut up, Skylar. Honestly-being around you makes me feel as stupid as you." I rolled my eyes. Skylar tried to throw his apple at me but I caught it with a grin almost and placed it down, "Might be a runt but I'm faster and smarter than you, Skyler..."
"You're a loser-least my life is going somewhere. You'll just be stuck at the auto shop the rest of your life. You're a nobody and a nothing," Skyler said now.
"Come on, Skylar-back off...he is family," Heather sighed.
"Don't waste your breath, Heather. His head is shoved so far up his own ass that he can't hear anything but the sound of his own voice," I stated as I got up and threw my trash away after getting my backpack and putting it on one of my shoulders as I walked out of the lunch room quietly. I saw the recruiter table ahead of me again-he was talking to one of the seniors, I glanced over at the pamphlets on the table, the ones about joining the military and having all these career opportunities and being a part of something great. He don't know what possessed him to do it but he grabbed one and looked over it however he didn't notice the recruiter looking his way.
"Military life interest you, son?" he asked firmly.
"I...never really gave it much thought actually," I responded. I really didn't have a plan for my life. Maybe Skylar was right, I'd be stuck at the auto shop the rest of my life.
"Why don't you take that pamphlet home with ya lad, give it a look through and see if the military might be something you're interested in. If it does-here's my card, give a call to the office to set up an appointment to ask questions about anything at all okay. Military has a lot to offer people of all ages. You can just ask for me: I'm Sergeant First Class; Cody Greyson-head recruiter for the Berk Army-which is a part of the Archipelago Islands Military," the man said to me. I gave a quick nod as I headed off to my next class even though it didn't start for another thirty minutes. I knew Gobber would probably be in there if not, then I'd sit alone. Reaching my class, I just sat down with my head on my desk after tossing the pamphlet in my bag-me in the military? Yeah right. I had a sarcastic mouth, I was short, and scrawny. They'd never let someone like me in. I closed my eyes sighing and relaxed, I really just wanted to go home for the day.
(Haddock House)
I was so glad I didn't have work today-I was beyond happy to get home and just flop on my bed after school was over. It was about 2:55pm when I got home with my brother and sister. It only took five minutes to get out of school traffic and ten minutes to get home from the school. I broke out my homework and got to work, might as well get it out of the way.
(7pm)
I'd made spaghetti and meatballs for dinner with some garlic bread-it was easy enough to do with frozen meatballs then a garlic powder and melted butter mix for the garlic bread, pasta was always easy: it only had to boil for about eight minutes. Mom came home around 5:45pm just as I'd finished dinner and Dad got home shockingly enough at 6:15pm. Guess they both had an early night. I started putting my stuff from homework away, as I lifted my notebook-and the pamphlet fell out onto the floor. I picked it up and sat at my computer desk beginning to open it up and read what it said inside. It was a step by step guide in joining-and also explained benefits of joining, and so much more. Of course there was a lot I didn't understand so I began searching things about the military such as ranks, training, jobs. Hell, I even found out that I'd meet the height and weight requirements which had come off as a major shocker to me. The more I read, the more interested I became. I reached into my pocket and found the card that the recruiter had given me-I stared at it for about five minutes before smiling a bit.
'Then again, maybe I could...' I thought as I was actually seriously considering joining the military. But first, I needed to speak to the recruiter again-there was a lot I still didn't know but I knew one thing: I couldn't pass up the opportunity to do something with my life-something amazing.