Luck all Around
This is my first Hijack story so go easy on me.
Hiccups 18 and Jacks 23 to clear things up. Here we go!
Chapter 1: Lucky Miss
- God played a trick on me today, I'm just lucky he sent you to save me.
Hiccup Horrendous haddock looked glumly out the class room window. Rain fell from the dark skies and thunder boomed loudly drowning out the teachers lecturing speech. The weather outside matched his mood perfectly- Dark and gloomy. Minute by minute ominous dark clouds began to gather overhead and rain started to pellet down harder on the roof.
Days like this always left him feeling sick to the stomach. He used to like these days, the clouds always seemed to promise that behind them was the sun, it gave him hope for change. That change did happen, but not in the way he hoped, his mother died and he was left to the raphe of his father. His father never struck him, never beat him but he talked him down blaming him for his mother's death.
"It's all your fault! If you had been a good child, this wouldn't have happened!" It always left him stricken with guilt. For the longest time he had learnt to ignore it but soon it came to the point he believed it.
It was his fault if he had never begged to take the long way home his mother would have still been alive.
It was a normal day for the Haddocks, like any other, his mother would pick him up from school and they would drive home. That day however Hiccup had decided he wanted to take the long way home; the way through the park, a road that wasn't usually taken. He wanted to draw the waving trees and vibrant flowers that ran up the left side of the road.
He saw something, it was animal and he shouted for him mother to stop while he drew it. Unfortunately he shouted so loud his mother was jolted and swerved. Right into a large oak tree. No damage was done to his side of the car and the air bag had saved him from a concussion but the same could not been said about his mother. Somehow her air bag had not been deployed and she had hit her head so hard she was bleeding. A lot. Horror stricken, tears started to form in his eyes. He hadn't wanted this to happen.
In an act to save her he pulled her back by the shoulders so she was resting against the seat. He screamed for her to wake up begging her not to go. She was alive, barely, she cracked her eyes open to look at her boy one last time. To see his red cheeks, and tear stricken face. She told him she was okay eyes rolling back. He shock her screaming for help, trying to keep her awake.
And In her last act to keep him calm, she smiled.
Even through all her pain, she smiled, closed her eyes and left. Just like that.
It had been the worst day of his life, and he doubted anything could out do it. He still had vivid flash back's that came to him as dreams. He would wake up sweating, he had learnt not to scream; it only gave his father an excuse to come up and shout at him for being weak.
His father wouldn't only shout at him about his mother, his wife. No. he'd find anything wrong with him and pin it on his back.
"You're not my son! You're a disgrace to the family name!" That always cut deep but saying that his father wouldn't dare kick him out no matter how much he wanted to. Everything Hiccup did reminded him of his wife, the way he bit his lip when he was scared or how hard he would concentrate on his art.
Hiccup was majoring in art and mechanics, he had always been fascinated with colours and different shapes and was always experimenting with textures and patterns. Doing art was the one thing that reminded him of his mum. He would always draw animal inspired dragons. For example he drew his black cat as an elegant black dragon with large curious eyes and black scaly skin. He named it Toothless, after his cat.
Mechanics because as a child he had always wondered how a car's wheels would turn or how planes stayed up in the sky like a bird. Best to say he was a curious child.
Shaking his head to get the sadistic thoughts of his mother's death out of his head he turned the page of his text book with a shaken hand without even looking at it earning him a look from his friend.
"Hey Hiccup you ok?" He heard a soft voice from beside him. Peeling his eyes away from the depressing weather he turned to his friend.
"I'm fine Astrid, just feel a bit sick." He turned to his work burying his face in his book holding his glasses up with his fore finger. Astrid was always so protective of him, anyone who looked at him funny or even talked funny about him would be interrogated by her.
He was always an odd ball and in his society that was looked down upon. His lack of sportiness put him down in P.E and anything to do with sports which was also looked down on.
He wasn't all that weak he did go to the gym, just the one on the other side of town; there was no way he would let someone from school see him in the local one. It was owned by his dad and he was kinda obligated to go he had mussels just no one knew about them.
"You know if you feel sick you can go home. You look a little green." Astrid rubbed his back in a soft caress. "You want me to come with you? You know I will."
Hiccup thought for a moment if he went home he would have to explain things to his father on the other hand he felt like he was going to vomit any minute now. "Na, its fine but I think it's best if I went home." He said softly laying his head against the cold table in hope that somehow it would cool his burning temperature down.
"Sure." She smiled punching him a few moments later in the arm gently causing his to laugh quietly, it was an occurring thing and it didn't really hurt at all.
"Let me guess it's because I haven't asked the teacher yet?"
"Nope, it because I felt like it, now come on." She lifted his arm up catching the teacher attention he looked sceptically at Astrid's hand holding Hiccups up.
"Yes Hiccup." Hiccup muttered something against the cool surface that the teacher couldn't quite catch and sighed.
"Speak up boy." Giggled were heard around the room causing Astrid to look back and glare at the rude teenagers. They promptly stopped. Everyone was scared of her, she was the exact opposite of hiccup; she played about 4 different sports and no one would dare start a fight with her.
"He asked if he could go home sir." Astrid filled in for him. "He's not feeling too good." The teacher sighed and wrote a note down on a piece of paper for the receptionist. Mumbles were heard all around the room making hiccup press his forehead harder against the table trying to be as small as possible.
"Very well." Hiccup lifted his head up that now had a large red blob on his fore head from the pressure he had inflicted on himself. Astrid pointed it out him with a laugh and he scowled rubbing his head vigorously.
"Thank you." he said under his breath he said bye to Astrid collected the note and walked out the class room head down avoiding the looks he was getting. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened it was actually the 5th time this month.
Once he got to the lockers he pulled his one open with a small grunt from the sheer effort he had put into it. He was given the broken and Odin knows why, he had always been a good and quiet child in school. He had just put it down to the fact that the teacher was to scared of the student who had been assigned this locker and there for used his as a shield.
Once the locker opened a piece of paper slipped out and the fact that his hand was already there to catch it before he even knew it was there left him scared of his sanity but he guessed it was just a natural instinct. After all he got one of these at least twice a week if not more.
Looking over the note he scrunched it up and threw it behind him like yesterday's trash. It was the same one as always; a stupid death threat from Snotlout and his band of idiots, the worst he had ever gotten from them was a few punches in the stomach.
He got all his stuff and sung his bag over his shoulder. He closed his locker and made his way to reception which would ultimately be the door to his own personal heaven; a place without school.
He slipped the note to the receptionist who looked at him with a worry stricken face. "Hiccup this is the 5th time this month are you sure you're ok." Hiccup looked up at the old woman and sighed.
"I'm fine, weather like this makes me feel a bit sick is all." He replied smiling slightly to show he was at least a little ok. The woman looked out the window with sullen eyes to see the harsh weather, flinching as a small hail stone hit the window.
She sighed "Well ok, get home safe it's like a blizzard out there." Hiccup nodded with a small thank you. The lady pushed the small button and the magnetic door opened allowing a large gush of cold air to hit Hiccup like a tonne of bricks.
The receptionist offered him a small apology which he accepted gracefully and left on his way home
The strong wind cut by his skin like a blade of ice and caused his eyes to water. He grabbed the edges of his jacket pulling it closer to himself trying to keep himself warmer as he sat at the bus stop. After what seemed like hours the bus arrived and he got on.
He was freezing and his shoes were soaked to the bone squelching every time he took a steep. Damn he had just bought them. He took a seat next to an elderly woman who eyed him and mutter something about 'Teenagers' and 'Tramp's' He didn't care much though. He brought one knee up to his chest and hugged it while the other stayed put on the ground.
He started to think of the things his dad would say when he got home. He would probably start with his now talking shoes then move on to the rest of him. As always. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the name of his street called out by the automatic voice. Standing up abruptly he slung his bag over his shoulder and rushed out of the bus.
One more road and he would be home, home sweet home minus the Dad of course. He was so determined to get home he crossed the road so quickly he ended up dropping his glasses and Hiccup hadn't even noticed until he was at the other side of the road.
"Shit." He cursed under his breath, he looked around and saw a car moderately far away coming toward where his glasses had dropped. He couldn't go home without them it would only add to the long lecture he would get when he got home and to tell the truth he didn't want to be in his father's presence longer than he had to.
Without even thinking about how close the car had come while he was having his little rant he ran back across the road to pick up his glasses. He bent down to pick up his glasses when he heard screams and a lot of shouting going on. Looking up curios about what was going on when he saw something a little bit too close for comfort coming his way.
His eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights and he shivered. He stared at the upcoming car when had it got this close? Long forgot glasses hit the ground as he continued to stare.
This was his way out, he would be away from his father and reunited with his mother. This is what he wanted, this is what he needed.
He closed his eyes bliss fully awaiting the hit, the hit came but not in the way he had anticipated, instead of coming from the front it came from the side throwing Hiccup and whatever had hit him into the air and onto the pavement.
He didn't open his eyes to afraid to see cold, grey, wet pavement instead of lush clouds and large gold gate's, but he knew had to open them some day so rolled onto his back groaning with the pain in his back. Opening his eyes he saw nothing accept for the few people that had gathered around him. Suddenly he heard shouting and turned to see what was happening.
"What the hell is you're problem!" Someone shouted, not to him but a guy who had stopped in the middle of the road along with his car a pair of crushed of glasses behind his left wheel.
"Me? You the one who jumped in front of my car!" The man shouted back, face red with anger. Was this the man who had almost fattened him?
"Saving some one's life bastard!" He looked at where this voice was coming from to see a white haired man he couldn't see his face as the man's back was to him. "Tell me would you have stopped if it were a young child?" The man asked poking the other in the chest.
The man thought for a minute and got back into his car grumpily. "Go to hell." He said starting up the engine and starting to leave.
"No! You go to hell Fucker!" The white haired man shouted this must have been the thing that had knocked him of his feet. Fuck. The man made his way over and Hiccup closed his eyes waiting for the scolding he was sure to get. When he heard nothing he opened his forest green eyes to see a pale out stretched hand he looked up and his eyes met the most dazzling blue ones he had ever seen.
The man flashed him a pearly white grin and offered his name.
"The names Jack."
Hiccup couldn't even speak to caught up in the man's eyes.
Well that's it I won't update super-fast cause' I'm already writing a fanfic 'The Frozen Academy.' and this was an idea I just had to write down. I want to know your opinion on it and see if you guys want to know what happens next. I've already got the skeleton I just need to feed it. Depending on how many follows I get I might update every two weeks give or take.