The bombs were dropping hard on London.
Hiccup ran into the shelter not far behind his father. The photo of his mother tucked safely in his coat fell out, gliding towards the house. Hiccup stopped in his tracks and turning towards the house he ran back.
"Hiccup!" his dad shouted as a bomb struck the house nearby.
Hiccup was thrown back into his dad. He was clutching the photo in his hand.
Hiccup woke up in the shelter . His dad, Stoick, was playing patience.
"Son," Stoick said, "we need to talk,"
"What about?"
"As you know I am an officer, well I'm going away for a while. And you'll be going to the country."
Hiccup didn't know what to say, he had never really got on well with his dad.
"When," He eventually asked.
"Tomorrow, I have a friend, Fergus, you remember him?" Hiccup nodded, "Well his daughter, I can't remember her name, she'll be going with you."
"Dad," Hiccup tried to protest.
"No 'buts' Hiccup, she's nine, I want you to be nice. Deal,"
Hiccup tried to say something.
"Deal," has dad said.
Hiccup sighed "deal,"
"Good," Stoick smiled "get some sleep big day tomorrow,"
