Chapter 2! YAY! Excitement XD
Well, this dream was odd. Well, more odd then Hiccup usually was at least.
See, he would usually be dreaming of flying high into the skies with his best bud Toothless. Soaring through the clouds and racing his friends over Berk.
However this dream didn't involved to flying. Didn't even involve dragons at all actually. He dreamed that he was at the Great Hall, by that little door he had discovered earlier today.
No one was in the Great Hall, so no one noticed when the door magically swung open by itself.
On the other side, from the wood that sealed it up, paper mice emerged.
There were at least four mice, all connected by paper strings. They circled each other as they danced around the door, as if whispering him to join them.
What an odd dream that was.
Or was it?
Squeak. Squeak.
Forced out of his dream he lifted his head from his pillow, staring around his room, blinking furiously.
He heard it again. Moving to the edge of his bed, he looked under it, surprised to see a small mouse running at him. Shooting his head back up, he watched it jump out from under his bed, and to his door, where it easily climbed under it, to the stairs.
Throwing his legs over the side, he looked at Toothless, who snored softly, the mouse going un-noticed. Lifting himself up, Hiccup grabbed his fur-covered vest, placing it over his shoulders for warmth against the cold.
Feeling compelled to follow, Hiccup carefully opened his door, peeking out.
The mouse stood at the top of the stairs, as if waiting for him to follow.
When Hiccup stepped out, the mouse bolted down the stairs.
Looking back into his room, he saw the Toothless had yet to notice anything. With one last glance into his room, he focused on the 'mini Hiccup' as if it was staring at him, urging him to follow the small mouse. Quick to follow, he silently crept down the stairs, glancing around to see if his Dad was still awake.
Glad to see he had retired for the night, Hiccup followed the mouse out the front door.
Granted, he never really enjoyed just running out into the rain, but what else could he do?
It wasn't often that you found mice in Berk. The dragons usually took care of them. Along will almost all the fish they had if they could get their paws on it.
Yet, if his friends or Father ever saw him chasing a mouse, he knew he was bound to get odd stares. Not that he wasn't use to that. But chasing mice, that was definitely weird, even in his case.
The mouse ran through Berk, pausing every once and a while to glance back at him, making sure he was able to keep up. Hiccup ran after it, breathing heavily.
Berk had gone dark. Everyone had gone to bed; accept for one of two who wandered, making sure that nothing was going wrong in the middle of the night.
This left Berk in silence. Even the smallest Hiccup took seemed to echo over the fellow Viking homes. Luckily the rain seemed to help him when it came to him wanting to be silent. He couldn't worry about that now though, and focused on keep track on the mouse.
What would his dad say to him about this? Chasing mice through Berk?
Well, whether his dad would agree or not, this mice wasn't ordinary.
As he followed it into the Great Hall, he was surprised to see that no one was in there at this hour. Usually some one would be in here, doing work or drinking themselves to unconsciousness.
Yet there was no one? The only thing that allowed him to see at this time were the dim lights that covered the walls.
Looking around, he frowned when he lost sight of the mice.
Creeping in to the hall, he stared around. It was so creepy here when no one was around. Following the wall, he glanced up to see the familiar tribe leader photos.
All the tribe leaders and their sons lined the walls, all either frowning or glaring back at him. What is so wrong with a tribe leader smiling together with his son?
He sighed, knowing how hard it took some times to get his own Father to smile at him. It was emotionally exhausting at times.
Shacking his head, he rubbed his tired eyes, which had begun to blur from lack of sleep. He had to find that mouse though.
He felt like it was important. Yet though, at the same time, his brain said to run straight home and go back to bed and forget everything he saw.
He might just have to do that, since he couldn't find where the mouse was.
That was till a small squeak came towards the back of the Great Hall. Running forward, he smiled at the sight of the small mice, who seemed to be trying to make its escape towards the small door he had found earlier.
Picking up his pace, he followed it all the way to the door, where it snuck in through a crack.
Falling to his knees, he swung the door open, expecting to see the mouse there, waiting for him and trapped from the wood behind it.
As the door moved open though, a blue light shined on his face, revealing a long small path.
The mouse ran down the path, to another door that suddenly appeared at the end of the path, where it snuck into through another crack.
Hiccup couldn't help but gasp. What was this? How come when his Dad had opened this before this didn't appear?
Well, it was here now.
A small breeze from the tunnel brushed against his face, making him squint.
Looking over his shoulder, Hiccup saw that no one was there to watch him, and slowly looked back. The thought of adventure tugged at his heart and he placed his hand inside, feeling the ground. It was like fabric.
What was he doing? This was insane! Who knew what was on the other side of this… tunnel. But then again, he would never know until he ventured over there himself.
Getting on his hand and knees he began to crawl inside. His breath caught in his throat as he crawled to the other side of the tunnel, his heart beat increasing to a rapid pace.
As he reached the end, he reached his hand out to open the door. Peeking in, he frowned. "Huh?" he muttered, crawling out.
He was back in the great hall?
Lifting himself off of the ground, he looked around confused. How could he leave a place, yet end up right back at it?
Looking around, his frowned deepened. "Okay…" he mumbled softly. When had the fires been turned on?!
The Great Hall was a blazed with light and song. Where this music was coming from, he wasn't quiet sure.
Tilting his head, he managed to get back to the entrance. He had searched the entire Great Hall, yet no one was here. So then, who started the fires, and where was this blasted music coming from!?
He rubbed his temple in frustration. He needed to go to bed.
Placing his hand on the wall from support, Hiccup started towards the door. Glancing up, he froze.
He looked up at the pictures of the pervious Tribe leaders and their sons in horrified shock. Instead of rugged frowning Vikings that he had seen so many times before, he was surprised to see that they were smiling.
As if smiling at him. The portraits of sons and fathers, their hands over each other's shoulder, grinning.
Hiccup tilted his head. Okay… this was getting kinda creepy.
Rushing out, he stumbled down the path to home.
Had everyone decided to wake up in the short time he was in the Great Hall? Looking around wildly he couldn't help but gawk at the sight of light coming from everyone's windows, showing that the residents inside were awake.
Though he had yet to see another Viking, that didn't stop him from panicking a bit. Had something happened while he was gone? Surely there would have been more screaming and such if that were the case, but still.
Hey wait a minute-
He looked up towards the sky. The rain had stopped?! There wasn't even a single cloud in the sky, only clear star covered skies.
The ground was dry, as if it hadn't rained in weeks too. Tapping his foot a bit, Hiccup rubbed his head, confused.
Something was definitely wrong here.
Maybe his Dad would know what was going on.
As he approached his front door, the sound of deep humming filled his ears. It wasn't an unpleasant sound. Just one he hadn't heard in a VERY long time.
Slowly opening the door, he popped his head in, focusing in on the fire going.
His Dad was awake, and leaning over the fire, turning some meat that was cooking over it.
"Dad?" Hiccup gawked. His dad… was cooking? Granted, his father had tried to cook many times before, but each of them ending in burnt failures. "Dad. What are you doing in the middle of the night…" His words caught in his throat when his dad turned around.
This wasn't his father.
No it was. It looked just like him, all the way down to his orange beard. But his eyes, they were the only clue pointing to the sign that this man, was not his dad.
This 'fake father' had buttons for eyes. Four holed black buttons.
"Hiccup, you're just in time for dinner." His dad smiled.
Slowly stepping forward, Hiccup's shoulder tensed. "You're not my dad." He pointed out softly. "My dad doesn't have b-b-b-" he stammered softly, his voice cracking at the very thought. He pointed to his own eyes
"B-Buttons?" the fake Stoick chuckled. "I'm your other father." He announced, folding his arms.
"Other Father? I didn't know I had a… other father." Hiccup gulped nervously.
"Of course you do." He said it as if Hiccup should already know this. "Now go get other Toothless."
Hiccup frowned, looking towards the stairs. 'Other' Toothless?
"Well, go on." With that, his other father turned back to the food.
He stood there for a few moments, trying to take in just exactly was happened. Gulping down his fears, he approaching the stairs.
Slowly making his way up the steps, his gaze never left his 'other Fathers' back. Hiccup opened the door. Inside, Toothless was laying on his small bed, snoring softly.
"Uh… Toothless? Bud?" he called. He almost screamed when Toothless looked up, instantly narrowing in on his best friends buttoned eyes. This wasn't Toothless either!
What in the world was going on? Jumping a bit when Other Toothless jumped off his bed, he gawked at him speechlessly. The other Toothless approached him, rubbing against his leg as he passed.
"O-Okay uh… right I um…" Hiccup was about to follow the Other Toothless down the stairs when he looked at his room. His eyes widened even further then they already had.
He tools were actually walking around the room. Some were even waving at him, calling him over to 'play'?
"It is Hiccup!' his tools cheered from their useable mouths. His bed, normally made of simple wood, was aligned with soft furs, instantly tempting Hiccup to lay down at rest.
Sleep, he really needed sleep with everything that was going on.
"Hiccup!" His 'other Father' called from below. "Come get your grub!"
Hiccup frowned, realizing just now he had been smiling. Well, who wouldn't be smiling at this? His tools, though as odd as it might be, were talking to him! Though it might be because he was going insane, he didn't care. His bed actually looked comfortable for once, and his desk was filled to the brim with fine metals, paper and ink.
"C…Coming." He said softly, almost unable to tear his eyes away. Exiting his room, he made his way down the steps. When he reached the bottom, he was surprised to find Gobber sitting at the table, waiting for him along with the Other Toothless and his "Other Father".
"Gobber." Hiccup blinked. "W-What are you uh…" he trailed off as Gobber turned around, revealing his matching buttoned eyes.
What was with these people and their eyes being buttons?
"Hiccup. There you are. Come on, time for food!"
Staring at them, he glanced towards the door. He would be ashamed to say he actually felt like running away from these…people.
Gulping down his worries, he made his way to the table, sitting on the opposite side of Gobber.
Handing Hiccup a plate, Stoick smiled as he placed some chicken on it.
The young Viking eyed it suspiciously. It looked delicious, and smelled just as much so. However, appearances can be deceiving.
Taking a small bit, Hiccup's eyes widened. "This is good!" he gasped, taking another bit.
"Hungry? Good, cause I think I made too much for us all to eat." His other father sighed, slamming the rest down in front of him.
"I'm sure the… Other Toothless could help you with that uh… other dad." He gave him a small smile.
"Oh that's right." The 'Other Stoick' nodded, tossing some food to the other toothless, who greedily scarfed it down.
"Don't forget that I am here to." The Other Gobber Chuckled, using his fake hand, which he currently had a fork on, to grab some more chicken.
Chuckling a bit, Hiccup whipped his mouth. This was… weird. His dad cooking, and actually trying to start a conversation with him.
As Hiccup began to drink his water, his other father placed a cake in front of him. Chocolate Gru, the cake his mother would always make for him when he was young.
He hadn't had it since she passed away though.
To his surprise, frosted letters began to appear along the cake, spelling out the words:
WELCOME HOME
"…Home?' he whispered softly, looking up. Sure this looked exactly like his home, but it couldn't be the actual thing.
The other Stoick grinned. "We've been waiting for you, Hiccup." He patted Toothless' head. He purred in agreement.
The was a little creepy? What did the mean by that? How long had they been waiting for him?
"Me?" Hiccup blinked incredulously.
"Yeah. It took you long enough to get here too. It is just not the same without ya." Gobber sighed.
"Really? I didn't even know I had another Father. Or, another Toothless and Gobber." He frowned.
"Everyone does." Gobber patted his back. "Now hurry up and eat."
"Yes, then we can all go out and fly out dragons in the rain." Stoick nodded, sounding proud.
"We can make it a game." Gobber nodded. Hiccup looked at his father's hand, noticing that his fingers began to tap against the table.
"…The rain?" Hiccup frowned. "What Rain-" he jumped when a sudden boom of thunder shot out from the sky. "O-Oh." He stammered softly. "That rain." The other Gobber snickered at him. Hiccup smiled shyly back, but frowned, "I thought it was dangerous to fly out in the rain?"
"Toothless is perfectly capable to handling the Rain. He is a Night Fury after all." Gobber smiled.
Toothless looked up, giving him a toothless smile. Stoick rose to his feet, circling the table.
"O-Oh. I guess it would be okay then." He stammered softly.
"Besides, the rain brings mud. It is great for poison oak." He grabbed Hiccup's hand, pointing to the rash.
"How did you-" he pulled his hand away in shock. "I uh… I would love to stay, but I have to get going. You know, back to my other Father."
"I am your Other Father." Stoick smiled.
"Yeah." Gobber and Toothless nodded, getting up.
"I mean my other… other father." He stammered weakly, stepping back. He gasped when he ran into Gobber's stomach.
Gobber smiled, letting out a small chuckled.
Gulping, he rubbed his upper arm. "I think I should get to bed." He sighed.
"Of course. Lets go."
"But-"
"Come on Hiccup." Gobber gave him a small shove to the stairs. Quickly climbing the steps, the other followed.
Opening the bedroom door, he stepped in. Instantly his tools began to surround him, calling out his name, begging him to play with them.
He couldn't help but smile, careful not to step on any of them.
Toothless jumped into the room, circling Hiccup once, giving him a small nudge, before he leapt to his own bed.
Setting it a blaze with a small amount of fire he patted it down till it was too his liking, then laid down, staring at Hiccup.
Hiccup smiled, realizing that Toothless was probably waiting for him to get into his own bed before he would go to sleep himself.
Crawling onto his bed, he almost let out a sigh.
This bed was so soft!
Sitting down, he left his hand run over the soft fabric, unable to get enough of how it felt.
Suddenly, his Other Father stepped forward from the door, a jaw held firmly in his grip.
Hiccup stared at him with wide eyes as the Other Father approached. "O-Oh." He stammered softly as the Other Father took his hand in his large one. "The mud." He said watching as his other dad smeared in on.
His touch was so gentle, so caring. So unlike his other Fathers.
With a small yawn, he laid his head down on the pillow.
He felt himself flush with embarrassment when his Other Father started to place blankets on him. He wasn't used to his father actually tucking him in.
His Other Father lifted his hand, ruffling his 'sons' hair. Hiccup's eye felt heavy as Stoick and Gobber sat next to his bed, watching over him.
"Good Night Hiccup." The other Stoick smiled.
Hiccup felt himself smile as he closed his eyes.
The last thing he heard before he slipped away into his dreams was the voice of the Other Gobber and Other Father saying, "See you soon."
Aww Hiccup. I always find him so adorable XD I hope you all liked this chapter. :D I'm trying to picture Toothless with Button eyes and... it is sort of creepy 0.0