Hello again readers! I'm mind blown by the positive feedback I got just from that pilot chapter, so thank you to all of you who favorited, followed and especially those who reviewed! I was so surprised that I didn't get the usual 'Update plz. ty bro. gj' stuff, I thank you all sincerely from the bottom of my *stomach* heart.

Black Dragoness: Thank you kindly for dropping a review! To answer your question, I have decided to split things up, so some may be human and some may be pets. I have some headcanons about some dragons, but some dragons just don't get enough screentime for me to properly understand their role so they'll stick to being pets.

Ilyasviel16: Thank you for your review! And the good luck, I know I'll need it. The surprising thing is that I actually have never watched any of the 'Step Up' movies. I was actually inspired by 'Streetdance' and 'Streetdance 2'. Both movies are rather special in how they try to mix streetdance with another style. In the first movie, they mix streetdance with ballet and in the second one they mix streetdance and salsa.

A shoutout to Thorongil82 and QuillOwl! Thank you both for your kind review!

"Who's ready to roll?"

In response to his challenge, a roar of approval was shared among the crowd that had came out tonight to see him, and the other dancers. People were already on their feet, jumping and pumping their arms, other groups held smiles and were jumping as well, ready to start grooving against the Prince. In response to all the cheers and roaring, the Prince merely lowered his arms before he raised only one hand up in the air, calling for a momentary silence which the crowd grudgingly gave.

The silence only held for a few seconds before the Prince rolled his hands into a fist and swung his arm down, kicking the box that lay beside his feet, starting up the loud and crushing beat of the music. Once again, the parking lot roared up in cheers as the Prince gave a crooked grin. Following up with his swung arm and leg, he began to move, letting his legs, arms and even his head follow the hellish beats.

When the Prince had started things, his opponent watched, returning his crooked grin as they bobbed their head and let themselves get used to the beats that ran on continuously. Once the Prince had dropped down into the splits and spun his way back up to bow for his opponent, that's when things were finally starting to heat up.

His opponent tossed his head here and there, rolling his shoulders before he too dropped forwards, starting things off with a simple worm before jumping back to his feet to continue with jerky body movements that fit the hard beats that continued to rain down in the parking lot like a raging ocean storm.

And Prince? He, too, was caught up in all the excitement, bobbing his own head, clapping along the beat as he watched his opponent dish out his moves. Ah, it was his turn once again. With a grin, Prince tip toed his way up towards the center of the floor, letting his arms spread out like a ghost before continuing with snaps of his arms and legs, giving a mocking salute before sliding back, snapping and turning all over. Then suddenly, he was in the air, jumping and flipping past all the beats.

Once he landed, on his knees, head held high with his arms embracing the sky, the audience followed, throwing a loud "Ooohhhhh" overhead.

With all the cheering and clapping, his opponent knew when he had lost. It had been fun while it lasted, and with that mindset, his opponent spun his way back into the crowd who welcomed him back with claps on the back and more cheering. Back on the floor, Prince was once more on his feet, hyping the crowd up with his arms.

"Hoooooly shit, you weren't kidding!" Ruffnut screamed over the noise all around them, she gave a friendly punch in Astrid's shoulder, "He's fucking gooooood!" She added, throwing both arms up in the air as Prince flipped and landed parallel to the ground, but still managed to catch his balance and continue.

Astrid wordlessly let the punch go unpunished as she smirked towards Ruffnut before she turned her attention back onto the floor where Prince was challenged by a small group of dancers, already moving in unison up towards him, like a pack of prowling wolves. Inwardly, she was celebrating like crazy as Ruffnut was, it had been a while since Prince had shown up at the parking lot, and it was honestly just a coincidence that the one night she had came out, that he had also shown up.

Astrid herself was a music prodigy, and dancing was something she was decent at as well, no where near what Prince was able to do, but she could handle herself in a club. No. The only reason she was out here was to hear the music and beats. Rumor had it that the dark Prince himself had remixed those, and that was where she was fascinated. Everytime she heard his music, it was if something came alive within her. Somewhere inside the crazy alien like notes and heavy beats, there was something inside those that stirred her heart into a frenzy and she didn't mind it one bit.

Like many in the crowd, she found herself dancing or at least jumping and pumping her arms like the rest of them, swept into the twister of pure talent that urged them all to join in, nearly hypnotizing them to let loose.

Just like that. With a single sweep of his arms and legs, he was almost physically like a twister himself, pulling them all in, making their eyes watch him as he spun, and let his body fall into practiced harmony with the music.

As Astrid continued watching on, she wondered, silently in her own heart, just how a boy like that was able to stir her - and perhaps everyone's - heart so simply, and if … she would ever reach such a stage in her own musical studies, so be able to invoke the same emotions she had now into others with her own talents.

Prince - or Hiccup - was well aware of how much his cheeks hurt, how much strain there was as he continued to smirk and grin. He couldn't help it, he couldn't help but to feel alive as he continued to move, to lose himself in the madness and willingly throw himself into the insane temperature that welcomed him.

Hell, anyone dancing at the moment would agree with him. There was no other moment when they felt more alive, when they lost themselves and let their bodies freely lead. It was no longer just a competition, it was a desperate attempt by them all to find their way to connect with the music to join the endless resonating beats. Fame and glory no longer meant anything.

There were no rules, no order of which their bodies needed to follow, while they may have practiced to fine tune the moves, when they were out here, everything flowed by itself, it wasn't like a planned out dance, they were basically making one on the spot.

That was how Hiccup loved it, to let adrenaline rule over and make up things on the spot. The rush of … something just creeping up his veins.

Sadly, as much as he wished to let the night drag on, he knew he needed to stop sometime. That outside the parking lot, away from the music and the crowd, his father was waiting, his life was waiting, the sneers and pointing were waiting for him. Biting his lip, he drove those thoughts away as he finished up, kicking the box as he landed from a spinning crouch.

All at once, something lost within the crowds just died. Every dancer was halted in mid-frenzy, painting quite the hilarious picture while the crowd began to boo, needing more of the music and need to let loose. With a simple smile and wave, Hiccup grabbed his box and made a run for it, jumping off the ledge and landing tiredly on his hand and knees before continuing his run.

Ah. This was the part he hated the most. To let everything go, to put a stop and let the adrenaline fade from him, reducing him to the clumsy tired mess he was after nonstop dancing.

Soon enough, he saw the car his father allowed him to use. With a rush, he leapt inside, throwing off his hoodie, and boy, did it feel good. All the sweat he had worked up seemed to leave with the hoodie that had been tossed to the back seats. He set the box carefully on the floor of the passenger seat before he shook his head, trying to clear up the fog that had settled there, muddying all his other thoughts.

Quickly, he realized that he was probably more tired than he thought, and without a second thought his hand grabbed at the bottle of water and chugged it down, taking deep breathes, he leaned back in the seat of the car, calming himself down. He was in no shape to start driving, and so he let the thoughts of his father, of school, and his other troubles flood in. Once ready, he started up the engine of the car, and with a heavy troubled heart, he drove off, now ignoring the cheering and whooping of the rest of the crowd that continued to have their fun.

"What the hell?! That's it?!" Ruffnut demanded as she nearly stepped over Astrid's shoulder to try and catch the street dancer who made his escape, "What the honest fuck, he can't just up and leave that's like … against all the laws!" She continued ranting, pulling at her hair as the rest of the crowd also voiced their discontent.

"Well … it is a little late," Fishlegs noted, "he's been dancing for a good 4 hours, if he didn't leave to go home, he's probably tired out after all that," he added, reminding them all once again, that the legendary street dancer wasn't some fallen god, but indeed human.

"Shut up! That still sucks, I mean, that's like cutting it all up into shred, no one should be leaving in the middle of something like that," Ruffnut protested, throwing her arms everywhere, outright jabbing Astrid's face more than once.

"Oh cut it out!" Astrid growled, punching Ruffnut's head and ignoring the loud exclamation of pain, she crossed her arms, "if we're lucky, he'll be here tomorrow, if not we could always go back to seeing if someone uploaded a part of it onto youtube."

"Are you kidding me?! Youtube and real life are totally different, the camera never catch what the human eyes see!" Tuffnut exclaimed, pointing at his eyes rather dangerously, "If we have to see pure talent, we should be seeing with our own eyes, not through the eyes of the lenses," he continued on.

"Hey! Don't diss the cameras," Fishlegs protested, stepping onto Tuffnut's foot angrily.

"Ha! It doesn't matter whether it's real life or not, he's going to mess up someday and everyone's going to end up seeing it," Snotlout announced loudly, looking quite sure of himself, "thought I suppose watching him mess up in person would be a nice bonus," he added, cackling.

Rolling her eyes, Astrid turned to leave, ignoring their questions as she made her way to her own car. Typical, really. Astrid was there to enjoy the rush and music, Ruffnut was genuinely interested in dance, as was Tuffnut, so the twins didn't exactly grate on her nerves as much on nights like this. Fishlegs was also a nice to be around, seeing as he was more or less their voice of reason. Snotlout though? Sometimes she honestly had no idea what the boy was doing when he hung out with them. He held himself as some great being, he loathed others' success, and made sure to belittle those who held potential, and then stepped on those who fell from grace or had not found their calling yet.

All in all, she found him to be an annoying pest, she could barely stand him, but sadly their parents happened to be friends and so she - and probably the rest of their group - had to deal with him.

That night, as she was driving back home though, the thought that Hiccup, the scrawny quiet shy boy was actually the arrogant jocks cousin was a little mind blowing. Hiccup was nothing like Snotlout. He knew nothing of success, no one knew what he could possibly become, and he was so clumsy it was forever annoying. That also made him Snotlout's number one target, and the sad part was that they were actually family, not that Snotlout probably cared.

Scoffing, she realized how much she actually put thought into her childhood friends. Or at least on Hiccup. He was never part of the 'childhood friends' group at their school, not that anyone would blame him. They all ignored him, and made their own jabs at him behind his back. It was probably better for them all if they maintained their distance.

Until she remembered that she would be seeing him in last period for the rest of the year. With a groan, she had to ask herself and the gods: just why had he continued with music? It was as clear as day that the boy had absolutely no talent in the subject, and every year he was there, messing up and killing every song he was handed like it was his only job. It was annoying, and for Astrid, her patience was being tested everyday as the boy continued to ruin everything she was working for.

Brushing her thoughts off, she greeted her parents before she settled for the night. Thoroughly tired out and ready to call it a night.

"Hiccup, son, you've got bags under your eyes, how late did you come back last night?" Stoick asked, watching his son grab the two pieces of toast and shove one of them into his mouth. He wasn't exactly against his son having some fun at night, he was once a teenager too mind you, but certain rules had to be set.

"Ah. Around one or two, maybe in between. I was a bit tired so I went to sleep as soon I got back though, the bags might just be from stress, I wouldn't worry," Hiccup replied, finishing off the toast in his mouth before eating the other. He scratched his head as he took a glance at the clock, "I'm off then, see ya dad," he announced as he headed for the door quickly.

"Ah! I'll send ya a message if something comes up, but the fridge is full, got that, son?" Stoick called after him, and Hiccup only gave a loud 'okay!' before closing the door after himself.

And as Hiccup made his way to the bus stop, early for once, he bit the inside of his mouth, silently berating himself. Last night was too late, and his father had caught on, he would have to watch the time more carefully next time. Maybe he should change locations for a while, just so he could get home quicker. As he continued to let his thoughts wander off, he rounded the corner and bumped into someone. Luckily, no one had a spectacular fall, and Hiccup began to apologize immediately as he winced in pain.

"Ah - Sorry about that, wasn't watching where I was," he looked up and paled, "Oh uh … Astrid! Hi, uh … good morning … Oh! You aren't hurt are you?" He asked, making a complete fool of himself as the blonde only glared up at him before scoffing and turning away. As she did so, Hiccup caught the rest of the group making their way towards him, all snickering. Before they could see him next to the blonde girl, Hiccup quickly distanced himself, hoping quietly that they wouldn't start a scene right at the start of his day.

He was lucky. For once the lot of them had decided to leave him alone in the morning, but he wasn't fooled. If they didn't bother with him in the morning, that only meant they had something up their sleeves. They were most likely planning something 'spectacular' to reveal later in the day.

"Oh! Hiccup!"

Ah. Was that it?

Hiccup turned, coming face to face with Heather. Former school queen and liar extraordinaire. She came to school all dressed up, heels, makeup, and a shirt that could barely be labeled 'modest'. She wore an easy going smile, but once again, Hiccup knew better, the makeup just hid the cruel taunting smile underneath it all.

"Hiccup? Is something wrong, I thought we were still friends … after that, we are still friends … right?" She asked, feigning hurt.

Friends? He nearly winced as the memories began to flow back in. During his first year, Heather had shown interest, spending her time with him, studying with him and even eating with him in the cafeteria. Little did he know, it was just a big game a huge group of people had planned together. Naturally, he knew nothing and so when he gathered up his courage and asked her out for just dinner, he was not expecting water balloons or paint to fall on him, covering him as the rest of the people in the crowded cafeteria nearly piss their pants in their laughter.

After that year, he began to see things much better. He would see the way the twins prepared for their next prank, he would see the way people pointed at him in the corner of his eyes, and he would always see when a certain blonde scoffed and rolled her eyes at his latest grand mess up.

"Hiccup? Are you even listening to me?" Heather asked, letting her crossed arms drop to her hips as her smile turned to that of fake concern, she stepped forward, leaning in to see his eyes, "Hiccup? Come on, don't you want to hang out again? Just as friends this time," she insisted, making to grab for his arm.

In a moment of panic, he rolled back. Or rather, his shoulder rolled back as his body turned on it's side, making sure her hands were not about to be grabbing any part of him. It was quite shocking, those around them - most likely not there by pure coincidence - had all stopped to watch in shock. Hiccup the useless had actually said "no", not verbally, but all the same, where did he get his nerves?

"I…" Hiccup began, but then a savage roar from the other side alerted him and he swept his gaze from Heather's shocked expression to the commotion down the other hall. Eyes widening, he could only watch as the large brick made its way in the air steadily over to where his head was. Something broke out in his heart, pure fear, his eyes moved, and the fear continued to grow as he caught the gleeful eyes of his cousin who was still in the position of having thrown the brick.

In a split second, Hiccup turned back to Heather, ignoring her equally fearful expression, he shoved her backwards, making sure the raven haired woman was not about to get hit with the brick - whether she was part of the set up or not - before he bit his lips and threw himself back. Right into a flip and landed in a crouch.

The sound of shattered glass was quick to follow the gasps that went off in the hall from the move he had performed.

Looking back, Hiccup saw the rest of the students were watching him in surprise and confusion, there was something … he couldn't recognize in Heather's eyes, but he chalked it up to shock and fear, his cousin …

He narrowed his eyes, the little shit himself wasn't even there anymore, having taken off as soon as things went bad and no one was watching. No matter, there were video cameras in the school for a reason, they'd find out in due time. However, there was one thing he failed to notice.

He got up to his feet, uneasily, faking it all up so they would all ignore the previous flip, make them think that it was just a fluke. He adjusted his shirt and bag before he gave a shake of a head towards Heather, again refusing her offer to stick around her, before he turned. Behind him, it seemed that Astrid Hofferson had been there … for long enough. Again, fear ripped through his body like a plague.

"A … Astrid?" He croaked, knees trembling. No. It was possible to fool her, too. She could fall for tricks, too. "D-Do you know who did that? Luckily I didn't get hit, yeah? Ha, haha, Yeah?" He laughed uneasily, and before Astrid could mutter anything, he sidestepped around her, scratching his head.

That left Astrid and the rest of the students in all three halls staring at the broken window and fallen Heather as Hiccup made a hasty escape.

There we go. Second chapter. I'm still debating if I should continue this, so anyone's opinions will come in handy. If you don't have the time to leave a review, a simple favorite or follow will do! If you do have that moment to leave review then thank you kindly.

My main concern at the moment is if I'm rushing through plot and not focusing on character development enough, so … maybe things might be too fast or too slow, many apologies.

See you all next time.