Hello I´m back and oh gosh! 10 Favorites and 13 Followers on the first day the first chapter is up?! Thank you all so much! I would have never thought, that the stuff I´ve uploaded is actually worth something.
But enough of that…Let´s get on with the story:
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While he waits for the teacher to return, Hiccup looks around and reminisces all those times he had been in this stadium before…
A much younger Hiccup is casually leaning against a wall at the side of the field, watching his cousin´s coach yell at the boys to hurry up with their exercise.
When they are finished the coaches announces the date of their first match against a rivaling team. As all the others, Scott seems really excited about it and then hurries over to Hiccup.
"Hey little cuz. We have an important match next week. You better make sure to be here, so that I can show you how to play this game!"
Hiccup just rolls his eyes at his cousin, as he has no interest in football at all. Or in any sport that is. Because of his scrawny build, he was never really good at anything athletic and he was never interested too. This was hard to accept for his father, who was the star quarterback when he was in High School. But over the years he got used to being disappointed in his son. Now he always takes Hiccup to watch football games in hope to rouse any sort of interest in sports. But Scott doesn´t understand his cousin´s despise of the game and still thinks, he could get him to do sports by showing him how good he is at it himself.
"How often do I have to tell you not to call me 'little cuz'? I am not even a month younger than you!"
"You are still younger than me.", Scott smirks. "So what about the game? Are coming or not?"
"I guess I have no choice than to come…As soon as my Dad hears about it, he will drag me here anyway."
Just then a group of older players walks by. One of them sees Scott and me talking and calls over to him. "Hey Scott! What are doing there talking with this twig! You should not talk to him like that. It´s not good for your reputation. Certainly you don´t want to be on the same level as this little nerd here."
Scott looks at him in shock. His reputation is everything for him. He worked hard to the place where he is now, the youngest quarterback since four years. He looks back at Hiccup and the boy can see the uncertainty in his cousin´s eyes.
Scott finally sighs and pushes Hiccup. He catches the boy off guard and he stumbles back and falls into the mud near the outline of the field.
"No…I don´t", the bigger guy answers the other player. Without looking back he turns away from Hiccup and walks to the team´s lockers.
Hiccup sighs as he remembers the day his cousin turned against him. Ever since that day Scott humiliated him at every occasion he got. Hiccup likes to think that that wouldn´t have happened if the other boy, who graduated the year after this incident, hadn´t mocked him, Scott would have never become what he is now. But he knew, even if this had never happened, Scott would have drawn the same conclusion sooner or later.
As the teacher finally comes back and tells them to go inside the stadium, Hiccup takes another look at the long line of students.
As an honor student he was in the first part of the row. The others were lined up alphabetically behind the honor students.
Right in front of him, he recognized the trademark braid of Astrid Hofferson coming out from under her cap. Behind him was Fishlegs with a tense expression on his face.
As they enter the stadium Hiccup can hear the school band play the standard graduation music. The parents, who were already sitting at their places were clapping loudly and Hiccup wondered if he would feel any better if he knew that his dad was one of them.
As they all sit down, the crowd slowly begins to calm down and as no one is clapping anymore, the principal stands up from his seat and begins with a long, tiring speech.
After what seemed like forever, he finally finishes and begins to call the names of the students.
Hiccups sits there patiently waiting for his name to be called, while he remembers how he had imagined his graduation a few years ago. He had always thought his dad would be there with him, along with all the parents of his friends and when his name would be called, his father would stand up and cheer for him, yelling how proud he was of his son.
Now, while he is sitting there in his uncomfortable folding chair, he realizes how wrong he was back then. His father isn´t there at all and if he would be, he certainly wouldn´t shout that he was proud of this failure that calls himself his son.
"Michael T. Gregory" the principal calls out and Michael stands up to take his diploma and shake the principal´s hand. Then Hiccup realizes that he would be next and tries to compose himself again.
"Henry H. Haddock the third". Hiccup stands up and his gaze is drawn to the crowd of people sitting right in front of the podium. The only people clapping and cheering are Mr. and Mrs. Ingerman, Fishlegs parents. He walks up the steps to the podium and shakes the principal´s hand, as Michael had just done a few seconds earlier. "Congratulations Mr. Haddock" the principal says as he hands Hiccup the role of paper. He takes his diploma and gives him a weak smile before he turns around and walks back to his seat.
After another boring hour of name calling and a final speech from a teacher it is all over. Hiccup sighs. The moment that should have been one of the best memories of his High School career turned out to be a complete waste of time. Then, before anyone has the time bother him, he walks to one of the bathrooms nearby and changes into his normal clothes.
He folds the diploma neatly and puts it in his pocket. Then walks out of the bathroom and out of the stadium. He gets into his car and pulls out of the parking lot. He takes a final look at the place he had grown to hate over last few years and then finally makes his way home.
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Half an hour late – Hiccups home – Hiccups Pov
I finally turn right into the street I live in. I look at my watch and see that it´s already 2:30 pm. As I pull up into the driveway to my house I see a sight I didn´t expect to see at all today. My father´s bright red Dodge Ram stands right in front of the garage. I turn my own car off and get out.
While walking up to the front door I pull out my keys and start searching for one for the front door. As I finally find it I put it in the keyhole and open the door.
After I had closed the door behind me I look around the corner into the living room. There, on the couches sits my dad with his notebook on his lap, frantically typing on the keyboard.
As I enter the room he looks up. "Already home? I thought you would be at school for at least two more hours. Why are you here so early?"
I can feel my face turn into a scowl as he speaks and by the time he is finished, my blood boils in anger. I shove my hand in my pocket and pull out the folded diploma. I throw it at him and spit: "I just graduated from High School. I take it you didn´t remember that little detail about your son´s life in the morning?"
Now it´s his turn to get angry and he stands up to yell at me but before he could even a single word out, I cut him off. "You know what? I don´t even want to know the answer. All you ever did was work for your stupid company in your stupid office all the time. I guess your son is just second priority after all those important things you have to do."
By the time I finish my father´s face is red in anger and he starts shouting at me: "Henry Horrendous Haddock the third! Don´t you dare speaking to me like that! I work hard so we can afford this lifestyle!", he gestures around the room, "All this is here because I work for it all day! And one day you will take over the family business! I expect you to show a little more respect for your ancestors!"
"BUD I DON´T WANT TO WAKE OVER THE FAMILY BUSINESS! DON´T YOU GET THAT INTO YOUR STUBBORN HEAD?!", I yell back.
"YOU WILL DO AS I TELL YOU, HENRY! MAYBE THEN I COULD BE PROUD OF YOU AGAIN!"
As soon as those words had left his mouth, I turn around and grab my keys from the sideboard beneath the door and rush out of the house and over to my car. As I pull out of the driveway again, I can feel tears stinging in my eyes. 'I have to get away from him.' Is all I could think of now.
As I drive along the streets of Berk, I automatically take the turns that would lead me to my favorite place in town. The airport. I park my car at the fence at the end of the runway and get out. That is the place I come to if I have to think about something.
Now I have to think about something too. About, what I would do now. I couldn´t go back to my house as long as he is still there. I am not able to face him right now because although I´ve already known that he isn´t exactly proud of me, it is like a punch in the face, to hear him actually say it.
While I´m standing here, watching the planes start and land, I hear a loud roar of an engine and as I look up at the sky I see a F-22 Raptor, a majestic fighter plane, fly right over my head.
Then an idea pops into my head. I don´t want to take over the family business and to show my father once and for all that he couldn´t force to, I would do something I wanted to do since I was a little kid. I am going to join the United States Air Force.
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Sooo…here is the second chapter of Wingmen and Hiccup finally made his decided what to do with his future and we started with our main plot. Also special thanks to grandprincessanastasiaromanov5, and the Guest (you know you are meant ;D) who encouraged me to go on with the story.
I hope you liked the chapter, because it was a spontaneous decision to write the complete chapter today.
Please review and tell me your opinion.
-TheTenggi