A/N: Hey everyone, I'm back with chapter 2. So at the end of this chapter if you would be so kind as to review and tell whether or not you care if this story is continued that would be great. I find no point in continuing if absolutely no one wants to read it anyways.

Oh, and I'd like to thank Doomsday BeamXD, The-Fantastic-Story-Writer, Guest, and Izzywing for their reviews, and ADAMalchemist for his support and making sure whatever I post isn't just awful.

Also, in case it wasn't already extremely obvious, I am not Cressida Cowell nor and I Dreamworks, so I do not own these characters. Just feel like I should put that at least once…..

Hiccup glanced down at his watch as he ran through the building, shoes hitting the ground and echoing with each step, and sweat starting to bead on his forehead. 7:59am. He had one minute to get to class before the professor would lock the door on him. He needed to get to room 526, but he was only at 507. Fortunately he didn't have to worry about dodging other people as the narrow hallway was deserted.

'Come on, come on!' Hiccup thought to himself as he used his last bit of morning energy to add a little burst of extra speed and literally slide through the doorway as his professor was about to close and lock it.

"Impressive form Mr. Haddock," Professor Jacobs said with a smile. "However perhaps leaving the house a few minutes earlier would be easier? Unless you enjoy a little anxiety with your cardio, or enjoy performing your rendition of the electric slide?"

Hiccup couldn't help but chuckle. Professor Jacobs was strict but amusing. He was one of the reasons that Hiccup loved this course so much. You know, other than the material. And speaking of the material, Hiccup perked up even more when he heard what they would be covering today.

Hiccup was walking to his seat in the back row when Professor Jacobs stated, "and today, class, we will be covering the Viking period. Now, who can tell me the time period during which the Vikings lived?"

Class continued on as usual. And as usual, Hiccup was the only one who had done any of the readings, so he was the one answering most of the questions. In the end the two hours passed a little faster than he would have liked. Especially now that he couldn't look forward to a class he would like until the end of the day. Well, a class he liked for the material anyways.

Next up Hiccup had to get half way across campus to his Design Studio class. While Hiccup technically did choose architecture for himself, he really didn't have much of a choice. His mother had made his father promise to make sure he got a post-secondary education (probably the only reason Stoick was paying for it in the first place), but Stoick had told Hiccup he would only pay for a degree he considered respectable. Hiccup considered just not getting a degree, but he didn't want to go against his mother's wishes, and he definitely couldn't afford a degree himself. Hiccup chose architecture because it seemed the least boring to him. Plus it gave him a chance to work his creative muscle a little.

Design studio was the closest thing that Hiccup generally got to social interaction with people around his age, since a lot of the time it was group work. Hiccup had to admit though, while he generally wasn't a fan of group work, this group assignment wasn't as bad as the others, mostly because he had Jason Anderson as his partner. Jason was tall, had blonde, medium length hair, and muscles that weren't obscenely large but not small enough that you could miss them if you weren't looking. Basically, to Hiccup, he was really good looking. Whenever Hiccup saw him he had to put extra effort into making sure he didn't turn into a puddle of blubbering mush with a face brighter than a stop sign.

Hiccup sat down at his drafting table and within a few seconds Jason had taken the seat next to him.

"Hey Hiccup. I brought the drafting paper today so that we can get started on the basic design. I don't know about you, but I'm really excited to get started on this," Jason said, grinning from ear to ear.

Since they were first years the assignment wasn't too hard. Design the layout and exterior of a simple single family home. The requirements included a two car attached garage, either three or four bedrooms, at least two bathrooms, and a finished basement. Anything else was left up to the students. Normally Hiccup wouldn't care and would let his partner do all the work since his designing preferences lay with smaller gadgets and inventions rather than full blown architecture, however Jason LOVED architecture and Hiccup desperately wanted to be on his good side.

"Great, so why don't we do a little brainstorming first?" Hiccup asked, trying to hide the dreaminess in his voice as best he could.

"Great idea! So I was thinking a basic bungalow, but since there were no restrictions on the lot size, I was thinking we could try something cool by putting the garage in the back and having the driveway loop around the house."

"Interesting ideas," Hiccup said, "but what about this." Hiccup knew he couldn't just agree with absolutely everything Jason said; that might arouse suspicion. He grabbed a pencil and started a rough sketch. "I was thinking something a little grander, especially if you were going to do something as unique as the garage at the back. What if we did a two story house, with a front balcony and a balcony on the second level right above it as well," Hiccup suggested. "That way the front of the house looks really nice and gives an even better reason to have the garage at the back."

"Actually, I really like that idea," Jason replied while stroking his chin. "But the balcony on the second level, how is it going to be supported?"

"With columns here," Hiccup started while drawing in a quick column, "and here."

"That looks amazing Hiccup, you're incredible!" Jason said whole looking over the rough sketch. "But since we are going to keep the garage at the back actually I think we should keep the front yard really small by placing the house close to the curb. Otherwise the driveway will be insanely long."

Hiccup had stopped paying attention after the "you're incredible!" He probably wouldn't have been able to hear anything anyways since most of his energy went into making sure his face didn't look like a tomato from the compliment, or at least hiding it from Jason. It took him a few minutes before he was sure all the heat had left his face, and in that entire period of time all he had been giving to Jason was affirmative mumbles every now and again even though he had no idea what he was saying.

'Way to possibly blow it,' Hiccup thought to himself. For all Hiccup knew Jason could have just said that they should turn it into a condo complex or actually build a model and blow it up with dynamite.

The class continued on and by the time the class ended it was 2pm. Why the studio was four hours long when all they did was work on assignments that were given in thirty seconds was a mystery to Hiccup. But part of their mark was attendance for the WHOLE period, so he stayed every time. At least he and Jason got pretty much the whole assignment done. Jason had agreed to take it home and put on the finishing touches.

Between 2 and 6pm was Hiccup's massive gap in his schedule. He knew he could go home, but what would the point be? There was nothing for him to do there and all it meant was running the risk of bumping into his father and having yet another awkward conversation. So Hiccup did what he always did during this gap; he went to the nearest McDonalds, had a late lunch, and walked around lower Manhattan.

It was 5:30 when Hiccup walked into the classroom that would hold his History of Organized Crime class at 6. His walk had been the same as always, boring and uneventful. Well, as uneventful as lower Manhattan can be at the beginning and middle of the afternoon rush. To most it would have been plenty exciting with all the people and cars around, but Hiccup had seen it all before. Kind of like how he got no thrill when he saw the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty or any of those other buildings the tourists all fawned over.

Hiccup just doodled on some spare paper as the rest of the class and eventually the professor came in. Once again it was Professor Jacobs, possibly the only other person on the planet that had an interest in the histories of both northern Europe and organized crime. Yes they were both history, but those two exact subjects? What were the odds?

After Professor Jacobs put down his bag, he walked over to the door and started staring at his watch. Sure enough, the second the clock hit 6 o'clock the door was shut and locked. The professor hadn't walked two steps before all anyone in the room heard was the sound of a body crashing into the door and some muffled foul language coming from the other side.

Professor Jacobs, unfazed by the incident, simply glanced at the door then turned to Hiccup and said, "well Haddock, that was almost you this morning, wasn't it?"

Hiccup couldn't help but smile, and that smile only grew larger again when Professor Jacobs said that he had some newspaper articles on the Fire Breathers gang that they would be looking at.

8 o'clock rolled around, and Hiccup's day of classes drew to a close. As he packed up his books, he glanced down at his watch, already knowing to expect a text message any second now.

Beep beep, beep beep.

"Yup, right on time." Hiccup said to himself. He already knew what it would say. He read it anyways so that his phone wouldn't keep beeping with the reminder.

"I have Gobber and the car tonight. Take the subway." That was it. No asking how he was, no see you tonight, nothing that may signify any type of friendliness. But Hiccup was used to that by now. This text message came every time Stoick said he was "working late", and that was pretty much every night. With a sigh he started his trek to the Bleeker Street subway station.

When he arrived, he walked down the stairs and into the station, wondering with a grimace what exactly that grey stuff hanging on the ceiling was. He paid his fare and immediately made his way down to the platform. Hiccup knew he could either take the 4 train or the 6 train to Grand Central Subway station at 42nd street to get back home to the condo on East 39th Street. The 6 train arrived first, and although it was the local, Hiccup decided to take it. He figured he would take it to 33rd Street station and just walk from there. He was in no rush to get home, and it was a nice evening, so why not? Little did he know just how much that decision would affect his life.

Hiccup exited the train at 33rd Street station, but came to the surface closer to East 32nd Street. He decided to take East 32nd east to 3rd Avenue, then up to East 39th Street; it was the same route he took almost every time he took the 6 train instead of the 4 train. He had only made it half a block before his "routine" was shattered. Voices were coming from the alley just ahead.

"I'm sorry, I don't have the money! But please, I just need some more time!" a panicked, male voice said.

Hiccup knew from just that line that something was off. This wasn't just some mugging, this was serious. As much as he wanted to run, this sounded like it may be the mob at work (I mean come on, that line practically screams stereotypical mob shakedown). So he just pushed himself up against the building and listened.

"You've had lots of time! This is the third time you are late this month! Something must be done." another voice said, clearly angry, but managing to stay surprisingly calm at the same time.

"I'll do anything! Please!"

"I'm afraid I have no choice."

"No, NO!"

The next thing Hiccup heard were two gun shots, a man's painful screaming, sobs, and footsteps coming his way.

"You're lucky you're not dead, next time have the money! And don't try to hide again; clearly I can find you."

Ok, so the man wasn't dead. That was good. But Hiccup would be if he didn't hide soon. If the shooter saw someone running down the street he would know that that person had overheard and possibly even seen the exchange, so that was out of the question, but there was nowhere nearby to hide. It didn't matter though, because before Hiccup could think anything else the man came out from the alley.

Hiccup couldn't stop himself from staring. The man was drop dead gorgeous. Black Armani suit; dark, long, straight hair; tanned skin that even in the dark light you could tell was what most people would call olive; and muscles you could see even beneath the suit. It was then that it struck Hiccup exactly who this was. He recognized him from pictures on his father's desk and down at the station. From the pictures in the newspaper articles he saw in class. He was looking at Toothless, a notorious member of the Fire Breathers gang. He couldn't believe how cool it was that he was so close to a member of the mob. Unfortunately, Hiccup didn't realize until it was too late that he had gasped, and Toothless looked right at him.

"Oops," was all Hiccup had time to think before Toothless had him pinned to the wall.

"What did you see?" Toothless demanded, a scowl evident on his face and an angry tone in his voice.

"N-nothing." Hiccup stuttered, his heart pounding and eyes wide. Technically it was the truth, he didn't SEE anything. But that wasn't where Hiccup's mind was, however. He was just trying not to lose his composure to fear, and trying especially hard not to focus on the gun in the hand Toothless wasn't using to keep him elevated and against the building.

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

Toothless was silent for a moment, so all Hiccup could hear was the other man from before crying in pain from the alley. Then, suddenly, the last thing Hiccup thought would happen happened. Toothless put him down.

"Alright. See you around." That was all Toothless said before he turned around, got into his car, and sped off. Hiccup would have sworn he saw a wink, but it was too dark to tell for sure.

Hiccup waited for the car to turn the corner before he continued along the road, in the same direction Toothless sped off. What? He couldn't help it if Toothless went in the same direction as his condo. His breathing was still heavy and his heart pounding, but he managed to walk in a straight line at least. And as he walked he only had two things on his mind: Toothless saying "see you around", and don't look down the alley. Hiccup knew he could probably help the poor man still crying out since he knew first aid, but if he helped the man Toothless may find out, and if he was serious with that "see you again" that may not be the best idea.

A/N: Well hello again everyone! So I'll get straight to it. Two things. One, while I'm not sure if there are any examples in this chapter, I would like to say I do know how to spell. If you see a word spelled differently than you would normally see it, it may be because I am Canadian and some words are spelled differently in Canadian English when compared to American English, British English, or any other form of the English language. Second, judging by the response to the first chapter, there are a few people I believe that would like to see this story continued. However, I just want to double check that I didn't ruin it for all of them with this chapter XD. So, if you could be so kind as to tell me if you would still like to see this story continued in a review that would be great! (Sorry ADAMalchemist, your vote doesn't count XD)(And I promise my A/Ns will get shorter after this!)