When Hiccup was seven he had a best friend named Jack who he went to the park and had Oreo eating contests with. Though like with all good things something bad ruined it. His Jack, seven year old Jack who played dragons with him in the attic even though the bigger boys teased him, got taken away. Because Jack fell on the ice one winter, hit his head on the ground and got amnesia and forgot who Hiccup was. He was the one who got shouted at by Jacks mother, blamed, for years Hiccup had believed he was the reason Jack moved to Lapland. He was the one who had lost the only person he ever could have turned to when his mother passed away to cancer.

He would never see Jack again, never know how Jack had grown up, he'd be alone for the whole of high school. Shoved into lockers and have his books stolen. Though for someone reason brunette Jackson Overland had stayed in his head, he'd pretended that's where Jack had run away to, though somewhere over time he'd started to really believe it. It started small, he'd have conversations with the Jack in his head, tell the Jack in his head everything that upset him or exited him, made him cry or made him laugh. He just never stopped talking, eventually blocking out reality in favour of his imagination. That's why they thought he was mad. He wasn't. Not mad. Just lonely. Just conpensating.

At his High School there was a class for the 'special' students. The ones who were 'different' or 'unstable' or just not understood. It was the place he knew he would hate more than anything. More than being at home with his father. Now he was a man who misunderstood. He just didn't understand his love of Dragons, his love for boys. Didn't believe when he said he wasn't insane. His father was too upset to even acknowledge that anyway. Instead of leaving his son to talk to a boy in his head he hadn't seen in years, he should been there to hold him, to comfort him.

All he had to think about now though was getting out of bed.

So as slowly as he could muster he peeled the cover off of his sweat coated body. Rolled clumsily off the edge of the bed and onto his clothes covered floor. Then he walked towards the bathroom. When he reached the bathroom he picked up his necklace. It was a viking helmet; a gift from his mother long ago. He twisted it around seven times. Seven for the number of years he'd been physically with out Jack.

'So Jack. What mood do you reckon Dad will be in?' He was met with silence.

He placed the necklace back onto the side of the sink.

'Yeah, depends on how much he's drunk doesn't it?'

He pulled down his boxers. Then put the shower on the highest heat it would go. He washed himself slowly, carefully going over all the tiny pink scars littering his arms and his chest. Each tiny one represented a moment it had all got too much. Ten minutes later he stepped out and towel dried his body. Putting on a way too big green shirt. It actually looked more like a tunic the way it hung off his body. Then slipped on some of the tightest jeans he could find. Making his way back into his room he gathered up the things he needed for school and stuffed them into his bag. Finally tip toeing down stairs.

'Hiccup.'

Hiccup froze and turned around facing his father who was sitting at the kitchen table. His bushy bears looking scraggy and untidy, his t-shirt covered in stains and a bottle of pills in his hand.

'Where did you find them?' Hiccup asked. His voice was void of emotion his posture straightning one hand digging around in his backpack for his phone. He dialled 999 as soon as he switched on the screen. Glad his phone had an emergency call option.

'Hello, what service do you require?'

'Yeah. This is Hiccup Haddock, my dad overdosed and I need an ambulance.'

'Okay and what's the address?'

'Fifty five Beech Close.' With that he hung up and chucked his phone back in his bag. He walked over to Stoick and forced the pills from his hand and chucked them in the bin. He turned around and glared at the man.

'Just don't die.' He kicked the chair as he walked past and slammed the door on his way out. Then trudged to school.

He liked the journey, he had to walk far, but on winter mornings it was peaceful as the other kids got lifts from their parents. He never paid attention to the outside world too focused on paying attention to having a conversation with Jack. So when he bumped into somebody he paid no mind until he fell to the floor and hit his head.

'Oh my god. I'm so sorry.' Exclamied a voice. Hiccup looked up and saw a man. With snow white hair. His eyes were so blue and reminded Hiccup off the ocean. He had a piercing on his eyebrow. He looked like an angel.

'Is this heaven?' He mumbled. The taller boy had crouched beside him and looked at him with his eyebrows raised.

'Pardon?' The other man replied. Hiccup laughed and asked Jack in his head what he thought of this man.

'Yeah I agree.' Hiccup watched the guy, the white haired man looked nervous now. Then seemingly searched Hiccup for something.

'What's your name?'

'Hiccup.' Hiccup looked around. He really needed to get to school.


I'm British that's why it's 999. I do not own RoTG or HTTYD.