Chapter 1: Introduction

Hiccup

The wind breezed pass me as I walked down the black tar road, as 'Come As You Are' blasted in my earphones. Berkian cold tickled my skin, making the hair on my skinny body stand up to keep internal temperature regulated. The lack of clouds in the sky had the sun shining down onto the horizon unobstructed had forced me to narrow my eyes into a squint but it did not take away the small smile that my lips had formed. Any place in the Archi rarely has clear days in a year, especially when the summer had just ended.

2003. That year Beyoncé released her debut album. That coin-named rapper from America released an album that topped Billboard 200, and England was frenzying over some young Portuguese player becoming Manchester United's No. 7; Berserk City Furies had just secured their fifth Archi Rugby Championship title right before summer

I felt my smile drop a little. Summer of 2003 just ended. My eyes refocused on the road ahead and my brain recalled I was heading back to Berk High. The white building was just visible and about another minute walk, but the sight of a big silhouette caught my attention.

Is that Fishlegs?

Cycling closer to the husky figure whose back was facing me, the small and short legs hinted to me it was indeed Francis 'Fishlegs' Inger dozing off walking his way to school. Everyone has a fat guy in a story, and Fishlegs is our fat guy in this story.

Veering the bicycle closer to the big soft blonde, I stretched my right arm out just as I passed him, pushing the sleepy figure onto the red car just beside him.

"Argh! For real Hiccup? Not cool at all!"

Oh right, where are my manners? My name's Harrison Haddock. Everyone calls me Hiccup. Don't know why. Don't care. Never did. Never will. It's probably because some idiot said I looked like that scrawny Viking Chief – Hiccup Horrible Haddock the Third? Or is it Hilarious? Who cares? – and I'm part of the royal line.

A loud laugh escaped my throat as I unplugged the left side of my earphones, turning it around to see Fishlegs trying to stop the car sirens from blaring continuously. But knowing the gentle nerd giant, he probably would suffer a panic attack or get into trouble before he achieves anything. My ears caught heard of a chuckle and I turned my head to see a guy of Sami descent with black hair tied to a ponytail.

"You lot sure know how to cause trouble, don't you now?"

"Save it, Eretson." A playful scowl had formed around my face. I noticed Fishlegs trying to calm himself at the corner of my eyes.

"Yeah," Fishlegs started protesting, "Blame this oversized mop of messy hair for fuck's sakes."

Ignoring Fishlegs, I did a quick look at Eret from top to bottom immediately focusing my eyes on a hot dog in his right hand, and my reflexes kicked in.

"Hey!" Eret's eyes open wide in shock. "That's my Thor-damned breakfast!"

I pretended like he wasn't around, and started inspecting the hotdog. "Too short." I turned to face him as I grabbed a bite. "You sure you didn't castrate yourself?"

"Real fucking funny, Haddock." The muscular guy rolled his eyes before nodding his head in the school's direction. "Let's get going, shall we?"

We nodded, and then made our way to the long-dreaded white building. It wasn't long before we heard the voices of students. One really annoyed and angry voice stood out.

"When did yer mother last feed you? Get going now! Bell's about to ring!"

"Bloody Helheim! Is that a boner?"

"Haddock! Yer better get that oversized mop cut soon!"

I let out a huff. Savage the Prefect (questionable with his language) always picked on the students he deemed that brought him trouble. And apparently, I'm always on his to-pick-on list.

"Seriously, Hiccup," Fishlegs began. "You gotta stop doing that."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Do what?"

"Snatching food and shoving us. In the bloody morning. We're in Form 5 now."

"So?"

"That means we're sixteen."

"So?"

Before Fishlegs could come up with a reply, my head registered a sudden shock at the back of my head, and I let out a soft "Ow!". The three of us turned to see a rather short but stout guy smirking at us.

"Still couldn't catch a ball now eh cuz?"

"Motherf-" I uttered out before recognizing the "cuz" and the short stuff standing in front of us, and I swore Fishlegs was smirking at me getting a taste of my own medicine. "Scrote-lout. It's fucking 7 a.m. and you're already being a jackass."

Scrote-lout, or more commonly known as Sebastian 'Snotlout' Jorgenson, is my cousin – Thor save my pure soul – and part of our group of friends. His smug didn't wipe off, instead it grew wider.

"Ya know?" He said as his left hand fished into his pocket while making his way to us. "I got myself a Rare 'Hookfang' card from the Dragons Pack yesterday."

A yellow card with the picture of a red dragon and long neck with curvy black horns was shoved into my face, and I quickly grabbed it to have a proper look. The words RARE and HOOKFANG were in bold green letters.

"Show off," I muttered under my breath. Snot wrapped his right arm around my shoulder

"You could always trade 'Toothless' for 'Hookfang'. You know I've always wanted a Legendary card."

"No way."

"Oh? Piss off then." He said as he grabbed his card away from me.

We walked to class, located a good 2 floors up while discussing topics from summer holidays to Eret's bad choice of breakfast. When we reached our classroom, Snotlout opened the door only to be greeted by a bucket landing on his head.

"Loki'd!" two students, twins, walked out cheering happily at getting a victim from their pranks.

"Ruff? Tuff? I thought you blasted yourselves." nonchalance laced my voice. Everyone in class got used to the twins – Rachel 'Ruffnut' and Terrence 'Tuffnut' Thorston – pranking people, even teachers. It's a miracle they never got kicked out.

"Ahem."

The six of us turned around to see a girl in gold hair tied to a ponytail standing behind us, a less-than-pleased look on her face. She wore a blue hoodie and black jeans, a red bag slung over her right shoulder. My face turned into a scowl the moment I recognized her.

"ASTRID! BABE!" Snotlout broke the silence, the bucket still on his head. "Miss me?"

He received punched in both his face and the bucket as a reply. Astrid just walked past him as he landed on his butt yelping 'MOMMY!', giving Ruffnut a slight nod and ignoring the rest of us.

"Hey, Ruff."

Astrid Hofferson. Top in class. Honour student. Taekwondo expert. Blah blah blah. Did I mention Snotlout and Eret son of Eret has a thing for her? No? They do. There I said it. I swear I don't get what Snotlout and Eret see in her.

Rolling my eyes in disgust, I walked over to a seat at the back of the class with Tuffnut and Snotlout, while the teacher and other students entered the room. Fishlegs, Ruffnut and Eret had probably sat in the middle of the class. Fishlegs and Eret want to listen to the class. Ruff sits with Astrid, they're buddies. Always have been.

You see. That's the problem. Class is so boring for Snot, Tuff and I. I don't even understand how does one pay attention to boring classes like Chemistry, History, Maths, ENGLISH. Why do we need a written exam about English? I'll never understand the education system here. Anyway, to prevent ourselves from dying off boredom on the first day at school, we had to find ways to entertain ourselves.


Next time on Crushing on You: "I've handled many students, never have I met sick students like you. Perverts."


A/N: Hey guys. Yea so in this chap Hiccup rants a lot. I'm trying to have him acting like a 16-years-old with a terrible attitude, and that's how's my friends and I acted when we were that age. So bear with me for now, please. The gang curses a lot too, but the cursing and rants may stop eventually. These guys will be OOC cause it's a modern AU

Also, I'm shifting between Hiccup's POV and a Normal Third Person POV. It'll be mentioned at the starting of each chapter. there may be POV shifts in the chapters themselves, but you'll be informed too. (Hiccup for Hiccup's POV and 3rd for Third Person POV).

Don't forget to R&R :)

- LaidEffect