Here is chapter two. The last chapter had a few errors. Sorry about that. I missed those.

PLEASE READ: I am going to be using an older Hiccup, but he is just going to as awkward and covered with freckles as he was when he was young. I guess in a way he is an AU Hiccup. If you have any questions just let me know.

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Warning: Really bad viking accent that pops up randomly when Stoick is talking. I just can't do accents.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third! Get yer arse down here and into the car!" The large, burly man bellowed. "We are all packed and set to go!"

Said boy was currently standing in what is now his 'old bedroom' since it was no longer his. He lingered a bit longer then turned and left, closing the room door behind him. He made his way down the stairs and out the front door, glancing back to the kitchen and sweeping his eyes across whatever his eyes could soak in. He was going to miss it here. This house held so many memories for him and he wasn't ready to let go of them.

"HICCUP!"

Hiccup cringed and silently left the house and trudged to the car. He didn't bother going to the passenger seat as he just wanted to lay down and be left alone. Once he was situated in the back seats, the engine of the car roared to life with loud and unnecessary noises. The car was old, but it still ran fine and Hiccup's father was never one to waste money on things that didn't need to be replaced.

Hiccup's forest green eyes glimpsed at his father in the front seat. The man was large with a beard that could almost be mistaken for some type of animal hanging off his face. Their family came from a linage of Viking, hence why the names were so weird, and it seemed everyone in his family was as large as large came. Everyone except Hiccup. He apparently didn't get the memo when he was inside of his mothers womb that he was supposed to be this big beefy guy with hair that grows every which way. He looked away from his father and put his arms under his head and buried his freckled face in them. The sooner the trip was over the better. The motion of the car and the silent tap of his fathers fingers on the steering wheel lulled him into sleep and a peaceful one.

"Hammond..." Stoick gently shook the boy awake from the front seat. "Hammond wake up." Hiccup groaned and tried to ignore the pestering calls of his father. "Hiccup, if you don't wake up I am going to take your workshop room and turn it into hunting room."

After hearing the not so idle threat he sat up, glaring at his father. "Dad, my workshop is more important than your stupid deer heads and guns." Stoick huffed and pointed up to the house. Hiccup hunched over and leaned over the front seats. "It's a townhouse? Then how the heck are there four bedrooms? I thought they were supposed to be small."

Stoick ignored the complaints of his son and got out of the car, leading the men into the house while giving out orders. Hiccup frowned. He had never seen the house and he wasn't too keen on the idea of a townhouse. On the bright side, his dad had promised him a room to set up his workshop so he could continue to work on his inventions. He slipped out of the car, and looked around. It was almost dark out and the skies were grey and gloomy. Fit his mood perfectly. Maybe if he made a run for it he could make it back to his old house... But he had no idea how to get back and his with his luck he probably get kidnapped or die in the freezing weather. Or most likely, his prosthetic leg would give out and he wouldn't be able get that far. So he instead went inside.

On the inside of his home it was open and there was a lot of space. He really hadn't expected much of it but it truly did surprise him how much space was available. On the first floor was the master bedroom and another guest room. There was also the kitchen, living room and dining room. So he made his way upstairs figuring the other two rooms were up there. But what shocked him was that the upstairs was just a wide open room and a bathroom. Where was the last room? He walked over to the window and opened it, looking for his father below.

"DAD!" He shouted when he saw him assisting with some of the furniture. His father looked up and Hiccup waved. "WHERE IS THE FOURTH BEDROOM?"

Stoick adjusted his hold on one of the chairs he was holding and shouted back, "IT'S THE BASEMENT!"

Hiccup internally cringed, The basement? He was never a fan of them considering half the time horror movies took place in a basement. He grumbled under his breath and made his way back downstairs. It was funny, he hadn't seen a staircase or a door that held a staircase. He walked aimlessly around the house until he spotted his father walking through the front door.

"Dad, where is the basement?" He noticed Stoick had hesitated before he looked up. He continued to make his way to the kitchen where he put down another chair. He started back out the door for more when Hiccup let out a very aggravated sigh. "The basement? It doesn't exist."

Stoick turned and looked at his son, sighing. No longer was he a child, but in fact he was a young man now and even though their relationship was rocky at times, he was still proud of his son. Hiccup had grown much over the past year as he was just a late bloomer. His fragile and tiny son had grown into a young man, standing at about six feet and even though he was still thin, he managed to maintain a decent amount of muscle (thanks to his father's constant remarks about how he was too small for a viking). He ran a hand down his beard and looked at Hiccup.

"It does exist. Ya just can't get to it from inside the house." He pointed to patio door at the end of the kitchen. "It's actually a cellar that was turned into a room. Ya have to go through the cellar doors." Stoick then made his way back to the moving truck.

Hiccup stood still and watched his father leave. He couldn't believe it. A cellar for the other room? That's just perfect. It's was probably musty, and covered with mold with leaky pipes and concrete floors. This was just what he wanted. That's okay... He could probably use the other two rooms instead. He could put his workshop next to his father's bedroom and sleep in the room upstairs. Yeah. There we go.

But...

He might as well just check out the cellar. Before he could make his way over, his father had come back inside with a key. "If you're going to go look, you will need this key to unlock it. It locks from the inside." He placed it in his hand and swiftly returned to the men outside. Hiccup looked down at his hand and grasped the key.

When he got outside he saw the two doors that lead to the 'basement'. He put the key in the lock and heard the click as he turned it. He opened the doors and made his way down the stairs into the dark. The stairs were wooden, he could tell by the sound they made, but not like old wood, the new kind that makes that 'clunk' noise when you step on it and there weren't that many steps for him to have to climb up and down. That was a good sign, he felt along side the stair walls for a light switch and when his fingers brushed one he flipped it.

The room illuminated revealing a rather wide room. Once the stairs ended, plain beige carpet began and spread throughout the room except for in one medium sized section of the room, it was cut out and replaced with flat concrete. So he was right about one part, there was concrete, just not much. It was smoothed over and looked relatively new. It was probably meant for a laundry section. The walls were a bare white which made the room appear blander. He wandered around, noticing how much room there was in it. He came across two doors and he found that one led to a closet and the other full bath. The area overall didn't seem too bad and he rather enjoyed the solitude of it. It would give him a lot of room to put his furniture and he could easily use the concrete section for his workshop. Hiccup knew this could work, he just needed some paint on the walls and maybe some new ceiling tiles...

"It looks much nicer than the picture on the computer." Hiccup jumped and turned around in a defensive stance. Stoick chuckled. "I didn't mean to give ya a fright."

Hiccup quickly went back into his neutral position and rolled off his fathers comment. "I wasn't afraid. I was just caught off guard."

"Of course, son. So, how do you like it? Good enough for ya?" Hiccup nodded and Stoick smiled. "I figured. That's why I bought the house... This room, I thought you may have liked it."

Hiccup smiled and felt pretty happy for once. He knew his dad was trying and that was all that mattered to him. "It needs a little Hiccup flare, but it will work. Thanks, dad." Hiccup looked at the ground then back to his father, biting his lip. He wanted to so badly ask about his mother and if his father told her where they were moving. If he did, he was afraid of the answer though. "Dad, uh... Did you tell mom where we moved?"

Stoick's gaze hardened and Hiccup mentally scolded himself. He should have known better than to ask. Stoick just stood there, without a single word he just shook his head. Suddenly angry, Hiccup couldn't contain it anymore. "But why dad? We know where she is but now she won't know where we are!? How can you just leave her like that!?"

"HAMMOND!" Stoick shouted. His hands were balled and the knuckles were turning white. All blood seemed to have made its way to his face. Hiccup swallowed nervously. "That woman has had no contact with us for almost seven years. She just up and left us with only a address. Has she ever come back? Has she ever written or called us? Was she the one there in the hospital the night of the accident, crying over her comatose sons body? Had she prayed for nights that her only son would live? Hammond, she is not the woman you think she is and she is not coming back. It's best that you forget her. It would be best... If we all forgot her."

Hiccup felt his insides being torn apart. The ache in his amputated leg seemed stronger, but his dad was right. Since the day his mother left, he had always still held hope that maybe she would come back. Even after seven years, he would sometimes sit looking out the window, waiting for her to come back. Now that they moved though, the reality of it was setting in and Hiccup couldn't find the words to speak what he was feeling. He stared at Stoick who seemed just as distressed and hurt as Hiccup. The silence between them felt unbearable but neither could find words to speak. It became just awkward and tense. Finally Stoick cleared his throat.

Stoick gestured to the stairs. "Why don't you go have a look around? It's getting dark but I think you can manage if you just walk around the neighborhood. We'll finish things up here."

Feeling relieved that he didn't have to stay in the thickness of the tension or had to help unpack anything, he hurriedly went out the door, barely managing a 'byethanksdad' before he grabbed a coat and began his journey down the street to clear his head. Stoick watched him leave and thought of the days when everything had been prefect, before his wife had left. He smiled at the memories and then quickly pushed them away. Stoick only hoped that maybe this move would make things a little bit better for his trouble son.

Yay! We learned about Hiccup! Next chapter I think I will keep it on Hiccup's point of view just because I have this story flow thing that I really want to play out. I really want to bring North into it so if you didn't guess it from the last chapter, he was the old man that had greeted Jack from the porch next door. Anyway, there will be more to learn about him, Hiccup, and Jack! Just you wait!

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