So, I feel the need to tell you this, but I definitely won't be posting a new chapter every day. I just post once I write the chapter. I have a whole cycle of stories that I update in a specific order. So…yeah. Thanks!

Chapter two! Hehehe, okay, here I go.

Disclaimer: HTTYD does not belong to me.

"Kika, you have to wake up," Hiccup whined, shaking my shoulder.

"Pfft, five more minutes," I muttered, rolling over to face the back of the couch.

"Kika," Stoick called, coming into the room. "Get up. Now."

"Fine," I groaned, rolling off the couch and onto the floor, and Hiccup's foot. "Ow…"

"It's what you get for blindly rolling," Hiccup laughed, taking my hand to help me up. "Get ready, we have to be at school in twenty minutes."

"You got it!" I saluted him. "Hey, can I borrow some clothes?"

"Yeah, you know where everything is," he waved me off, pouring himself some cereal. "Do you want Fruity Pebbles of Cocoa Pebbles?" he called as I dug through his drawers for something to wear.

"Fruity!" I replied, holding up a pair of his jeans to my waist. "Do you have a belt?"

"Bottom drawer with my socks!"

I nodded, crouching down and opening the drawer. "Do you have any undershirts?" I asked as I dug for his belt.

"Middle drawer with the rest of my shirts!"

"Do you have a diary?"

"Top drawer with-" he broke off. "Hey!"

"What?" I asked innocently. "You don't have any cool socks!"

"I think you'll be able to stand being boring for a day," he said, and I could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

I shrugged, stripping down and putting his clothes on. I left his room, throwing my clothes in his hamper on my way to the bathroom, where I brushed my hair and teeth. Then I rejoined Hiccup and Stoick in the kitchen, saying, "I'm always amazed with how well your clothes fit me."

"It's because he has a girly physique," Gobber, our gym teacher, said, walking into the house through the backdoor. I'm pretty sure he was Hiccup's uncle or a family friend or something, but I could have been wrong.

"Maybe it's because of your girly physique," I retorted, picking up my bowl of cereal.

He snorted a laugh in response. "Eat up," Stoick commanded. "We head out in five."

"Five what?" I asked. "Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, fortnights, months, years-"

"Minutes, minutes, Kika," he replied.

"How many minutes? One, two, three, four, ten, a thousand-"

"Five."

"Five what? Seconds, minutes-"

"Minutes! Five minutes!"

"Okay, just making sure," I shrugged, shoving a spoonful of cereal in my mouth. "You have to be clear with those kinds of things because if you're not, it makes people confused."

After I finished my cereal, I placed the bowl in the sink, and turned to Stoick as I picked up my backpack. "Could I be principal for a day?" I asked.

A look of horror passed through everyone's faces, for some reason, but disappeared when Stoick said, ever so bluntly, "No."

I pouted. "Fine…Hey, Hic, you ready to go?" I asked, scooping my keys up from the countertop.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I'll ride with Kika today, okay, Dad?"

"Sure, just don't be late," he replied. Hiccup and I headed to the door, but was stopped when Stoick said gently, "And, son, go to conditioning today."

Hiccup turned around quickly. "Really, Dad? You mean it?" he asked.

"Yes, we'll see if you're good enough, and maybe you'll do your old man proud," Stoick replied warmly.

"Ah, thank you, Dad!" Hiccup smiled. "You won't regret it!" he called, rushing out the door.

"Wait for me!" I called, waving goodbye as I followed after Hiccup. Once we were in the car, I turned to Hiccup. "You know why he did that?" I asked.

"Because he's finally going to start believing in me?"

"No, because I talked to him," I replied, starting the car. "You should thank me."

"Pfft, yeah right," he rolled his eyes.

A few minutes of silence passed. "So, do you really have a diary?" I asked. He shot me a look.

… … … … … … …

"Hey, you ready?" I asked, walking next to Hiccup as he walked towards the football field where the other players were stretching.

"As ready as I'll ever be," he replied, his voice shaky as he took a deep breath.

"Just chill," I told him. "You're smaller than all of them so, theoretically, you're faster than them too."

"Theoretically?" he asked. "It sounds like you have no faith in me at all!"

"Well ever since we first met, you've been kind of a wimp," I shrugged.

"Thanks…thanks…" he sighed, shaking his head before jogging out onto the field.

"Go, Hiccup!" I cheered. "You can do it!"

I sat on the lowest row on the bleachers, watching them stretch.

… … … … … … …

Well, Hiccup might have been the smallest, but he was most certainly not the fastest. Even Fishlegs, his real name's Kevin, but he has very…fish-like legs I guess, so everyone just calls him that. He doesn't really seem to mind. What was I saying? Oh, yeah! Even Fishlegs outran him by, like, a mile! Hiccup's chances of getting on the football team were looking slimmer and slimmer as each exercise passed.

The whistle was blown, signaling the end of conditioning for the day, and Hiccup limped over to where I was sitting. "Hey, champ," I greeted.

"Hey, Kika," he replied, lacking his usual luster.

"I thought you did good," I told him.

"It's 'well,' and you saw me out there, I was trampled," he deadpanned. "On multiple occasions."

"You did better than I would've done."

"I doubt that," he groaned, plopping down next to me. "You can run a mile in less than six minutes. I could barely run one in half an hour." He sighed. "I've decided…"

"Hmm?"

"Call your brother."

I shrugged. "Will do," standing up, I held out my hand to him. "I'm giving you a lift home?"

"Yeah, thanks," he replied, taking my hand and standing up. "I'm going to be so sore in the morning."

"You look like you're very sore right now," I replied.

"Thank you for pointing out the obvious."

I opened my mouth to respond, but was cut off by my phone ringing. I held up my finger, answering my phone. "Talk to me," I commanded.

"Kika, where have you been?"

"Mother, I texted you yesterday. I was at a friend's."

"Why didn't you come home?" she demanded.

"It seems as though I've come down with a bad case of the Hiccups," I replied, sending a wink to my friend. "Anyways, I'm coming home right after I drop Hiccup off at home. See you then, love you, bye!"

"A bad case of the hiccups?" he asked. "You couldn't get a more original response?"

"No, I like puniffying your name."

"Is that even a word?" he asked, opening the passenger side door.

"No, probably not, but who cares?" I shrugged, starting the car.

There you go! Chapter two! Aahhhh!

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Vee