"Where's the kid now?" Gobber grumbled, noticing the boys absence. Today he wanted to brush up on Hiccups skills, and maybe pry more questions to him. Gobber was very concerned of Hiccups wellbeing.

The blacksmith waited a few more minutes. Knowing Hiccup would be a while more or wouldn't be showing up, he went back to pounding a badly bent sword back to shape. He still kept looking out the forge window, wishing the kid would show up.

Well, at least one Haddock arrived at the forge. He saw Stoick looking fairly distressed, and almost annoyed. The chief leaned on the forge's big service window, letting out a great breath in disdain.

"Gobber, I talked to him"

The smith lit up at this, but noticed by Stoicks body language it didn't go very well. "What'd he say?" Gobber pushed.

Stoick shook his head a bit. "He asked if he was a burden to me." Gobber frowned.

"So 'e heard?"

Stoick only nodded, running a hand over his face. Gobber put the sword to the side, and came across from Stoick. "Gobber, he was so…so dead inside. It was like looking into a skulls eyes. I didn't know what to do." The chief confessed, deflating. "He just wasn't the same. And he was so…" Stoick groaned and cut himself off. He hated digging up painful memories.

"Prolly all the hate of the village finally breaking him down. Perhaps the lad just needs some support? Fatherly support?" Gobber egged on, as he wiped some dust off the counters of the forge.

"Perhaps"

Gobber frowned a bit, as he finished dusting the counter. Both the Vikings were quiet for a moment.

"I have to help Mulch and Bucket put up a new pen for the yaks" Stoick announced, and started to walk off.

"Remember Stoick, fatherly support!" Gobber yelled after him, before returning to his work. He let out a long kept sigh, wondering how Hiccup had even lasted this long. He may be weak physically, but at least he was strong mentally.

He hoped.

O-o-O

Hiccup didn't return to the village until the sun set. He really didn't want to come back, but he didn't feel like being scolded for wandering off today. His stomach complained about all his missed meals, and Hiccup had to agree to feed himself. He hadn't had breakfast or lunch yet.

He entered the mead hall, which was bustling about with Vikings. The warm torch light and smell of cooked fish should've been comforting, but really it wasn't to him. He found the laughter and soft murmur of conversations a bit annoying. Probably because he was jealous of everyone else's happy lives.

The boy sat at an empty table far in the corner. He picked at his roasted cod and grainy bun, despite his growing hunger. His eyes flicked up to the center of the great building, where his father was sitting and laughing. Obviously sharing and listening to stories from the other villagers. He looked over to the teens, all gathered at one table.

They were cheering while Astrid and Snotlout had an arm wrestling match. Astrid seemed to be bored, her arm perfectly straight and unwavering. Snotlout was putting his whole weight on the girls arm, struggling to slam it on the table.

Hiccup glared a bit before turning back to his own table. Only the knots in the wood stared back at him, worn down over years upon years of use. He then rolled his eyes, thoughts becoming bitter. Why would he need any friends? All the kids on the island were stupid anyways.

No one wants to be around him anyways. It's basically social suicide. Scowling, he ferociously dug into his meal. Now the grumbles of his stomach faded, and he quickly got up and almost ran out the door.

He was fed up with everything. The village, his dad…they all seemed to infuriate him in some way. He felt like some kind of bomb, feeling like he could blow up at any time with all his knotted feelings. Pulling at his hair, he stomped through the quiet village and up to his house.

Once inside, he threw some logs on the fire in the middle of the room, not really caring for once about the hot sparks that burnt his fingers. During his romp, he accidently knocked over several baskets of food. He watched apples, oats, dried yak meat and others tumble from the crunched baskets and roll out onto the floor.

Letting out a deep breath, he didn't bother to pick anything up. He was feeling defiant for some reason. So he stormed up the stairs and slammed his door shut, and collapsed on his bed.

"What is wrong with me?!" He whispered. He looked to his burnt fingers, then to the drawings on his wall. All week he could only draw angry faces, and fire. There were sadder drawings, but he always ripped them up and they were a mess of paper on the floor. The wall across from his even had a small hole in it, from two days ago when he couldn't contain his anger and he stabbed the wall. The dagger was on the floor below, where he had dropped in shock.

Hiccup sat up. He blankly stared forward for a while. "Am I insane?" He blurted, eyes widening. It would explain many things, but…he didn't really want to be insane all that much.

His hands fisted at his sides, nails splitting his palms skin. He squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to calm his hurricane of thoughts. Right when he was about to calm down, he heard the door downstairs open and close.

"Hiccup!" His dad called, anger clear in his tone. Hiccup felt himself almost snarl. He walked to his door, and peeked from behind it.

His dad saw him, and looked pointedly at the mess on the ground, and the coal that had tumbled from the fireplace when Hiccup had dumped the wood on it. "This is unacceptable. Clean it up now." Stoick growled.

Hiccup glared right back at the chief with his sullen eyes. "…no" He protested. The chief paused for a moment.

"What was that?" He asked, staring his son down. The fishbone of a boy did not waver under his fathers look. Instead he pursed his lips and slowly shut the door to his room, completely annoying his dads shouts at him through the wood. He covered his ears and leaned against the door, trying to block out the world entirely.

Hiccup was so tired of being depressed. He was tired of always having to hide his emotions. Most of all, he was tired of his dads carelessness towards him, and unfaithfulness. Growling as he dad started pounding on the door, he reached up and held the knob so his dad couldn't turn it.

"Go away!" He screamed.

"Just let me in son!" Stoick hollered back.

Hiccup paused for a moment. Gulping, he shakily replied…

"I can't."

O-o-O

Annnnd I think he's officially lost his head. I say it's mostly Stoicks fault. Oh Berk, you're in for a beating, that's for sure. Just wait until Hiccup meets Toothless…

Holy buttons! (I don't even know) thanks for all the followers and favs! You guys are amazing! I never knew how many people wanted to see Hiccup slowly slip into insanity and rage. Geez. Well I guess I can't judge because I'm the one writing it…hm. I hope ye liked this chapter as much as the first two! Things start getting loopy next chapter…. Let me know how you liked it with a nice review ^-^

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