Well the last chapter had been happy. So. I guess it's time I went back to miserable Hiccup? Yeah. That's it.

Disclaimer: LOL NOT MINE. NOPE.

-Ash

Chapter 3

No one cared about Hiccup. He felt like he was alone in this world even though he was surrounded by people. Gobber and his father were the only ones who even spoke to him. Well, the only ones who spoke to him decently, that is. But as he got older, he'd noticed that the caring way his father spoke to him, began to fade away. He sat on the porch of his house, staring at the village of Berk in front of him. Why was he even here? No one wanted him. He could run away. He should run away. That's just what the ten year old boy did. He stood from his porch and just ran. Hiccup dashed off into the woods behind his house. He was determined to leave Berk behind him. He hated who he was and it was everyone in Berk's fault. He hoped they felt guilty for it.

Stoick arrived at his home and slowly opened the door, "Hiccup?" No response. "Son?" Nothing. "Hiccup Horrendous! You better answer me!" Once again, nothing. Stoick's heart began to pound. Where was his son? Hiccup was always home by this time. He was never comfortable outside when it got too dark.

The large Viking burst out of his house into the village and immediately confronted the first person he saw, "Have you seen Hiccup?"

The man shook his head, "No. Not since this afternoon when I saw him on the porch."

Stoick nodded, "Thank you. I'll keep asking."

He walked over to the ten-year-old children who had always ignored his son, maybe for once they had talked to him, saw him, anything at all.

Fishlegs glanced around nervously, "Yes chief?"

"Have any of you seen Hiccup?"

Snotlout stuck out his tongue, "No. I never talk to him. I'm ashamed to be related to him."

Stoick glared at the boy for a moment, "Anyone else?"

The twins shook their heads simultaneously, "No."

"Actually..." A small feminine voice spoke. It was Astrid. "I saw him run off into the woods..."

Stoick's heart pounded, "You did?"

"Yeah... he looked really upset too..."

"Why didn't you stop him!"

The young blonde girl shrugged, "I didn't want to get dragged into his business. I figured he was off to some secret place he goes when he's upset."

Stoick didn't have time to deal with the kids at the moment. He had to find his son quickly. With that the large man stormed off into the woods.

Hiccup sat on a large stone and cried. He had his legs pressed to his stomach with his hands and face smothered into his knees. No one would ever like him. No one. Ever. He was scrawny and boney. He was too small to go after a dragon. He was too small to do anything. He was too stupid to do anything right. He wasn't a Viking. He was a Viking wannabe that was failing miserably at life.

The small brunette jumped at the sound of a cracking branch behind him. He turned to see his father standing behind him seeming somewhat angry but also relieved. Hiccup had the nerve to curl back into his small ball and mutter the words, "Go away."

"Son, what's wrong?"

"My life. Everything."

"What do you mean?"

Hiccup snapped his head over in his father's direction, "Stop acting like you don't know what I mean! Everyone hates me! I'm not going back! No matter how much you want me to! That is if you even want me to. Mostly everyone would be thrilled to have me gone. None of them would even care if I were dead. I'm nothing but a nuisance to everyone. They'd throw a party to celebrate the loss of Hiccup the Useless. "

"That's not true..."

"Whatever! I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being born! I'm sorry." The boy's eyes weld with tears again. He couldn't handle it anymore. Hiccup let the tears pour out his eyes once more. Only repeating the words 'I'm sorry' over and over again. He just continued as his father scooped him up in his arms and began to carry him out of the woods. But Hiccup didn't stop his tears or repeating his words. Stoick walked passed the other children with the small crying Hiccup in his arms. The ten-year-olds' eyes were wide as they stared at the poor boy. Had they done that...? His father set him down on the steps in front of the house as he went to find Gobber quickly to watch Hiccup the rest of the night while he talked with some of the citizens in the village about how they've been treating his weak son.

Luckily for Stoick, Gobber was coming towards the home since he heard what had happened. Stoick confronted the man, "Gobber, I need you to watch him tonight. I need to talk to come of the other villagers about this. I need you to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid or drastic again."

Gobber nodded, "I understand."

Hiccup curled into a ball on the porch as Gobber came towards him. Astrid felt a pang of guilt for all this. She dared to speak to him, "Hiccup, are you alright?"

"Leave me alone," Was Hiccup's gurgled replied through tears and his runny nose.

The young blonde girl felt her voice and guilt build in her throat. She felt her heart and stomach with swelling something vile. She'd never felt this bad about anything before. Her breath hitched in her throat, "Hiccup..."

Gobber stopped her before she could continue when he helped Hiccup to his feet, "He asked to be left alone. I suggest you respect his wishes." Gobber's voice didn't seem mean, just calm with a tinge of guilt.

Astrid gripped her elbow tightly, "I'm sorry." She murmured quiet enough for no one but her to hear. This was never going to happen again. No more emotions. If she showed no emotion, that meant she could hurt anyone with her feeling again. She also wouldn't feel this pain again. It wouldn't happen. Not again.

Hiccup was helped into his bed but the boy only stared blankly at the wall. It seemed that creative imagination that ran through his head suddenly stopped. There was no more sign of that sarcastic, snarky, yet sweet and sensitive kid that was there. Just blank beautiful green eyes. They lost all their spark.

"Aye Hiccup... how could you do something so crazy? Do you know what could've been in those woods? Don't you know you could've seriously been hurt?"

"That was the whole idea." His reply was monotone, lifeless.

Gobber was taken back and struggled a moment to catch his voice, "What do you mean?"

"What's the point in even being when there's no one to love you?" His voice still the same as it was before.

He suddenly felt angry with the boy, "Hiccup, how could you think that way? Your father was worried sick! Hel, I was even worried sick about ya when I found out you were missing!"

Hiccup sat up and sneered, "Oh really? Was there anyone else in the village that cared about me being gone? No! There wasn't! I should go somewhere else!"

"Hiccup, that's just because you're you. I tell you what; you come over to my shop everyday. Even when there's a huge crowd of people and it might take you forever to get inside. I want you to work for me all the time. I'll make sure you're never lonely. Hiccup, the way you are makes you, you. There are just others who don't understand you. But, we'll make sure they don't have to. Alright?"

Gobber was actually shocked when he saw the small brunette boy actually nod, "Okay Gobber. I just don't want to be lonely anymore. I miss Mom..."

"Your mother was a kind woman. She cared about you so much. She did anything for you. I wish she was still here for you..."

Hiccup sighed, "Thanks Gobber. I appreciate it."

He nodded to the boy, "Get some rest alright? Start fresh tomorrow morning. Alright? I'll stay here until your father gets home."

Hiccup wobbled his head tiredly, as if it were supposed to be another nod. He shuffled in the blankets and lie down in them. Hiccup fell asleep soon after his head hit the pillow.

After Stoick's return, Gobber confronted the man about how he should treat the poor boy.