Here I am! The delay in chapters in due to a rude guest reviewer (no offense) who demanded a new chapter when I didn't want to write it as I have already told you I will update after I update the four other stories I'm writing now. It's a cycle. Don't get mad if I don't update in two days! I'm not writing four chapters for four different stories in two days! Deal with it.

Disclaimer: HTTYD…not mine, sorry…

As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed a different car parked where my car usually goes. I shrugged it off, taking the spot next to it, parking. I grabbed my backpack from the backseat and hopped out of the car, locking the doors before walking up the steps. I wasn't shocked to find the door unlocked, since my mother usually lost her keys. "I'm home~" I sang, throwing my bag on the ground where the shoes go.

"Is that my precious little sister?" an excited voice exclaimed from the kitchen.

"I'm not little!" I called back, taking off my shoes as my brother walked into the living room.

"You'll always be my little sister, Candy Cane," he hummed, wrapping me in a bone crushing hug.

"No, no, I'll always be your younger sister," I replied, pushing away from him. "How've you been?"

"Pretty good, pretty good," he shrugged. "Can't complain. How was your day?"

"Eh, it was a day," I replied. "Hey, big bro, can I ask you for something?"

He laughed. "Not even here for fifteen minutes and you're already asking for a favor?" he chuckled. "Maybe, I don't know."

"I have this friend," I said.

Adam held up his hand. "Say no more, little sister, say no more. When you like a guy, it's best to just tell him your feelings," he said, sounding like he was explaining everything I needed to know. "Don't play all that 'he should ask me out/he should kiss me first' crap. Just do it."

"That's not what I was going to ask," I deadpanned.

"Oh," he paused. "Then…go on."

I shook my head, laughing. "Like I was saying, I have this friend, and he's kind of a loser. His dad's the principal at B.A., and has real high hopes for him, so I was wondering if you could teach him how to play…football?"

The smile fell off of his face, and he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turned to the side. "Look, Kika…" he started. "You know I don't…"

"Adam-" I started.

"No, no, listen," he demanded. "I don't play anymore. You know that! I'm done with football, Kika."

I whined, slumping my shoulders. "But there's this girl he likes, and he can't impress her if he's a loser!"

"I said no, Kika."

"Come on, just-"

"Kalika!" he snapped. I shut my mouth, feeling a pout form on my lips and my eyes started to water.

"Fine," I sighed glumly. "I never ask you for anything. I just thought…" I trailed off, running a hand through my hair. "Whatever…"

"Kalika, don't try to guilt me into changing my mind," he pleaded.

"No, no," I waved him off. "You said no, and no means no, especially when you're crushing people's dreams and ruining your little sister's view on how smart and caring and giving her big brother is…"

He sighed in defeat. "Okay, okay!" he said. "I'll do it, alright? Every day before school and on weekends at nine. Happy?"

I smiled, jumping up to hug him. "Thank you! You're the best!" I cried.

"Yeah, yeah," he laughed, putting his arms around me. "Go call your friend and tell him to rest up, training starts tomorrow at five o'clock sharp."

"Okay, thank you," I grinned, pulling away to go call Hiccup. "I love you! I'll make you some rice pie! Promise!"

"Yeah, I'll hold you to that," he called, going back to the kitchen. "Cocoa?"

"Yes please!"

In my room, I let out an excited giggle, pulling out my phone and dialing Hiccup's number. I waited. Ring…ring….ring

Ring…ring…ri-

"Hello?" Hiccup say, holding the first syllable slightly longer than needed.

"Aha," I let out, trying to style my laugh.

"Kika, are you okay? Are you having an allergic reaction or something? Do I need to call an ambulance?" he asked.

"NYERHAHERHER!" I let out before slapping my hands over my mouth.

"Nope, you're just laughing," he sighed. "What's got you so giddy? You get a boyfriend?"

"No, but you better love me forever," I told him, taking a deep breath.

"Why?" he asked skeptically after a long silence.

"Because this girl just convinced her brother to give you football training!" I announced.

I heard something crash, and Hiccup stuttered excitedly, "Are you serious?"

"As serious as I could be," I chuckled. "So training starts tomorrow at five a.m. sharp. You have training every day before school and on the weekends at nine."

"Okay, that's great! Thank, Kika!"

"Eh, don't thank me," I replied. "Thank my big bro."

"Um, obviously," he said, and I could hear the grin in his voice. "Ah, this is so great!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! I mean the Toothless Marvil is going to train me! Even if I don't make the team, people iwill at least look at me like I'm somebody! Maybe Astrid will…" he trailed off.

"While I'd like to hear your deepest fantasies about Astrid, I have a lot of homework to do," I yawned. "I'll text you later."

"Okay, make sure to get some sleep," Hiccup said. "You're scary if you don't get enough. Thanks again."

"No problem," I smiled. "See ya."

"Bye."

After hanging up, I turned to the stack of homework I had to do. "Argh," I groaned, slinking over to my desk and plopping down in my chair, a pencil in hand. "Math homework, here I come…"

A slightly shorter chapter, but I don't know how to make it any longer, and, to be honest, I want to go to bed, so…there you go.

You know, someone commented on one of my other stories that I seemed like the kind of author to just spontaneously kill the main character without any prior warning or foreshadowing. Would you agree? I think I would; it seems like the kind of evil thing I would do.

Thank you for reviews and the like!

Loves and hugs, minions!

Yours psychotically,

Vee