Hiccup had let his fist go and let it fly through the air, targeting the former cowhand's face. Eugene, unfortunately, had gotten up and began to open his mouth. "Now, fellas, there no need to-"

For a college student, Jack was willing to admit he had one hell of a right hook! A tooth fell out of the older man's mouth, his eyes rolled back as he stood frozen, mouth agape with his finger pointing up. "Oh, look. Stars," he chuckled before falling backwards onto the wooden floor.

Hiccup and Jack looked at the unconscious man before staring at each other, eyes wide. The college boy glanced at his fist and then lowered it, hiding it behind his back nervously, swallowing and taking a breath in. Jack smirked, picking up a shot glass off of the counter. Hiccup pursed his lips as he watched him toss the glass in the air once, then twice, and then tighten his grip on it.

His eyes went wider when he saw the white haired man throw it, the glass shattering against the skull of one of the scruffy looking men in the bar. He didn't flinch when the glass broke on his skull, just slowly turned around, eyes shifting from person to person. "WHO THREW THAT?"

Jack smirked and stood on top of the bar, cupping his mouth. "FREE FOR ALL!"

Sandy flinched and gulped lightly. Hiccup looked over at the slightly nervous bartender before looking back at the rest of the bar. He turned and ducked just in time to see a glass whiz right over his head and shatter against the wooden wall. Brawls began ensuing as the commotion broke out. Chairs broke, teeth flew, not to mention nerve slowly slithered away as Hiccup stood in that saloon.

"You son of a bitch!" Hiccup turned his head and saw one unusually blonde haired woman whack someone over the head with a chair, smashing the wooden legs on impact with the thug's skull. The college boy side stepped out of the way just in time to avoid one buffoon stumbling over the bar and falling behind the counter. Hiccup turned to see Jack, smirking mischievously with his fists up. The white haired man gave a nod of his head, smirk growing.

Hiccup scowled and cracked his knuckles. Screw manners. He was in with a bunch of animals! He took a step forward, fist snapping out and then back in. Jack dodged in time, shifting again as another fist flew by his skull. He stepped backwards as Hiccup kept stepping forwards, backing him against a wall.

A black haired woman, came down the stairs of the second story, red dress trailing behind her as her scowl soon turned into a look of shock as she stood on the stairs, flabbergasted. "What—what's going on here!"

No one heard her, either that, or they chose to ignore the saloon's owner, Gothel, as she made her descent down the stairs. "Who started this?! Why—" A shove interrupted her, however. She stumbled a few steps, giving a yelp. "Why you—" Another shove, sideways this time, made her crash through the lid of one of the barrels of whiskey and she dived in with the God given grace of a rock.

Hiccup stepped backwards right by the woman with flailing legs, dodging one of Jack's punches. He ducked again, countering with one of his own and briefly made contact with the other man's ribs. Jack skimmed away, landing a punch to the temple on the college boy's head. Hiccup stumbled back a few steps, bumping into one of the taller men in the bar, who turned around to see the smaller man staring down at him. He grinned darkly and picked up the fumbling newcomer. "Hey! What are you—" He yelled as he flew in the air from the toss he was so kindly given. His back nearly shattered when he felt something hard against it and fell down, landing on one of the other men.

Jack chuckled, wiping his brow. A certain shade of gold, however, caught his attention. He turned to look, blue eyes widening when he saw a woman standing on top of one of the tables, smashing beer bottles on men's heads while pushing some of them together occasionally. Jack swallowed nervously, forgetting the pain in his chest and where they were for a moment; it was just the two of them. "Rapunzel…" he muttered, breath carrying the name lightly into the tense air. "Rapunzel!"

The golden haired woman turned around, red and black saloon dress whirling around behind her while the feather in her hair bobbed lightly. Her peridot eyes grew wide, and she dropped the bottle she had in her hand. A large searing pain then came over his head and the world began tilting on its axis. "Jack!"

Her voice was the last thing he heard before he blacked out. It was at that moment that the swinging saloon doors flew open and a very tall and old man walked in, surveyed the fight within a matter of seconds, and then pushed the lever on his rifle back and forth before pulling the trigger, barrel pointed at the ceiling.

The shot was fired and everything was silent for a moment. "Break it up! EVERYBODY OUT!"

Wet; that's how Jack felt when he woke up: cold and soaking wet. His eyes flew open as he turned his head frantically, breath harsh and loud. To his right, Hiccup looked un-amused, eyeing him with a sarcastic smirk. "Glad you're finally awake." The looming shadow on the other side of the desk that he and Hiccup were seated and tied up in front of was what really had the young man's attention at the moment.

"Jack," the accented voice sighed. North was staring out of the small window, sunlight vaguely creeping in through the down blinds. Jack swallowed, his erratic breathing calming slowly, but his heart kept pounding profusely. "You're not home for more than an hour and look." The older man turned around, blue eyes sending the younger white haired man chills through his blood. "You cause more than five hundred dollars' worth of damage…"

Hiccup looked from the sheriff to his nephew, pursing his lips tightly. "And city boy," the brown haired man then scowled. He had a name! North turned and pointed at the newcomer. "You're no better." The sheriff's footsteps were slow and deliberate, as if to cast the illusion that he could make the Earth quake beneath his boots; and it was working. "Now," he sighed, leaning against the edge of his desk, studying the young man. "What's your name?"

"Hiccup…"

Jack began snickering to himself. North gritted his teeth and yanked out his revolver in an instant, barrel pointing right between his nephew's eyes. He smirked when the young man got the hint and stopped laughing, swallowing lightly and looking at the dull gray and stone wall to his left. The sheriff then lowered his gun and looked back at Hiccup. "You're full name, boy?"

Hiccup swallowed lightly, a drop of sweat forming at his brow, and not from the hot and dry air in the room. "Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Sir." North chuckled, stroking his snow white beard.

"Call me 'North'." The older man smiled lightly. Hiccup nodded his head, swallowing lightly once more. He gave a humming sound, eyeing the ceiling above them while stroking his beard still. "Haddock…I've heard that name before…"

"My father is Stoick Haddock. He owns the Haddock factory chain back East." The college boy spoke, nodding his head as a gesture since his hands were still bound to the wooden chair he was sitting at. North's eyes widened, smile spreading on his aged face.

"Really?" he mused, chuckling lightly. "So what's the son of a successful business man like yourself doing all the way out here, then?"

"My father sent me," Hiccup answered. "I was going to be staying with my uncle Gobber and be learning from him. He also thought that a few years out here will help me…mature," he uttered the last word in his explanation nervously, the word not wanting to leave his lips. A snicker from his left made both North and himself scowl as the brown haired man's forest green eyes slid in their sockets to glare at the slightly older young man.

North once again pointed his pistol that he had kept at the ready in his hand at the younger man. He pulled back the hammer with his thumb, giving him a shit-eating grin. At that moment, the door flew open and Gobber came hobbling in. "North!"

The three men in the room whirled around to see the short blonde haired man standing in the doorway, huffing and puffing and out of breath. "We've got a problem!" he gasped, prosthetic hand holding a rifle. North narrowed his eyes at the other man. Gobber nodded, already answering the question before he spoke again.

"Pitchner's back in town with his group. They're at Aster's general store."

Sorry it took me this long to update! uwu I've been busy, to say the least. I don't know when the next update will be, so try to be patient with me! I'm going into AP classes this year and whatnot :l

So yeah, tell me what you guys think? :D