Sorry for the long update, but I have school's exams and the entrance exam for the school I want to go that restraint me from writing. But I'd like to thanks all those who favorited/ rewieved/followed this story. So a big thanks to all of you!

But I'll leave you with the chapter to read, so... Bonne Lecture! (Pleasant reading :p)

Chapter 2.

Sometimes, Hiccup would wake up sweating, and the mouth opened in a silent scream. He never remembers his dreams and quickly forget his waking and would do whatever he wanted during the day. He never knew that his father was watching over him during his sleep. And the fact to know that a son was hiding things from him was painful for a father, but Stoick knew he could only blame himself. He was the one to blame for not taking care about Hiccup's emotions. He was the one to blame for seeing only Valka's child, and not his.

While Hiccup was getting back to his house, leaded by Gobber while the others were celebrating the first kill of Astrid. Even if she had only killed a Terror Terrible, it was always a great thing. After all, she was the second to kill dragons, the first was Hiccup who killed a Deadly Nader. But for him there wasn't any celebration, only a stunned silence with everyone looks on Hiccup's face while he stabbed the Nadder, delivering the final blow. Astrid remembered the look he gave the assembly, it was the first time she saw that amount of hatred in someone eyes. And it scared her, even when this hatred was replaced by the usual bored look. It was as if there was two distinct persons, not only Hiccup but somebody else with him. While everybody was looking at him, he just picked up his seaxes and left the place without a word.

It was the moment he had become ostracized. Well, it's not the best word to use, but it the same idea, if he wasn't needed he could do whatever he wanted. The bored look he has, never changed, not even when he threatened his cousin to carve some words in his skin. Even now, while he was covered by dragon's blood and smiled like crazy, talking to Gobber about some "Night Fury hitting" bullshit, Astrid noted that the bored look in his eyes hadn't change a bit.

"You see, in the world there two kind of people" Hiccup dodged a branch and shoot in the dirt, while sighing. "Those who lost their knives, and those who lost their dragons!"

"And apparently, you're in the two categories…" Crazäel whistled a tune Hiccup heard during the last fest. The crazy boy was in the forest, searching the Night Fury Hiccup managed to hit.

"I only lost them once, and I always have one on me."

"I know… Even when you sleep you're carrying this one" Hiccup drew his seaxe out, and began to cut some branches that were blocking him. This one had a little gravure on the guard, it was an animal with claws and a curved sting over his body. The boy never forget the name of this animal that live far the South, a scorpion. He felt his cross-likes scars on his fingers burning him, just like every time he thought about that animal. The thought would also called the thought of the fear he felt that day. Why would he care about dragons, they weren't scary. Hel, he even find the Nadder a bit attractive, he made him thought of a Viking girl for who, he used to have a crush. He snapped out when Crazäel snickered:

"Dude… Seriously? We're on a dragon hunt, and all you can think is to that?"

"My thought are mine, don't read them. It's extremely depreciable. And don't call her that!"

"Whatever… You're on the site." He changed the subject, and Hiccup observed the destroyed trees that were in front of him. Following his instinct, he continued on the direction where the beast was. It was here:

"Oh my gods!" he heard an echo he assumed belonged to Crazäel. Little did he know that there was a blond Viking watching him.

He did it! He freaking did it! He managed to hit one of the legendary dragons, the offspring of death and thunder. If Astrid haven't followed him she would never have believed him. She followed him only because she was curious, she was absolutely not a stalker! He just said that he was going to kill her, even if he was joking, that way he excused himself was odd enough to make her suspecting that something was off. Except the fact that he was talking with himself out loud. So she pretexted a training for her next kill, and she wanders in the forest, where he said that the Night Fury fell down.

And now, she was hiding herself behind some bushes, and she was watching Hiccup talking to himself. Everything was normal! Yup, perfectly normal… She was absolutely not watching the crazy son of the chief talking to himself, and this one had absolutely not managed to take down a Night Fury. The laughter that eructed right after she thought that bring her back to reality! And now, Astrid Hofferson was watching the craziest Viking tearing up the offspring of death and thunder.

This is the end, thought the dragon. Everything was normal before this incident, he was making sure these humans didn't hurt too much the others dragons, when he was tackled down, and after he only felt pain. And now, he was listening to a little human talking to himself. As if this day could be any better.

"I'll kill you, and offer your bleeding heart to my father." The beast heard the boy says. So be it. All the dragon know this rules, a grounded dragon is a dead dragon. And it has accepted his fate. What could he do now, it was useless to struggle, useless to try to fly away, it was grounded and thus will be forever. So it tried to make a clear for his heart, that way, it'll be less hurtful, right? And he waited for the pain.

A pain that'll never come. Why was the boy hesitating? He wanted to make his father proud, or not? It opened one of his eyes, and saw the boy on the ground with his head clutches around his head, apparently in pain. It saw cross-like scars on his hand, and wondered how he manage to get scars like this. He also spotted a scent it didn't know coming from the boy, and that ticked his imagination: How a little Viking managed to get a scent that a dragon, able to travel in the whole world, didn't know? At this point, it began to question its fate, and a simple conclusion came to its mind: It didn't want to die. It'll fight against anything, but it doesn't want to die. Hel, it'll even fight the Queen, but it doesn't want. And the rule can go burn in Hel.

Why wasn't he killing it already? wondered Astrid. She was observing Hic- the Weirdo on the ground, manifestly in pain, even though the dragon did nothing. She wanted to help him, to ease his pain, but wasn't of his reaction at her presence… Maybe, if it's someone in whom he have confidence, he'll have a better reaction. She immediately thought of Gothi, the elder of the village, he never complained about seeing her.

And now she was running towards the village, in search of the Elder's house. A part of her asked her reason for doing this for the Weirdo, but she quickly silenced her with the thought that it'll be a good image for her, helping the son of the chief, even though he was… different.

Little did she knows, but when she'll be back to Hiccup with Gothi on her back, the son of the Chief was on the ground, blood on his stomach, and the dragon was nowhere to seen.

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