Half way back home, Hiccup decided to run home. He couldn't get two things out of his mind. The first thing, was why Jack was walking on the ice in bare feet, the second thing, Jack himself. What was it that Hiccup found so, what's the word… interesting?
Hiccup didn't know, but he halted to a stop as he found himself in front of his house.
Hiccup was the son of the Mayor of Berk, Stoick Haddock. It was another reason why Hiccup got bullied, because he had to live up to the expectation of Stoick. He had been Mayor of the town for seventeen years, and no one has voted for anyone else but him since. Everyone had the high hopes of Hiccup being the next mayor, since he was born just as Stoick was elected, but as time went on, Stoick, not to mention the rest of Berk, could see he was just not cut out for it.
Not that Hiccup really cared though, but it would have been a lot easier on him if he didn't have to live up to his father.
Hiccup stared at his house for a while, taking in the familiar detail of his house for the millionth time. From the white picket fence, to the small cobble stone path, walled by rose bushes, from the wooden floor of the porch, to the oak carved entrance that was known as a door.
Hiccup pushed the small white gate open with a squeak, and he tensed slightly, hoping he wouldn't alert anyone around, which he didn't anyway. As Hiccup walked up the path, up the three or four stairs onto the porch, and into his house, which had been already unlocked by his father, Hiccup quickly made a dash for his room, wanting nothing more than not to speak with Stoick.
As Hiccup ran towards his room, he noticed that his father was busy at the kitchen table, scribbling down what looked like something important. No dinner for Hiccup tonight, or else he would actually have to talk. Hiccup finally made it into his room, and as he did so, heard a faint 'click' as the door closed shut. Hiccup leaned the back of his head against the door, and closed his eyes, before hearing another small noise, this time, a mewing sound.
"Toothless?" Hiccup whispered, opening his eyes, then to narrow them to find where the noise had come from.
All of a sudden, a pitch black cat, with the sleekest green eyes anyone has probably ever seen jumped onto Hiccups double bed, sitting happily awaiting the pets from his master.
"Hey there bud" Hiccup smiled softly, dumping his backpack down next to his chair and walking to the bed, scratching the cat behind the ears when he arrived.
"How you been?"
Of course, no replies Hiccup could understand, but the cat did meow, rubbing up against Hiccups arm.
"Hang on, I'll be back, just let me get my sketchbook" he said to the cat, who waited patiently as Hiccup slid of his bed, reaching for his bag.
At first Hiccup just took a quick glance, expecting the book to be there. But it wasn't. The boy then decided to tip the backpacks contents out, and yet, still no book.
Hiccup blinked a couple of times, trying to figure out what had happened to it.
Then he realised, and as he did, Hiccup's blood ran cold.
"I left it… and now… now Jack might have it and… Oh god Toothless what am I going to do" Hiccup wailed, sitting in a slump on the floor, his books cluttered around him in a messy circle.
Toothless mewed sympathetically and jumped down from the bed, rubbing and purring against Hiccup.
Hiccup on the other hand, was concocting in his paranoid mind that Jack would now judge Hiccup, show everyone his drawings, and make fun of him.
Hiccup was so close to making a friend, and now one careless mistake had just unravelled it all.
Or so he thought, anyway.
Hiccup groaned, realising he had forgotten to turn off his alarm. After last night's complete melt down about how Jack probably had his sketch book, he decided to go to bed. Toothless was curled up in a small ball of fur, tucked into the crook of Hiccups arm. With his other arm, Hiccup leaned over and smashed the clock, hoping it would turn it off. It did.
Though Hiccup would have liked to stay in bed most of the day, he really would have, but fate had other plans for the scrawny teenager.
"Get up Hic, someone's at the door" His Father called from the bottom of the stairs, his voice loud enough to be heard even behind closed doors.
"What do you mean someone's at the door?!" Hiccup yelled back.
"I don't know they just said they are here to see you!"
Hiccup groaned and rolled out of bed, careful not to crush Toothless underneath him.
He didn't bother getting changed or fixing his bed hair, after all, it was probably no one important.
The boy was sorely mistaken.
After rolling out of bed and walking as slow as the dead down the stairs, Hiccup opened the door, and blinked sleepily, taking in who stood there.
The boy with white hair.
Hiccup blinked and stood up a little straighter, hoping to god his clothes didn't look too bad, after all, he hadn't changed out of what he was wearing last night, save for taking of his jacket, which then underneath it he wore a green long sleeve.
"Hey there Hiccup…" Jack greeted warmly.
"Hi Jack hi… hi" Hiccup greeted back quickly and awkwardly, trying to fix his hair.
"Wait how do you know where I live? Wait never mind never mind what are you doing here?" Hiccup asked, to many questions forming in his head.
Jack just laughed and pulled out something from his pockets from his hoodie, which also looked as if he had not changed it from yesterday.
"I have my ways, and I do believe this is yours" Jack answered, passing the leather bound sketch book back to Hiccup.
Hiccup took it from Jack, restraining himself from snatching it and running back upstairs, never wanting to see another human face again.
"And I admit, I did have a look at it. You are a really good artist, you know that Hiccup?" Jack complimented, sliding his hands back into the pocket of his hoodie, a usual position he normally stood in.
"Wait… you're not going to make fun of me?"
"Why would I do that?"
"I don't know… maybe because everyone else does and…" Hiccup trailed off; suddenly embarrassed that he did think Jack would make fun of him.
"I'm sorry Jack. I guess it's just second nature to think like that for me…" Hiccup sighed, looking away from him.
"Your shout"
Hiccup frowned and looked back up, a little confused.
"What?"
"Coffee, your shout, to return the favour of me bringing back your sketch book… and thinking I would make fun of you"
Hiccup smiled and nodded.
"Alright, just… just wait here and let me get ready to look a little more decent"
Jack nodded and watched Hiccup run up the stairs.
As Hiccup did run up, a small smile crept upon his lips. For once in his life, he was invited to go out with someone that didn't have it out for him. For once in his life, he had made a friend.
