The soft scales of her side felt pleasantly nice against his cramped back, after hours of flying, and acrobatic maneuvers, hiccup's entire body might as well be a piece of iron. Every time he twists, his back stretches in angry protest, every joint pops, and or cracks.

But the sore muscles are a minor price to pay for the indescribable amount of joy that pulsed through his body when they few together.

Toothless began gagging in her throat, a moment later half a fish came out, and slid off her tongue and onto the stone floor. She looked at him with an offering expression.

"No thanks, I got my own."

He said softly, but underlined it with appreciation; Hiccup gave a rise smile, before tending to his roasting fish. The day had been long and exhausting, however, despite the numerous mistakes at first, both he and Toothless learned to trust each other's judgment, and that right there, is the key.

Trust, if she didn't trust him, or him, her. Then how could they be able to operate successfully, they couldn't. Hiccup couldn't help but feel proud of himself for gaining the trust of a dragon, but didn't find it nearly as satisfying as her friendship.

For years he attempted to become friends with the other teens, attempting to impress them or do something to get their attention. Now he realizes that even if he become their friend, it wouldn't be a true friendship.

Toothless on the other hand, she practically fell into his life. He grinned slightly at the irony in his words. He didn't have to impress her, besides tend to her wound….the one he created….shaking himself, he focused on befriending Toothless.

He didn't have to do anything complicated, or demonstrate his skills, or prove how incompetent he was in combat. No, she trusted him from the start, because if she didn't….well, she didn't have to trust him, but he is thankful she did.

Who needs a large group of friends that will turn around and stab you in the back, or refuse to help you when you need it the most? That isn't his definition of a friend, a friend is some one that will stand beside you through thick, and thin, you can trust them to be there for you, someone who you can be confident in.

Hiccup smiled blankly as he rotated his fish. Toothless nudged him, getting his attention.

"You did well today, thank you."

Hic wrapped on arm around her neck, and slouched back into a more comfortable position.

"You welcome, but there's no need for thanks, it was my pleasure."

Toothless growled appreciatively, then downed another fish. Hiccup focused on the horizon, and the setting sun, ignorant of the two green eyes now boring into him.

"Hiccup, can I ask you something?"

"Hmmm?"

"Yesterday, when I dropped you off at you village, I saw how you are treated."

Hiccup sighed, and pushed himself back up.

"Don't think about it, it's nothing."

"A few days ago I would have agreed with you, but I am worried about you, concerned for your well being."

Hiccup didn't answer for several long minutes, staring intently into the fire.

"That a first."

"What?"

"Your concern. I'm not going to lie to you. What you saw yesterday…it's nothing new. That's how I've been treated since the beginning, or at least since my mom died."

"How do you tolerate it?"

"How can't I, I am the chiefs son, anything I do blows back on him."

"Then why doesn't he do something?"

Hiccup could detect the anger in her voice.

"Because…because…."

Hiccup trailed off, he knew exactly why Stoic doesn't say anything, by defending hiccup, telling the villagers not to abuse him, then he in turn will look weak, and nothing is worth sacrificing his reputation, not even his own son.

Toothless nudged him apologetically.

"I'm sorry Hiccup."

"It's alright. I'm just not used to this."

"It'll be alright, if ever you need me, I am here."

Hiccup pulled his knees into his chest, and leaned closer against her side, relishing the warmth, and comfort she radiated to him. But like all moments, this one did not last.

His attention snapped around with the distant screech of Terrors. Although he didn't feel threatened, only "protective", if that's the right term to use. Toothless explained at how they enjoy nothing more than to steel other dragon's food.

Without saying anything, they began scouring around the rock, searching for fish fragments to eat. Hiccup couldn't help but chuckle at their childish behavior, the way they wrestled, and shot fire at each other.

Then one managed to sneak a fish from Toothless, she jabbed her neck out and snatched the fish from the dragon's mouth. She finished by swallowing it whole, and laughing at the Terror.

Hiccup couldn't help but feel slight sorry for the creature, and pulled his fish from the stick and tossed it to him.

"If you where hungry, all you needed to do was ask."

He said in a mild tone. The dragon froze in place when it heard his voice.

"You, I understand you, but how….No, it cannot be."

Hiccup gave Toothless a frustrated Glare.

"So what, doe's every dragon know about me?"

Toothless grinned sheepishly.

"As I have told you, all dragon's share ancestral memories, and we all remember your race."

"But how, I thought they were killed off."

One of the Terrors interrupted.

"It's complicated, but all that can be revealed is that Fortido set a plan in place. A plan that Hiccup here, will finish."

"Oh, this is a joyous day indeed. I must tell the others."

"NO!"

Toothless exclaimed, surprising Hiccup as well as the three terrors that now sat in front of them.

"He must not know of hiccups existence, if we want any chance of killing him, then he must not know that the Half-Dragon royal blood line has survived."

Hiccup saw how the other dragons looked disappointed, but at the same time understood the gravity of this situation.

"Alright, but please….Hiccup, allow at least two of us to accompany you?"

"I cannot do that, if either of you where to be discovered…."

"By an overgrown lump, who can barely see their own toes? No, we have more than enough skill at evading the villagers of Berk."

The name sounded slightly distant, almost as if he had trouble pronouncing it.

"I can't, I will not risk your lives, just so you can keep an eye on me."

"Please, Hiccup, we owe it to you."

He sighed unsure of what to do, and pinched the bridge of his nose in thought.

"You do not need to worry about them being discovered, Hiccup. The terrors are renowned for their stealth capabilities, in fact, Fortido, the orders king, and your distant relative, employed their services countless times."

This eased any hesitation that he was feeling. He trusts Toothless' words, he trust her more than anyone else, and he would take her word over his father's any day of the week.

"Alright, but three conditions."

The terror closest to him, also the one who had spoken earlier thought about it for a moment, then nodded his head vigorously.

"First, you must be one of the two to follow me, second, you will follow me from the shadows, or the roofs of my village, finally, do not reveal your selves, unless I signal you too."

The dragon didn't even wait a second before nodding his oval head. Then turned and faced his brothers. Hiccup leaned back against Toothless and laid one leg out, but kept his other one tight to his chest.

Hiccup looked out at the ocean blankly, taking in the beauty of the setting sun. Ever since his vision improved dramatically, he has seen countless things that eluded him before, most of them being vibrant.

But nothing is even close to being as beautiful as this sunset. How the reds and oranges complimented each other, but also contrasting against the purple clouds, and yellow sun, and how everything turned the ocean into a color that he won't even attempt to describe….

Hiccup forced his gaze away from the setting sun, when he caught a glimpse of a flying object, it took him a moment to realize it was the terror, flying back to only he knows where.

Looking around, he saw the other two, sitting beside the fire he created, soaking up its warmth, just as he was.

"It's getting late, we should be returning back soon."

Toothless looked at the sun, then snorted with displeasure. He was also loathed to leave, but less he wanted to be questioned….well, he could care less about what they think, if he wants to spend the entire night out, then he will.

But it would still be best to avoid suspicions.

Hiccup slowly stood with Toothless, then kicked dirt on the fire to smolder the remaining coals. The terrors watched intently as he climbed on Toothlesses back, and strapped himself down, then adjusted a device on her tail that they recognized as a fin.

Before either of them could comment, she was flying, and they sprang up after them, determined to keep good on their offer to watch over Hiccup, although, they both knew it was more for their own peace of mind, and not for his well being, Hiccup is more than capable of taking care of himself.

"Pardon me for asking, but why do you use that….what is that?"

Hiccup looked down at Toothless regretfully.

"It is a mechanical fin, before I knew about my past, and who I was. I tried everything to earn the respect of my tribe. In the process I shot down Toothless here, and she lost half her fin in the process."

"What do you mean by "tried", to earn their respect?"

"I will answer your questions later, but for now, let us fly."

Hiccup shifted her fin into "cruise" mode, and leaded back, stretching his cramped muscles, and inhaling the salty air. Toothless seemed equally relaxed, and to have enjoyed their flight together just as much as he did.

Before he knew it, Berk came into sight, the setting sun rendered her invisible to anyone on the ground, so she didn't have to worry about being spotted. Hiccup switched the fin as she began her decent, angling down towards the forest that lined the village.

"Remember Hiccup, Nadder's can be arrogant and extremely self centered. The quickest way to defeat them is to direct your attack towards their head. If you inflict enough pain, then they will admit defeat."

"Thanks, I'll remember that."

Hiccup patted the side of her head, before turning to the village. Hiccup didn't glance back as he exited the woods, and made his way for the sleeping village. Everyone had gone to bed early tonight, probably no doubt to prepare for the worriers return tomorrow.

He nearly forgot, not only is he going to get into a fistfight with a Nadder, but he will also have to answer all the questions his father will undoubtedly have for him. The best thing he can do…is...is focus on the moment, and tackle one challenge at a time. Although, he is hoping that the vessels will return after his fight.

Finding his house, hiccup pushed his way in and walked up to his room, where he opened the window to allow the two Terrors to fly in. Once they landed, hiccup walked over to his dresser, and dropped his knife, then proceeded to remove his shoes.

Looking around, he saw the two dragons where already resting on a support beam, so he decided to call it a night also.

The next morning, Hiccup was rudely awakened by the sound of someone pounding on the door to his room.

"Hiccup, Hiccup, get up!"

Grumbling to himself, Hiccup rolled out of bed and slowly rose to his feet. His legs felt unsteady as he wobbled over to the door, he slid back the steal bolt, and picked up on the latch, releasing the four bolts that held the door firmly closed.

"What?"

He asked irritably, as he cleared his eyes.

"I was making sure you where up. I don't know how you've become so good, and I would hate to see you fail now."

Hiccup glared at Astrid, detecting her overly sarcastic tone.

"Enough with the act, Astrid, I'm not in the mood."

He looked out the door, then down the halls.

"What are you doing here, really? Dragon training isn't for another hour, and I doubt you came here because your board."

"No, you're right, I...I came here to apologizes."

Hiccup just stood there frozen. Astrid doesn't apologies, and she especially doesn't apologies to him. However, the look in her eyes reassures him, and he relaxes, although he waits a few moments as the Terrors vacate the room, via the side window.

Astrid walks in as he steps off to the side, and looks quizzically at his bed, before sitting down. Hiccup spins around when he hears a loud gasp, afraid that one of the dragons where spotted, but Astrid was lying across his bed, with her arms outstretched.

"Ummm, Astrid?"

Hiccup asked, as he sits down next to her.

"Where did you get this?"

She asks with a dreamy sigh.

"I made it, you mentioned an apology?"

Astrid snaps back to reality, and props herself up on an elbow, and look at him for several long moments. The way she was looking at him, like an equal, but with a tenderness that he's never seen before, and to his unexpected surprise, it did not trigger the usual fires of passion. But instead a deep calm took its place.

"I never realized what type of man you are Hiccup. For years I ignored you, shoved off the possibility that you might be a skilled person."

Astrid sighed and scratched the back of her neck nervously.

"I ignored the pain you felt when Snotlout made fun of you. I saw the hurt, and to hide my own feelings I partook in their games every so often."

He took not on her tone, and how it resembled something of self-disgust.

"I came here, to tell you just how deeply sorry I am. I don't deserve your forgiveness, not after everything I've done to you, but I hope that you can understand."

She was no longer looking at him, instead looking at a patch of nearby floor. She wanted to hear something, she want to yell at her to tell her that he will never forgive her, that's what she deserves...

Her head snapped up when she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. Astrid nearly melted under the penetrable gave of his dark green eyes. Which to her surprise held no resentment, no anger, or any Ill will towards her, instead, he was looking at her with understanding.

"Thank you Astrid, and your right, you don't deserve my forgiveness, none of you do."

Astrid winced at the softness of his voice.

"But."

He drew out the word, putting an emphasis on the end. This caught Astrid's attention, and she turned to face him.

"It takes real brass to admit when you are wrong. I admire you for it. Although I can't forgive you, I can still say this. Let bygones be bygones.

Hiccup watched as her tightly clenched face slowly relaxed, and she exhaled her pent up breath.

"You surprise me yet again, Haddock. I was not expecting you to..."

"Come to a compromise this easily?" He said with a raised smile. Astrid tried to think of something to respond with, but after several moments of drawing blanks, she relaxed her shoulders, and nodded her head.

"Now that we have this out of the way, can I get dressed?"

A bright flash of color strolled into her expression, before she stood from his bed, and left the room with evident hast. A small smile crept across his face, as he began to change for the new day.

While in his dresser, his hands happened across a piece of fabric that he had all but forgotten about. It was another one if his inventions, he's made so many pointless contraptions in his life, he would kill over before remembering where he's hidden everyone.

He had woven metal wires, into an extra heavy woolen fabric, then sowed it on top of thick leather. It was supposed to protect the wearer against burns, but like all his inventions, Stoic wanted nothing to do with it.

Shaking his head, Hiccup finished getting dressed, and brandished his axe, before leaving. To his surprise, Astrid was waiting downstairs, running a trained eye over her axe, but snapped her attention to the stairs when she heard repaid footsteps.

Hiccup yelped happily, as he launched himself from the top of the stairs, only to catch the main support beam, and spin once, before landing with perfect grace.

Astrid shifted, revealing her presence to Hiccup, who froze in place.

"Astrid, what are you still doing here?"

He exclaimed nervously, clearly taken back that she hadn't left yet.

"Never mind about me, are you insane, you could have hurt yourself!"

She snapped. Hiccup only shrugged his shoulders.

"And yet I didn't. I have changed Astrid; I am no longer that scrawny screw up that everyone remembers."

His voice had a sharp "point" to it, not directed at her, but not aimed away either. Hiccup didn't know why he is angry all of a sudden, or what happened to all those childhood feelings he had for her. But she no longer had that "effect" on him.

Hiccup sighed in frustration, and pinched the bridge of his nose. Despite her lack of awareness towards him, she didn't deserve this wrath either.

"I'm sorry Astrid; I didn't mean to snap at you. Ever since I started training, everything hasn't seemed like it should."

She looks at him incredulously.

"You've been training?"

Hiccup smiled slightly, and shrugged his shoulders.

"We really should go, and I doubt that anyone should see you leaving with me."

She immediately bristled at his comment.

"And why is that?"

Hiccup shook his head, and walked over to the door, Astrid following as he opened the solid maple door.

Taking a step outside, Astrid continued forward, as Hiccup closed the door behind him. Unfortunately, the teens, where walking by as they left Hiccups house.

"Astrid, babe, what are you doing at that fish bone's house?"

Snotlout jibed. Astrid only looked at Hiccup with a knowing expression, but his was blank, to her surprise, she could read anything bellow his impenetrable guise. After a moment when she didn't respond, he took the initiative.

"Is that really a good idea Snotlout? Calling the chiefs son rude, and impropriate names is a great way to earn you stall duty."

Hiccup spoke warningly, but also calmly, and with a trace of genuine concern. Snotlout's face tensed and Hiccup could see those rusty cogs turning.

"But the chief isn't here, how will he know if I call his son names?"

Is Hiccup truly related to this dimwit?

"You of all people should know the chief knows all."

Hiccup spoke in a slow, drawn out tone. Snotlout seemed just as puzzled as before.

"I suppose so, you won't tell him, will you?"

Snotlout's expression was actually pleading for him not to say anything. Hiccup only chuckled, at not only his expression, but also the shocked stares the others where directing at him.

"Don't worry cousin, i won't tell the chief."

Laughing openly, Hiccup started off towards the Arena, leaving everyone else in complete bewilderment. And Snotlout sighing a breath of relief, failing to realize he was just made a fool of yet again.

This is unusual to say the least, he isn't afraid any more, he doesn't care what the others think of him, and for the first time since he can remember, Hiccup has a sense of self-satisfaction.

Is this what having a friend can do to you? Changing your entire mentality, filling you with contentment, and reestablishing long lost confidence.

Hiccup slowed to a walk as he came up to the ring, then sat down against the stonewall, and occupied his mind by debating what the best way to fight the Nadder would be.

"Gobber, I have a question?"

"Yes Hiccup, we are fighting the Nadder today!"

Hiccup didn't bother acknowledging Snotlout, which irritated him without a doubt.

"I have been training for several weeks now, and I was wondering, well..."

"Spit it out lad!"

"Could I have first run at the dragon?"

Gobber looked at him curiously, as he stroked his braided mustache; finally he shrugged and walked over to the lever.

"Hiccup, are you crazy?"

Tuffnut exclaimed.

"More than you know."

He replied smoothly, then took several steps forward. Gobber looked at him like he was about to die, then pulled the lever. A split moment later, the doors flew open, and a line of spikes came flying out, followed by a screeching Nadder.

Hiccup bent down and grabbed a shield, then lunged into a back flip and hurled the shield at the dragon's head. The spikes passed under him in what appeared to be slow motion, just as he heard a "Crack!"

He landed on both feet, and saw wood shards scattered around the dragon who wobbled about uneasy. He stunned her, this was a promising blow, Hiccup sprang forward, bellowing as he did.

The sudden sound of his voice snapped the Nadder back who looked at him. She recognized him as the boy who the other Dragons described to her.

She spun around, trying to knock him off balance so she could pin him down, but he dove over her tail, then rolled and leapt at her side. The force at which he punched her side took by surprise.

For a human, his fists should not hurt as bad as they do, but she remembered who he is, and had to rethink her strategy.

Astrid watched with astonishment, as Hiccup avoided two of the Nadder's most deadly attacks like they where nothing. The speed at which he ran and attacked was also amazing. Her hand shot to her mouth to prevent a squeal as Hiccup leaned back to avoid the dragon's tail swipe.

Then he did something she wasn't expecting, he grabbed the tail, and allowed it to fling him into the air. She could see his concentration as he sun once, then angled himself as he came down and landed on the dragon's back.

With a series of rapid punches, and a few kicks, he had the Nadder stumbling away. Hiccup then flipped off its back, and landed several yards in front of them, facing the dragon who attempted to gain balance.

She noticed that hiccup's breathing was slightly heavy, but other than that he appeared fine. Her attention snapped to the Nadder when it shrieked, then charged. Hiccup remained rooted where he was, she saw his entire body tense, but other than that, he remained completely still.

"Well, he's dead."

Snotlout said calmly, just as the Nadder was about to tackle him. But then, Hiccup did something no one thought possible. Using all his strength, Hiccup leapt into the air into a back flip, the only sound they heard was a dull crunch, as his legs met the underside of the dragon's jaw.

Hiccup clenched his teeth together when he felt something crack inside his leg, and thought that he had broken it, but it wasn't a sharp pain like the others, instead it was a dull jolt. He flexed his back, to complete the flip, and brought his legs down, the left one landed without a problem, but as soon as the right one hit the solid ground, he collapsed with a pained grunt.

Satisfied that the Nadder was unconscious, he rolled onto his back, and sat up to assess the damage. His right knee had been dislocated, and it was in a manner that required two people.

Almost on cue, Astrid appeared by his side, and placed a hand on his shoulder. Hiccup smiled appreciatively, then placed both hands above his knee. She looked a little hesitant, but a moment later, she snapped her hands up, resetting his knee.

Hiccup took a sharp breath, and a muffled grunt from the pain, then exhaled relieved.

"That's better."

He sighed, unknowing that he had slumped forward, and her hand was resting on his shoulder.

"What in Thor's name was that?"

Hiccup looked up to see the Gobber walking up to him. The others where now gathered around speaking, well; it was more like a clutter of unintelligible noise.

"All dragons' have a weak spot under their jaw."

"Not that, that!"

Gobber exclaimed, pointing to the unconscious Nadder.

"Oh, that, I told you that it's dangerous to keep all this raw Viking-ness locked up."

Hiccup replied sarcastically, which caused Gobber to burst out laughing.

"Let's go Hiccup, I'll walk you back."

Astrid offered, pulling him to his feet with slightly more effort than she remembers. Hiccup steps on his leg tenderly, before leaning his full weight on it, satisfied that it's back in place.

"Who are you, what have you done with hiccup?"

Snotlout exclaimed as he pushes his way up to him.

"Come now Snotlout, can you go one day without being a sore loser? Oh, here's an idea, how about you pretend to be happy for me? For once in my miserable life, at least pretend that you're not an egotistical jack ass, and that you have the decency to give credit where credit is due?"

The man just glared at hiccup with a clenched jaw.

"Thought so."

Hiccup stated dully, and removed himself from Astrid's grip. Ignoring everyone else, he shoved past them, then trotted to the outer edge of the arena, and looked down. He could see the village bellow, and was more than confident that he could traverse the incline.

Not looking back, he leapt over the edge, followed by several gasps, and cries of terror. He could hear them run to the side, but all he focused on was sliding down the rock face.

He was a fool to believe that their opinion would change just because he bested a dragon in hand-to-hand combat. In fact, it probably caused them to become even more adamant than they were before, convinced that he is a screw up. Only now instead of mistakes...he'll...its a death wish.

Why is it, that he is concerned with their opinions all of a sudden? A few moments ago he could have cared less, but now...

Hiccup shoved the thought from his head, as he pushed off the rock face, landing with a thud on the soft grass bellow. Refusing to look back, he began jogging, in the direction of the only place he can truly feel secure, his forge.

Of course there was Toothless, but right now he needed to be alone, away from the others, away from the people he lives amongst, he needs to enter that veil of serenity that is solitude. Ignoring the accusing glances that were thrown at him, Hiccup entered the main door to the forge and bared the door.

Grabbing the bellows, hiccup brought the forge to temperature with a few deft pumps, and tossed a bar of steel into it.

Steel is nothing new among Viking's, but only a few Smiths are skilled enough to forge it properly, Gobber had been one of those Smiths, but since he lost his hand, that skill has diminished.

And it seems that Hiccup had gained what the man had lost. Ignoring the gloves, hiccup grabbed a pair of tongs and removed the smoldering red steel from the burning embers, and placed it on the anvil.

Where he relentlessly took to hammering it, slowly forming the short ingot into a three-foot broad sword, when he saw that the metal was starting to cool once again, Hiccup placed it back into the furnace, and proceeded to heat it up once again.

Feeling his anger and dismay, being siphoned off by the concentration that he is required to have, while working in the forge.

Hiccup removed the bar of steal and began forming it once again, this time putting more effort and skill into each hammer pound, slowly spreading the metal, until he had two pieces that branched off at the bade.

AS he did this however, something strange began to form in his mind. A once dormant part of him mind awakened, and flooded him with new vigor. But it was more than that, what it was exactly...whatever it was, it reminded him of the feeling that the sun's rays caused on a cold winters day, but instead of warming just his skin, it radiated through his entire body.

Plunging the sword back into the forge, he quickly brought it back to temperature, before removing it, and continued hammering the two bars of steel, then with a pair of tongs, picked them up and wrenched them, so they crossed close to the base, then grabbing the hot steel, twisted them.

How he knew to do this remained a mystery to him, only that it felt right, and helped draw off the angst that Snotlout once again thrown his heart into.

Hiccup just removed the hot steel, and added the third twist in crossing blades, before he heard the familiar jibe of Snotlout's voice.

"Oi, Useless, get out here!"

Hiccups hands tightened around the hot steel, as he pushed the two ends together, ignoring the man's taunt, and creating a tip. He then took a smaller hammer and fused the ends together...

"I'm calling you; Get out here you Pathetic excuses for a man."

His anger is starting to build now, but if Hiccup acknowledged his torment then how much different is he from Snotlout. Removing the sword again, Hiccup hammered the tip into a star shape head, then using precision tools, formed the groves, and guild lines where he will...

"What are you, your definitely not Hiccup. Hiccup is a scrawny Fishbone, who's to afraid of his own shadow to even...

Snotlout was cut off by a scream of rage, then the window to the forge burst open, followed by spinning great sword. Yelping with fright, Snotlout caught the five-foot behemoth in his shield, which was yanked from his grasp by the force.

Looking back, he saw Hiccup standing on the other side, chest heaving, and a look of pure anger in his eyes. Snotlout actually felt afraid for a moment, but was snapped to as he leapt over the counter, and charged him.

Smiling evilly, Snotlout raised his hammer and swung just as he entered his reach. Hiccup ducked under the attack, then grabbed his arm and pulled it back with him.

Snotlout scream as Hiccup punched his shoulder out of place. He dropped his hammer and turned around to punch him. Snotlout's eyes widened when Hiccup caught the punch in midair, a snarl on his lips, and a deep-throated growl that stilled his blood in place.

Screaming with rage, Hiccup jerked his arm to the side, then in a blurred motion, twisted his arm, and popped that shoulder out of place.

Snotlout was them completely defenseless as hiccup assaulted him. Where Hiccup struck only registered as pain, not in any distinct location, but what felt like everywhere. He wondered when hiccup would snap, and had to wonder what he'd do, but this, this was no tone of his thoughts.

Hiccup was lost in the over powering torrent of unhindered emotion that pureed from his fists, but he was also aware of a hot stream of tears that ran down his face.

"I will kill you!"

Hiccup screamed as he redoubled his onslaught of Snotlout, who was now curled on the ground in a fetal position, then he was ripped back, away from the cause of his life's torment.

"NO! NO! I'm not finished, I have to kill him!"

Hiccup screamed as he fought against whoever grabbed him. He felt their hands break free, and he lunged the fallen boy again, only to be caught around the ankles and dragged back. He clawed at the ground like a feral creature.

"Hiccup, calm down, listen calm, down!"

It was her voice, the voice of her, who for the first time in his life showed him that she cared. Then it was like his mind turned back on, and he looked back to See Astrid holding him.

"Astrid?"

He asked through a clogged throat, and blurred eyes. That's when it happened, an life time of bottled up hurt came flooding out, and he cried, cried harder than he ever had before, harder than he even thought possible. Scrambling to his feet he took off running, not caring who saw him go, only that he needed to leave.

He finally snapped, after so many years of locking his anger away, it finally got the better of him, and he has become the very person he despises. With a bellow of self demobilization, Hiccup sprinted out of the tow, away from the people who had done this to him, and to he only person who he can reliant on.