Hey, guys! I'm really sorry for not updating on time, but I have a really busy schedule. And as you have noticed the chapters became longer and it takes more time to edit them. Anyways, I'll try to update on time. And now to reviews.

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Chapter 9: The Air Race of Small Model Aircraft

Hiccup's eyes snapped open and he sat on his bed. He was too excited to sleep! He took his phone from the nightstand and checked the time. It was 6:50. Hiccup turned off the alarm that should ring at 8:00 and stood up.

He looked at his desk. There it was, his small model airplane. He was very proud that he made it! Today was the race and he spent the last four days working hard on it. And now it was ready, placed on his desk! Hiccup looked at his plane on more time and went to the bathroom.

After the shower, Hiccup dried his hair and went to the wardrobe. He took his black jeans and red shirt and wore them. He looked at himself in the mirror. Well, red really suits him. He tousled his auburn hair and approached the desk. Hiccup carefully picked the plane up and went downstairs.

When he was on the first floor he noticed his father having breakfast.

"Good morning, dad," Hiccup greeted him approaching the kitchen table, holding his plane carefully.

"Good morning, son," greeted Stoick noticing him. "I see you've woken up early."

"Yeah, I was excited and couldn't sleep," said Hiccup putting the plane on the table.

Stoick looked at the plane and smiled proudly. His son's work was amazing! Not everyone could make a plane like that! Every time Hiccup was making unique planes. But this time he definitely overdid himself!

"With that plane, you'll beat them all!" said Stoick encouraging Hiccup. Although, Hiccup had taken part in that race for Thor knows how many times, he knew that his son was still nervous. He would never change.

"Thanks, dad," said Hiccup smiling. He went to the toaster and put some bread in it. Stoick looked at his watch and then said.

"Okay, son. I have to go. Good luck! Show them what Haddocks can do!

"Well, they will certainly not be able to resist all this raw Vikingness!" said Hiccup gesturing to himself. Stoick laughed heartily and went to the door.

"See you later, dad," said Hiccup when his father was about to leave.

"See you later, son," said Stoick and left.

Hiccup really wanted that his father was able to come to the race. But at the same time, he knew that he was a very busy person and he hadn't had time for something unimportant, like race. But still, he was hoping.

The toaster binged, saying that the toasts were ready. Hiccup took them, poured a cup of coffee for him and began having breakfast.


Hiccup's car was already standing in the company's parking. On the seat next to him was a box, in which was the small model airplane.

After having breakfast, Hiccup had begun rummaging in the house, searching for something where he could move the plane safely. After turning his all house upside down, he had found the box. And of course, because of all that noise, Toothless had woken up. To Hiccup's surprise, the dog was keeping his promise. He wasn't jumping on him and licking him every time he saw him. That was really weird, but he wasn't complaining.

Hiccup carefully took the box and got out of the car. He entered the building. Only a few people were there. Maybe that was because it was somewhere near 8:20 and the work was starting at nine. He entered his office. Well, obviously, Fishlegs wasn't there.

He carefully put the box on his table and sat on the chair. He took the laptop from his backpack and opened it. He began rummaging through his files, trying to kill some time. When they're gonna give him a new project? If it would continue like this, he'll die from boredom!

Meanwhile, Fishlegs was driving towards the company. He would be there from fifteen minutes. On the seat next to him was a box where was his own small model Antonov An-2! He put there many bubble wraps, to keep it safe. He was so proud of his work. Since it was his favorite plane, he had paid very much attention to details.

When he entered his office he noticed Hiccup laying his head on the table and playing with his pen. He was surprised seeing him here, he always was coming somewhere at five to nine, and now was half past eight.

When Hiccup noticed Fishlegs, he stopped playing with his pen and raised his head, smiling.

"Hey, Fish!" he greeted. Hiccup noticed Fishlegs holding a box, where he assumed was the small model Antonov An-2.

"Hey, Hiccup," Fishlegs greeted back, putting the box on the table.

"So, can you show me the plane?" asked Hiccup standing up and approaching Fishlegs' table. He was eager to see his friend's work.

"Of course!" answered Fishlegs. He opened the box and took off the plane. It was a very detailed model of Antonov An-2. Fishlegs surely did a great job!

"Wow…," said Hiccup continuing to inspect the plane. "Fish, you did a great job!"

"Thank you," said Fishlegs. He was really happy that someone appreciated his hard work.

"So, Mr. Champion," said Fishlegs. Hiccup glared at him. He had won for just a few times! And now they'll not leave him alone! "What plane did you make?"

"Well…," Hiccup said and went to the box. He opened the box and took off his plane.

Fishlegs mouth hung open. He couldn't find the words.

"Um… Fishlegs?" Hiccup asked seeing that Fishlegs was frozen. His friend didn't respond.

"Earth to Fishlegs," said Hiccup waving his hand in front of Fishlegs face.

"Um, I'm sorry…," said Fishlegs snapping form his chocked state. "And…WHAT!?"

Hiccup began laughing at his friend's reaction.

"Hiccup, is this what I think it is?" asked Fishlegs. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"Um, if you think this is the small model of Lockheed SR-71 or how people call it, 'Blackbird', then you're right," said Hiccup casually.

"THE BLACKBIRD IS LITERALLY THE FASTEST PLANE IN THE WORLD!" yelled Fishlegs. Hiccup winced. His ears began hurting badly.

"You know, I'm not deaf. And you don't need to yell," said Hiccup. His ears were ringing!

"How-how much is its speed," asked Fishlegs. And here it comes. Stages of Fishlegs' reaction. First stage-shock, second stage-curiosity.

"Well, since this is fifteen times smaller than the original," said Hiccup. "Its speed is fifteen times slower than the original. So it's speed is 236km/h."

"WHAT!?" yelled Fishlegs. Hiccup groaned. Yelling, again. After this conversation, he would get deaf!

"Can you stop yelling!?" exclaimed Hiccup annoyed.

"H-How can I stop yelling, when you say that this small model plane's speed is 236km/h!? IT'S FASTER THAN SOME LIGHT-SPORT AIRCRAFT!" yelled Fishlegs. He still couldn't believe it! Of course, he never doubted his friend's abilities. But he never expected Hiccup to make a small model Blackbird, whose speed is 236km/h!

"How did you make it so fast?" asked Fishlegs. He needed to know that! He didn't know someone who was able to make a small model plane which is faster than many LSAs. Well, till now.

"Maybe if you'll stop yelling, I can explain!" exclaimed Hiccup. People were already staring at them.

"Okay…" said Fishlegs defeated. He couldn't hold his excitement! So he began jumping in his place.

Hiccup was angry at Fishlegs for almost deafening him. But he couldn't hold his laugh seeing a grown-up man jumping in his place like a little child who was eager to get his Christmas gift.

"Stop laughing at me! And tell me how you did that!" exclaimed Fishlegs a bit embarrassed and angry.

"Okay, okay," said Hiccup stopping laughing. "I've bought most powerful axial flow engines that were appropriate with the size of the plane and modified them. Now they are twice powerful that they were when I bought them," explained Hiccup. It wasn't an easy thing to do, but he had worked with engines and was able to modify them.

"Wow…," Fishlegs said amazed. He knew that his friend was good. But he never knew that he was that good. "That's cool."

"Um, thanks," Hiccup said rubbing back of his neck.

"Well, of course, it's very cool that you made the small model of the fastest plane in the world and I really want to know every detail about how you made it. But I need to check if everything is okay with my Antonov An-2," said Fishlegs going back to his table. He knew that now Hiccup wiped all his chances to win, but that didn't mean he will not perform. He would perform, and show everyone how great plan Antonov An-2 is!

"Go on, I'm not stopping you," said Hiccup and sat back in his chair.


From twenty minutes, the race was gonna start. Hiccup looked one more time at the bleachers. He still hoped that his father would come. Gobber promised that he would come. He had been on his all races and Hiccup was very grateful for that.

The plane was safely placed away from everyone. One time when he had been taking part in this race, his plane was sabotaged. But he was able to fix it in time and perform. And there was a time when someone accidentally dropped it. He was always making the planes strong and to his relief, it was okay. The plane got away just with a few scratches.

Hiccup looked around. Everyone was doing the last checks on their planes and some people were flying them. He did his last checks a half hour ago, so he was just watching others.

"Hiccup!"

Hiccup turned around and saw a blonde running towards him.

"Hey, Astrid," Hiccup greeted when Astrid stood in front of him, panting. She had finally found the place where the race would be! When Astrid heard about it today in the morning, she knew that Hiccup would be there. So she decided to come and watch.

"Hey. I hoped to find you here," she said finally catching her breath.

"What? Came to cheer for me, Milady," asked Hiccup teasing her. Astrid blushed at the nickname he gave her. But to her relief, her cheeks were still red from all that running and the blush wasn't noticeable.

"Actually, yes," she answered smiling. Hiccup was surprised by her answer. No one ever came to cheer for him, except Gobber. His father was always busy, and his cousin and uncle never cared. He was really glad that Astrid decided to come and cheer for him.

"What?" Astrid asked seeing his expression.

"It's just, no one ever came to cheer for me, except my godfather. My father was always busy and couldn't find time to come. And my other relatives don't care. So I was surprised," Hiccup explained. Astrid smiled.

"Well, I-," she was cut off by a very annoying voice that she knew too well.

"Hey, babe," said Snotlout throwing his arm around her shoulders.

"Ugh, not him," groaned Hiccup covering his face. He was having a good time with Astrid and of course, it had to be interrupted! And not by some random person, but by Snotlout, by his former bully, by his cousin.

Astrid's smile turned into a frown. She took Snotlout's hand and twisted it, dropping him on the ground. Why just he can't stop flirting with her!? Can't he understand that she would never want to be with him!?

"Don't call me like that!" she snapped at him, clearly annoyed.

Snotlout stood up and dusted himself. Then noticed Hiccup.

"Hey, Useless. What are you doing here?" he asked with the annoying smirk on his face.

"Um, I don't know. Participating in the race, maybe?" Hiccup sassed back. Well, of course, his mutton-head cousin would never know that he had participated in this race for eleven times! And for Thor's sake, had won! So it was an expectable question from him.

"Wait, you two know each other," asked Astrid. She didn't think that two strangers who just met would begin talking like that. But what they were? Relatives? Definitely, no. Friends? Hiccup would never be a friend of such a mutton-head. Hmm? Oh! Maybe they had been from the same school! Yeah, that's the most reasonable answer.

"Unfortunately, yes," answered Hiccup sighing. "Astrid this is my stupid cousin-Snotlout."

"Cousin!?" Astrid exclaimed. Well, she surely didn't expect THAT! How could someone caring, smart, sassy, funny like Hiccup, be related to someone stupid, irresponsible, arrogant, selfish like Snotlout!

"Hey! I'm not stupid!" Snotlout yelled. Astrid just rolled her eyes.

Hiccup raised his brow as if saying 'are you serious?'. Snotlout looked around searching for something to prove his statement. His eyes caught a small model airplane that was placed on the table and he smirked.

"Well, If I was stupid then how could I make one of those," he said pointing to the plane.

"Oh, really?" said Hiccup crossing his arms. He knew where this was going and he was barely holding his laugh.

"Don't you remember, Useless? Or you have problems with memory? I've made one of those and you were there," he said smirking. 'Hah, now try to answer to this one,' Snotlout thought.

"Oh, you're about that one, which drove a few meters and then exploded," Hiccup said. Astrid closed her mouth, holding her laugh. Snotlout's face was priceless. He huffed and then left, stomping.

When he was away Astrid exploded. She began laughing loudly. Hiccup surely put him on the place!

"Is that true?" she asked, still not able to control her laugh.

"Yeah," Hiccup answered and began laughing too. After a minute, Astrid was finally able to stop laughing.

"Wow. I could never have thought that you are cousins. You're nothing alike!" she exclaimed still not believing it.

"That's my curse," he said. Astrid chuckled.

"Well, will you show me your plane?" she asked. She knew that Hiccup was a good engineer. Astrid had guessed that after seeing the Aviasud Mistral that he repaired. And now she wanted to know what plane did he make this time.

"This way, Milady," he said gesturing to his left. Astrid smiled and went after him. Hiccup took her to the place where he left the plane and approached the box. He opened it and took off the plane.

Seeing the plane Astrid gasped in shock. She wasn't expecting this.

"Why everyone's reaction is something like this?" asked Hiccup not surprised by her reaction. The only person that wasn't shocked was Gobber. He just smiled proudly, patted his back and said 'Good job, laddie'. Was everyone thinking that he couldn't make a plane like that?

"Well, maybe because THIS IS THE FRICKIN' SMALL MODEL OF THE FASTEST PLANE IN THE WORLD!" Astrid yelled shocked.

"And yelling, again," Hiccup said groaning. Astrid punched his arm.

"Hey!" Hiccup exclaimed rubbing his aching arm. Why she did that!?

"How much is its speed?" she asked. Well, the fastest small model airplane that she knows has 80km/h speed. So Hiccup's plane's speed might be somewhere near it.

"Well, it's speed is 236km/h," answered Hiccup. He already knew what her reaction would be.

"WHAT!?" Astrid yelled. It's literally faster than many LSAs! How he made it!?

"I modified the engines so they are twice powerful when I bought them," he explained before Astrid could ask.

"It's amazing," Astrid said. She was in awe. She never thought that Hiccup could make a small model airplane, whose speed is 236km/h!

"There are many people who surely made better planes, and they-" Hiccup was cut off by Astrid punching his arm.

"Will you stop doing that!?" Hiccup exclaimed. If she would continue punching his arm, he might get a bruise!

"Stop, discrediting yourself!" Astrid exclaimed. Why he couldn't just accept the compliment?

"Please all attendants of the Air Race of Small Model Aircraft come to the runway," said the announcer.

"Come," Astrid said. "You will not want to be late for your performance. Also, your plane is amazing! And you're gonna win!"

At first, Hiccup wanted to say that his plane wasn't amazing. But then he remembered the last time he 'discredited' himself. He certainly didn't want to get another punch!

"Thanks," he just said and they went to the runway.


Hiccup glanced at the bleachers. His father wasn't there. It was already his turn to perform and he was standing on the runway, holding his plane. When everyone noticed the plane they gasped in shock and then began murmuring things like 'Is that small model Blackbird?', 'That's amazing!', 'It can't be fast, it's just the look.'. Hiccup simply didn't pay attention to them.

He turned to the bleachers one more time. He noticed Gobber sitting on the third row and doing something with his hook. Then his gaze fell on Astrid. She noticed him looking at her and gave him thumbs up, encouraging him. And then he glanced at the place where his father should be sitting. It was empty.

Hiccup sighed. Well, he never expected him to come, but he was hoping. He put his plane on the runway and took the controller. He was already going to nod saying that he's ready when he caught a glimpse of red beard in the corner of his eye. He turned and noticed his father trying to move through people, wanting to sit next to Gobber. He smiled. His father noticed him, smiled too, nodding his head.

Hiccup turned to the referee.

"I'm ready," he said. The referee began the countdown. Hiccup took a deep breath. When he heard the referee say 'one', he pushed the button and the plane began driving. The time seemed to freeze. He avoided all the cones and then the plane sprinted, crossing the finish line.

Everyone's mouth was hanging open. They were shocked. Even Gobber couldn't believe what he had just seen. He thought he knew what his apprentice was able to do. But this time he just couldn't find the words.

The referee looked at his timer and then murmured.

"Unbelievable…"

Hiccup looked at him with a confused look. He didn't understand what happened. Everyone was just staring at him and saying nothing.

Finally, the referee spoke.

"34.52 seconds. That's a new record, my boy! No one ever made a small model plane which was able to pass this road in 34.52 seconds!"

Hiccup's confused expression turned into a huge smile. He couldn't believe it! He had beaten the record! The RECORD! Astrid stood up and began running towards him. And then she gave him a big hug. At first, Hiccup was shocked. Astrid Hofferson was hugging him! Finally, he snapped out from his stupor and awkwardly hugged her back.

"Hiccup you did it!" she exclaimed breaking the hug. "You bet the record! You won!"

"I think I've already figured that out," Hiccup sassed. He was still in shock and the sarcasm was the only answer that he could find. Astrid just gave him a not-amused expression and was about to punch him when Hiccup felt huge arms wrap around him and he already knew who it was.

"Dad…Can't…Breath…" he managed to say. Stoick released him and patted his son's back.

"Congratulations, son. You deserve it," he said smiling proudly.

"Thanks, dad," Hiccup answered. He was really glad that his father was able to come.

"Ah, laddie! Ye overdid yerself! Good job!" Gobber said patting Hiccup's back.

"Thanks, Gobber," said Hiccup. He was very grateful that all these people found a time and came to cheer for him.

Since he was the last one to perform. All three pushed him to the stage to receive the cube.

"The winner of the race is Henry Haddock!" said the man handing him the cube. "He didn't only win the race, but also beat the record!"

The crowd erupted with cheers. Hiccup smiled gratefully.

"Thank you," he said accepting the cube.

"Also, this year we have another prize," said the man. Hearing that, the crowd silenced. They were intrigued. "This cube is for Fisher Ingerman, who had made the most detailed small model aircraft!"

Fishlegs was shocked. His colleagues, noticing that he wasn't moving, pushed him to the stage in order to receive the cube. The man handed Fishlegs the cube and he took it without saying a thing.

"Fishlegs congratulations!" Hiccup exclaimed patting his friend back. Fishlegs was still in shock, not saying anything. Hiccup waved his hand in front of his face and finally, Fishlegs woke up.

"Whaa…" was all that he said.

"You won a cube Fishlegs! For the most detailed small model aircraft!" Hiccup said excitedly. Fishlegs thought that he heard it wrong. He couldn't have won a cube.

"I did?" Fishlegs asked still not believing.

"Of course!" Hiccup exclaimed.

Fishlegs began smiling. He had won! This was his first cube! And he had won it for making the most detailed model of his favorite airplane! He couldn't believe it!

"I did it! Yes! Fishleeegs!" he exclaimed.

Hiccup laughed at his friend's reaction. Then he looked at the crowd noticing, Gobber, Astrid, and his father clapping loudly. Hiccup smiled. This surely was a good day.

So that's it. I hope you liked this chapter. I want to say that this week I will be at mountains for 3 days and I don't think I'll be able to write there. So the next chapter might be a little late. But I'll try to update on time. Please tell me what you think and until next time!

P.S. If you still don't know. I'm posting a new chapter every 7 days (or at least trying to post).