So this is a short chapter but it, I don't know, gives a lot of info I guess. Um, so yeah, someone brought it to my attention, the plot is a bit confusing mostly because I just write whatever comes to mind while keeping it with the story and past events, keep in mind that when I first starting writing this I had no idea what I was doing with it and barely know what to do with it. Hope you're enjoying it anyways. As for ships, I'm not sure why I even asked, since I'm not going to have any here. Also, y'all can ship whoever y'all want, just as long as shipping wars don't happen.

He looked out of the window, cliché enough, it was pouring down rain. Hiccup chose to go home with his father, not listening to him yell at him. Viggo had told him that it would be okay and that he was still welcomed at the company. No way was he going to give up such an opportunity, not to mention that he was still having to help Victor and such. He was wondering how he was going to sneak out and head back to Archipelago when the car came to a sudden, screeching halt.

"Hiccup, are you even listening to me?" Stoick bellowed, bringing his son out of his head and back into the real world. He was already angry and Hiccup wasn't helping him calm. No that he could even calm down, he was too furious with him.

His son was so startled that he smacked his hand against the window with a painful sound, hissing in pain as he glared at his father. "No," he said, turning his attention back to the window and seeing that they were close to home just at a red light. Snotlout was asleep and was a heavy sleeper so he didn't even jolt awake at the sudden stop. He was unaware of the world around him as his uncle was yelling at his cousin.

Stoick mumbled something under his breath, shaking his head at his son. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with him if he continued acting with so much rebellion. He had let him keep his piercing (unaware of his tattoo) and yet he continued to disobey him. "Hiccup, I'm trying—"

"No! You are not! You continuously go to work and not once do you ever say a thing to me! You might have changed these past few weeks, but you can't change the past." Hiccup's voice lowers from a shout, trying hard not to cry. "You left me alone with no one but the terrible thoughts that plague my mind. You don't even know the pain that I've gone through those years of silence and neglect."

Hiccup shook his head, taking his seatbelt off and getting out of the car. Stoick stared at his son, telling him to get back in the car but was ignored as he slammed the door and walked. He walked away, not once looking back. Stoick was brought out of his stupor when the car behind him honked and he noticed the light had turned green.

Hiccup had his hood up and hands stuffed into his pocket as rain started to fall. Tears ran down his face yet he did nothing to wipe them off. He was crying with the sky, he was mulling over the negative thoughts that had came over him. He walked to The Cove, deciding to hide there until the morning. He wasn't sure why he said those things—they were true and a small weight from his chest had been lifted—yet he was regretting having said anything. He came out of his thoughts when he tripped and stumbled slightly, falling in a puddle of mud. He cursed as he propped himself up, getting up and hissing in pain that his left ankle gave. He must've hurt it when he fell, not twisted or anything too bad. He muttered to himself about what a great job he was doing and letting out sarcastic comments. He stood up, limping as he made his way past the curtain of vines and sighing in relief as the pain began to fade away.

He couldn't help but think of the song Numb by Linkin Park. The lyrics went well with most of his thoughts. He just couldn't help but start loosely singing it, letting the rain's music guide him through the song. He loved this song for it was something that brought the four of them together, the expectations that their parents wanted was something that they could feel getting to them. They didn't want to be like them, but they wanted to follow their own paths in life.

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there.

It was burning, smoke was filling my lungs. I heard screaming, yet I couldn't pinpoint where they were or even know what they were saying. Their voices sounded murky as if I was under water, but that wasn't possible. It couldn't be possible. Smoke, fire, there was crashing and the agony erupted. Then a voice, much clearer than the others. It rang out and filled every single one of my senses and no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, it was there.

Whose voice was that? It didn't sound male nor female, more like a mixture of both yet none. More and more questions came and went, but they were all driven away when the voice spoke again. What did that mean? Once again my mind was turned into a huge funnel of questions only for it to disintegrate. The voice didn't stop, it kept getting louder and louder, and I couldn't think and no matter how hard I tried to push it away, to leave, I couldn't. FInally, much to my relief, the voice faded away and I was left in the flames, burning and suffocating in the smoke.

Hiccup shot awake, cold sweat sliding down his face at his hair clung to it. He was frantically glancing around and found himself in the cabin. He sighed and wiped the sweat away as he calmed his beating heart. So many questions lingered in his mind before hurriedly grabbing a piece of paper and a pen. Something came over him and he stared at the page with wide eyes.

The four's future has been carved
The one who starves,

Their lives brought together
By the bird with the obsidian feathers

There was a few lines missing, Hiccup could tell. What were those lines? Why couldn't he remember? He wracked his brain over it but soon a headache, one of the worst ones he's had, a migraine, came and he gripped his head, trying and failing to push it out.

Lies, he came up with through the pain. Something about lies.

He had a bad feeling, but all he was left was even more questions and a migraine.

So that happened, I wasn't sure how to end it but that happened, hope y'all enjoyed this chapter, albeit it shortness. Did this give some clarity or was it even more confusing? Also, Victor is the guy from Chapter 3 who ordered the two white chocolate mochas. Also make a guess on what the "bird with obsidian feathers" is.