Hiccup was a 16-year-old bought it with auburn hair and emerald green eyes, and he was also the son of the Norse Goddess Frigg. She was currently walking around the park as if he didn't have a care in the world, but that wasn't true by a long shot.

Last winter he had to rescue his father from an ancient son of Loki, who had been bested by his ancestor named Johann. And if that wasn't enough, he pretended to be a friend at the Academy and tried to poison him, and now he was who knows where plotting.

It was now the summer holidays, and he was spending it with his father, who had recovered quite well for his time as a prisoner. That said he was concerned whether Johann would try to capture him again.

He looked around and saw some kids playing football, those kids had no idea how dangerous the real world really was. Mortars were unable to see Norse creatures thanks to the glamour, so if a troll attacked right now, they wouldn't be aware of it.

Speaking of which was concerned how come no monsters had attacked him at all since he left the Academy. The Academy had a magical barrier that protected the students there as the Norse Gods had many enemies and would attack their children to get them.

He decided not to dwell on it, because knowing his luck the moment he put great thought into it now will be the moment that monsters attacked. He was concerned about his friends, especially Astrid Hofferson, who had decided to spend the summer holidays with her mother.

"Hey, it's the loser!" said a sneering voice.

Hiccup sighed as he knew its owner; he turned around and saw the local bully Butch. Butch was an overgrown and plump 16-year-old with greasy black hair. He liked to spend the time picking on helpless kids, and he was his mark. He wasn't alone as he had several ugly friends by his side, who were just as tall as he was and lacking in the brain department.

Hiccup was no stranger of being bullied, he suffered a lot from and during his time at school. Of course, the difference was that he was able to protect himself, but Hiccup rereading one uses demigod powers against Butch and his gang as it was a bit of an unfair advantage.

"Hello, Butch what a surprise running into you," said Hiccup dryly.

Butch sneered at him. "You should expect to run into me when you're muscling in on our turf."

"First off this is a public park and second I'm not muscling into anyone turf," Hiccup pointed out.

He knew it was no point trying to talk reason with Butch as such reasoning was beyond his tiny brain.

"If this place is my turf, it's my turf," said Budge approaching him.

"You're not really going to beat me up in front of a captive audience?" Hiccup asked his eyes slowly turning towards the crowd of people watching.

Butch gain quite a reputation, he had received several warnings from the police, all of which he ignored.

Butch looked at the crowd of people. "It might just be worth to show you who's boss around here."

"I would advise against that Butch," said a voice.

Hiccup turned into his relief he saw Eric Eretson leaning against a nearby tree. Eric was a rather dashing 21-year-old with glossy black haired tied in a ponytail on the back and had a good set of muscles. Ever since he had returned from Midgard Academy, Eric had been one of his best mortal friends.

Hiccup didn't really know much about it back story only that he was an orphan, his father died when he was just a child, and he never knew his mother. He had been working at the care shelter, and Hiccup helped out every once in a while is, and the two of them quickly became friends.

"Ereston," Butch growled. "I can never understand why your friends with this loser."

"In my opinion, you guys are the losers," Eric smiled. "You keep on using the same old tactics, again and again, picking on the weak and helpless. But when someone bigger and stronger you come along, you quickly run away in the opposite direction."

Butch looked at him furiously, and for moment Hiccup thought he might actually charge at Eric. Though his friends and Hiccup use the term loosely, were a bit wary. Apart from the ugliest among the bunch and the biggest, though he didn't say a lot.

"We're out of here," said Butch.

All the men started to depart apart from the big ugly one which Hiccup mentioned earlier. He was looking at both Hiccup and Eric with a murderous look.

"Hey, Big Boy, I said we're leaving!" Butch yelled.

He looked at them one last time and then departed.

Eric then approached Hiccup. "You all right?"

"Thanks to you," said Hiccup.

"I have a feeling you would have done all right by yourself," said Eric.

If he only knew, but Hiccup didn't want any of his mortal friends, which were few in number, to get caught in his life.

"I don't know about that."

Eric smiled. "So you heading off home?"

"Better before my dad since a search party," Hiccup joked.

"Well, tell your dad I said hi."

"I will."

Hiccup then made his way straight back home and found his father was already getting the meal ready. Hiccup's father Steven or Stoick to his friends was a big mountain of a man with a large red beard, and that the two of them look nothing alike apart from their eyes.

"Had a nice walk, son?" he asked.

"Well, I wasn't had by monsters," Hiccup shrugged.

"Always a good thing," said his father as he placed the plates down on the table.

Hiccup sat down at the table. "I just expected something to happen when I return home, but nothing."

"Just be grateful that you're having a peaceful summer," his father smiled.

"I know, I know."

His father sighed. "Son, I know exactly how you feel."

Hiccup raised an eyebrow. "So when you were 16 you were concerned that you would be attacked by monsters from ancient Norse mythology?"

"Okay, maybe not exactly how you feel, but I know what it feels like to be anxiously waiting for something to happen. You forget I was in the army in my youth I was in the Gulf War, remember?"

It wasn't exactly hard to forget, his father had pictures of him in military uniform around the house along with all the medals he earned in action. He still didn't know the full story of how he and his mother met, though thinking about it perhaps it would be best if he didn't know.

"I'm also concerned about my friends I haven't heard," Hiccup sighed as he leaned back. "I mean I'm sure that Ragnar is on some sort of mission, probably trying to find more demigods. But I had at least hope to hear from Astrid."

"She hasn't responded to any of your messages?" his father frowned.

"We did promise we would stay in touch."

"I'm sure she is fine, son. She's a strong lass."

"Yeah, I know."

"So what brooding over your friends how was your walk?"

"Wonderful until the point into Butch, who claimed I was muscling into his territory."

"I should have a strong work with his parents," his father growled. "Did he give you too much trouble?"

"No, Eric jumped in before things got out of hand."

"Goodman that Eric."

"So how has your day been?" Hiccup asked.

"Nothing special, just writing up my memoirs."

Ever since he had been rescued been busy in the study writing his memoirs during his free time.

"And how are they going?"

"Slowly, my mind is not what it used to be, which is part of the reason why I started writing them."

Hiccup then gave him a small smile. "And how is counselling sessions going?"

His father then immediately choked on the chicken he was eating. "They're going well."

His father's experience during his time as a captive meeting made him relive some terrible memories back when he was in the military. It was on Hiccup's insistence that he went and saw a counsellor on such matters. This particular councillor's name was Violet, and while he had never met her, his father tensed up every time he mentioned her.

"You going to invite her around someday?" Hiccup smiled.

His father looked at him, suspiciously. "Are you trying to hook me up with my counsellor?"

"I never said such a thing," said Hiccup raising his hands defensively.

His father didn't look particularly convinced. "Son, you know full well, my heart belongs to your mother."

"Who happens to be a Norse goddess of marriage," Hiccup pointed out.

"We were married."

"For one night and then you got divorced."

"Not my point. I'm saying after meeting your mother I'm not certain now be able to find another woman like her."

"Well, not with that attitude, you never know until you try."

His father groaned. "Is this your plan keep on testing me until I agree?"

Hiccup shrugged. "It appears to be working."

His father shook his head. "Fine, I'll invite her around someday, happy?"

Hiccup smiled. "I am now."