Heyo! I'm back from the dead! Sorry I've been gone from writing for soooo long! Finals are killing me and I have another week! Ugh! Anyway, After that, a new chapter of any of my stories will be posted each day I hope. This summer I'm going to get shit done. Sound good? I will post requests for one-shots from Hiccstrid On The Edge this summer! All of them I swear! Anyway, thanks for all the reviews and likes!

Review of the day: DreamDancer

Hello! I'm a SUPER HUGE How To Train Your Dragon fan and I usually am against all the modern remakes of the stories... but... I LOVE THIS STORY! It's funny and cute and playful and I love how the entire gang's here! Now I'm super curious about other modern twists on the HTTYD series. You have most certainly made a great impression for the modern HTTYD series! Please update soon!

Big thank you to DreamDancer! Glad you like it!

Here is the 5th chapter! Review and enjoy!

Hiccup's P.O.V

I hated the smell of the stupid hospital. It smelled too clean when you first entered. The lady at the front desk held too wide a smile, for working at a place of death. Hospitals were supposed to help the sick and injured right? That's what they told you in grade school. They filled you with false hope.

Hospitals were here full of false hope of curing loved ones. Finding the root to problems, then making them feel all better with some medicine, where they would come out a few days later to continue life like it was. Wrong. They tried, but nobody has all the answers.

I hadn't stepped foot in a hospital in years. The last time I went into one... I had two legs. Well... sort of. And the time before that... I had mother... well sort of.

I had lost my mom at five years old. At the time Dad always told me she was just really sick. He didn't tell me what it was or why she had it. He just told me to love her like she was still my mom.

Except she wasn't. I didn't realize until much later, that I had lost my mom two months before she died. I shook out of my daze as Astrid looked at me with a stern expression. Perhaps some confusion, but mostly, I saw I tinge of fear in her eye.

"You good?" She asked, keeping her voice low. Like she wanted to be respectful. Like she was at a funeral. She wasn't, but she was close. I gave her a lying smile and nod. She furrowed her eyebrows.

"You're lying." Was all she said simply. How could someone I had met only two weeks prior, know me so well already? She didn't say anything else, which was a relief if I was being honest. This was not the time to be focused on my backstory. I was here to focus on Astrid.

"Hofferson?" She gulped and stood, her feet pointed inward awkwardly. I gulped too. I wasn't sure why, but I didn't like that she was so nervous. I preferred it when she was smiling and laughing. She stumbled forward a little and began to walk to the stupid woman at the front desk.

"You can see him now." The woman said in a high pitched voice, typing away at her computer. Astrid looked frozen for a second. Was she always like this in the waiting room? Without thinking, I grabbed her hand. She wrapped her fingers around my palm and clenched her fist. I ignored my achy hand, because gods darn it, she was worth it.

Astrid moved to towards the elevator. I gave her a small grin, to hide my worried look. She stared up and down at the steel doors. I bit my lip and stared with her.

"Stairs?" She nodded and turned towards the emergency stair case. We began to climb to the fourth floor. I glanced at the bare walls and small square windows that looked down to the busy city below. I looked at the plaques that came with each landing that read the floor number and units that were covered. By the third landing I felt it.

A tiny pop in my leg like a small explosion of pain. Damn not now. I cursed under my breath. Astrid didn't notice. She was already opening the door and making her way down the hall. She knew exactly what door to go through that led her into a brightly lit room, despite the beige walls and white medical supplies. I grimanced at the remembrance of this place. At the end of the room, laying perfectly still in a hospital bed was a man. He was thin and slightly shriveled, but breathing shallowly.

"Hey Dad." Astrid whispered sitting on a stool next to him. She took his hand and squeezed it gently.

"Sorry I'm late. I was at a friends. Hiccup's actually. The boy I told you about?" She stared into his face, looking for a sigh of response. She told him about me?

"He's here now actually. He drove me here." I smiled and rested my hand over his.

"Hi Mr. Hofferson. I'm Hiccup... well Henry technically." Astrid beamed at me, a hint of a smile forming at her lips. She began to talk. Talk about work and me and Heather. I felt guilty to say that I only half listened to her. Instead my eyes wandered to the wooden bedside table. It had a vase of flowers, a stack of unopened cards, and a couple pictures. I scanned them.

The man was in his uniform with a wide grin. He was tall and muscular with a prickle of hair across his jaw. He had rosy lips and white teeth. The badge read Hofferson. The man in the picture and the man in the bed next to me wasn't the same person. A knife felt like it was cutting into my stomach from the inside. Reopening that black hole that was last there when mom had died.

Astrid had already lost her father.

I shoved the thought away and looked through the other few photos. One was with Astrid's dad, in his swim trunks and sunglasses, eating ice cream with a little girl. She had bright blonde hair, large grin, and mesmerizing blue eyes that sparkles like nothing I had ever seen.

I came back into Astrid's voice as she stood and kissed her father on the head.

"I will be back in two days. Okay?" She asked like she was expecting an answer. She put on a brave face and a quivering smile before taking one last glance at her father.

"Ready?" She nodded and took my hand, leading me out of the room. My leg was killing me by the time we made it the ground floor, but I did my best to ignore it as Astrid was more important right now. She was always more important to me. I kept walking, hiding the slight limp the best I could, but she had stopped dead.

"Ahh! Miss Astrid Hofferson! Fancy meeting you here." I tall thinner man with a long beard said. She smiled.

"Johann. How are you." I could hear a slight stiffness in her voice as she spoke.

"Well, I suppose. You are here for the same reason I am I presume." She stiffened and nodded. He smiled at her. A nasty chill went down my back. Probably just the air conditioning.

"Ah and who might this young lad be?" Johann asked turning towards me.

"By the gods? Did you find yourself a boyfriend. What a fine fellow indeed!" Johann spoke his voice joyful, but his expression skeptical.

"What? Oh no!" Astrid and I spoke in unison.

"Just friends." Astrid finished. I nodded. He clearly did not believe us.

"Oh I see. Well then carry on. I hope to see you soon, Hmm?" Astrid nodded, but didn't smile as he walked off. I turned to her as we passed through the sliding glass doors.

"Who was that?" I asked. She spoke louder now that we were out of the hospital.

"My dad's old partner." Astrid said with a shrug. Like that was it. The black hole in my stomach twisted and sputtered. Something told me that wasn't it.

Thats the chapter! I know I said more romance, but I'm getting to it. I wanted Hiccup's P.O.V, because I felt like it was important to take things in from his view. This chapter was slow and development to the story, we will get some action next chapter for sure! Thanks! Until next time,

-Daisy