A/N: Well, here's chapter 4. I actually managed to get this updated. Right now it's a little bit past midnight and tomorrow, or rather, later in the morning is when school starts again. I just wanted to update one more chapter before I have to work on schoolwork again.

TheIronGhost1223: Haha, nope. I wish I was though. Think of all the cool stuff I could do if I was. I just have a really active imagination

Xiaberri: Well this is a HiccupxOC fanfiction. Well at least that was my plan when u first started writing this fanfiction. I already planned in my head for how this story will play out but like most of my plans its most likely going to shift a bit. There will be some romance between them for sure. So just keep reading.

RoboticMechanicalJeb: I won't what? Oh disappoint you? Oh well I sure hope so! And thanks! I'm glad to know that you actually read my author's note. Most people just skip it. Even in guilty of doing that most of the time when reading other people's fanfictions.

binger25: I'm glad you do. I'm really sorry but I don't want to spoil it for you. You'll just have to read and find out.

On with the story!

Hiccup opened the door and silently closed it. He sees his father pushing coal and wood into the fire and tries to sneak past him. He got on all fours as he climbed up the stairs in order to go faster but created a lot of noise in the process.

"Hiccup." Stoick called him. Hiccup cringed, he was almost there.

"Wow, your terrible at sneaking." Tuffnut bluntly told Hiccup.

"You know, if you continued with your pace and in your feet you wouldn't have made a sound which would have let you sneak past your dad." Fishlegs said, looking over at Hiccup who was beside him.

"Thank you, Fishlegs. I'll remember that in the future for when all this actually happens." Hiccup sarcastically said.

"Dad, uh..." Hiccup awkwardly greeted. He started walking back down. "I have to talk to you, dad."

"I need to speak with you too, son." Stoick said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

"I decided that I don't want to fight dragons." Hiccup said and at the same time his father said "I think it's time you learned how to fight dragons."

They both turned to each other in confusion and asked "What?"

Some of the Vikings, especially the twins and Snotlout, chuckled at Hiccup's bad luck.

"Uh...you go first." Stoick said

"No, no. You go first." Hiccup said though he sounded unsure as he walked down a few more steps.

"Alright. You got your wish. Dragon training. You start in the morning."

Hiccup's expression clearly stated that he regretted letting his dad speak first "Oh man I should've gone first. Cause I was thinking" Hiccup said, running his hands through his hair and waving it around, a clear sign that he was nervous and under pressure. "you know we have a surplus of dragon fighting Vikings. But do we have enough...bread making Vikings or small home repair Vikings?"

"Seriously, small home repair? Bread making?! If anything Hiccup, you'll be working in the forge with me." Gobber told Hiccup.

Astrid scoffed "I really see no difference in how he can be any more useful in the forge than in one of those ridiculous jobs."

Hiccup sank in his seat. Gobber defended him by saying "Well for one thing, your ax."

Astrid gave him a look but Gobber didn't say anything more.

Stoick didn't even pay any attention to Hiccup and just handed him a single edged ax. "You'll need this."

Hiccup stumbled backwards as he caught the ax with both arms. "I don't wanna fight dragons."

Stoick brushed his words off with a laugh, thinking it was a joke "Come on. Yes you do."

Stoick turned his back on Hiccup and started to walk away which usually meant their conversation was over but this time Hiccup wouldn't let it "Rephrase. Dad, I can't kill dragons."

Stoick turned around to face him again "But you will kill dragons."

"No, I'm really very extra sure that I won't."

"It's time, Hiccup." Stoick said, sounding a lot more serious as he took a few steps closer to his son.

"Do you not hear me?" Hiccup asked sounding both desperate and annoyed and it clearly showed on his face.

"This is serious, son." Stoick's tone now started to sound like when he scolded Hiccup minus the yelling. He grabbed the ax from Hiccup with one hand "When you carry this ax, you carry all of us with you." and then gave it back to him. He then lifted Hiccup, forcing him to stand straighter. "Which means you walk like us, you talk like us, you think like us. No more of...this" Stoick gestured to Hiccup.

"You just gestured to all of me." Hiccup said sounding annoyed and slightly exasperated.

"Deal?"

"This conversation is feeling very one sided."

"Deal?!"

Hiccup internally sighed "Deal." Hiccup finally said, sounding very defeated.

"Good. Train hard. I'll be back. Probably." Stoick said as he grabbed a basket and put his helmet on his head before leaving the house.

"And I'll be here. Maybe."

"Is this how your conversations with your dad always goes?" Fishlegs asked Hiccup.

"Yeah, pretty much. He never lets me get a say in anything." Hiccup muttered but it was loud enough for Fishlegs and the teens to hear.

They looked at Hiccup with pity. Even Astrid though a lot less conspicuous. Their parents did much more than listen to them and they started to feel bad for the boy they always thought was nothing more than useless.

There were whispers among the other Vikings about how he's treated inside his house. Some started to see how unfairly Hiccup was actually treated and was starting to feel sorry for him. Most of them however, particularly the more stubborn Vikings were still too angered by Hiccup's actions towards the dragon to think anything of it.

The scene switched to Olga who was sitting up on her bed, having obviously just woken up. Getting up, she grabbed her sketchbook and other belongings and put it in her satchel before placing it across her shoulders. She then put on her hood (with fur cape), clasping it together over her chest.

She exited her house. It was the brink of dawn and still quite dark out but light enough to be able to see without needing a torch.

She walked to a small fenced grassy area at the side of her house where nothing but an old yak lay, unmoving.

"Is that a dead yak?" Tuffnut asked to nobody in particular.

"I'm...not sure. I think so?" Ruffnut told her brother.

"Why would she keep a dead yak?" Astrid scoffed at the twins.

"Maybe it's just sleeping?" Fishlegs said the most logical answer, though it sounded more like a question.

"That's the oldest yak I've ever seen in my life." One of the older Vikings commented.

Olga vaulted over the fence. She walked towards the yak, kneeled down next to it and started petting the yak.

"Good morning Dusty." she greeted the yak, her voice quiet and soft. The yak stayed motionless.

"Is it really not dead?" Tuffnut asked no one in particular. Nobody could answer him and so they just continued to watch what was in the screen.

Olga turned her head to Hiccup, who was taking a walk near her house. He was looking down, not even looking at where he was going.

"Is it just me, or does it seem like she can just sense where people are?" Tuffnut once again, asked.

"Her senses are sharp." Astrid curtly told him, sounding quite miffed by it.

"Hiccup." Olga called him, her voice barely above a whisper but in the silence of the early morning it was loud enough to alert Hiccup. He stopped in his tracks and turned his head to Olga's direction.

"Oh, uh...Olga." he greeted awkwardly as he walked towards her and stopped just in front of the fence. "You're up early. I didn't think anyone would be up at this hour. Well, unless there's a dragon raid."

"I always get up this early." she gave the yak, Dusty, a brief glance before she stood up and walked towards Hiccup. "But you don't. So why are you?"

Hiccup rubbed the back of his neck and tugged at his hair "I...couldn't sleep. So I decided to take a walk to clear my head."

"Something tells me its more than just that dragon you didn't kill that's bothering you." Olga spoke with that same gentle tone she's used on Hiccup before. Her arms rested on the fence supporting her weight.

Hiccup sighed and ran his hand through his hair, looking down on the ground. Olga just looked at him, absorbing his every movement.

"What is it?"

Hiccup sighed again, rubbing the back of his neck and looking everywhere else besides Olga. "Its just...just when I've decided that I don't want to kill dragons, my dad...he decided to put me in dragon training!"

Stoick, as well as most of the Villagers, frowned at this.

Hiccup finally looked at Olga in the eyes. Those same eyes that looked at him with a gentleness he's never seen before he met her. But now there was a hint of worry, which was accented with the small frown of her lips. Then, the frustration in Hiccup's eyes vanished and was replaced with something else. His entire expression changed.

The Vikings were confused with Hiccup's sudden change of mood.

Hiccup of course, knew his own face and already knew what he was about to do next.

Gobber, knew that look for he's seen it every time Hiccup came up with another one of his ideas. And by the way Olga's brows furrowed together in apprehension, he could tell she knew about that look as well.

"Hey, how about you go to dragon training with me? I'm sure Gobber wouldn't mind getting another student. It'll be perfect, we'll have each other's backs, and neither of us wants to actually hurt the dragons so-" Hiccup cut himself off when he finally noticed the look on Olga's face.

"Hiccup, sorry, but no. No, no, I...I can't." Olga's arms slipped from the fence and fell to her sides. "I want to help you but not like this. Look, I have been able to avoid having anything to do with harming dragons so far and I want to keep it that way." Olga looked at him pleadingly, like she was desperate for him to understand and to let it go.

"Avoid? All you did was just isolated yourself from the entire village." Astrid whisper-yelled, making the other teens look at her warily but they quickly looked away when she glared at them. She can be really scary especially when she's angry.

"Yeah, okay. I understand." Hiccup said so quietly, it was barely audible. He looked around, feeling the need to change the subject. His eyes stopped at her house. "Hey, is that your house? It looks...different...from the others."

He saw Olga relax as a small smile appeared on her face. This made Hiccup release a breath he wasn't even aware he was holding. "Yeah." Olga said, looking slightly proud at her house and put her hands in her hips. "Its the oldest standing house in this island. Didn't have to repair it for 10 years."

The murmurs of the Vikings were heard all throughout the cinema. How could her house have survived that long?

"10 years? Wow. How'd it survive the raids?"

She shrugged "The dragon's stopped attacking here for some reason."

Olga leaped over the fence and stood beside Hiccup. She walked towards her house and Hiccup followed. She walked to the back of her house and grabbed a basket of fishing equipment from on top of the lid of a big storage crate.

"You're going fishing?" Hiccup asked, his eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion.

"Yes. I need to fill this crate before the harshness of winter arrives." she opened the lid of the crate, showing Hiccup the amount of fish stored inside. "Not even a tenth of it is filled and winter is starting soon. So I have a lot of work to do."

"You store your own food? Why don't you just eat the food in the Mead Hall?"

The Vikings were wondering the same thing. She was still a child. Why would she go through all that trouble to get her own food?

"Because the food there is for the villagers." Hiccup opened his mouth but Olga wasn't finished speaking "I've been isolated from the Vikings for so long that taking food from there...it just seems a little too much like stealing."

That's when the Vikings realized how alone she truly was. From the start of the movie, she's made it clear but it didn't fully registered to the Vikings just how much until now. They couldn't help but feel even more ashamed for what they inadvertently put the girl through.

Hiccup looked at the image of Olga, feelings of compassion burned inside of him. She was so strong, he realized, so much stronger than anyone in the village, anyone he's ever met. Who else could live a life like that and brush it off as if it was normal?

Hiccup opened his mouth to say something but he found himself unable to speak. He felt extremely sorry for Olga at that moment.

Olga noticed this and gave him a smile, a silent message telling him not to worry and that she was fine. For some reason, that smile soothed his nerves, in more ways than one.

"I should go. The sooner I start, the more fish I'll be able to catch." Olga told him.

"Yeah, I should probably head for dragon training." Hiccup nodded awkwardly.

They turned away from each other but before either of them could go their separate ways, Olga dropped her fishing equipment and turned around, giving Hiccup a quick hug.

The Vikings around Hiccup gave him weird looks, some, like Gobber, gave him knowing smiles.

Hiccup didn't notice any of this attention though, he was too focused on the screen.

Hiccup was shocked by her action, not expecting it at all. "Good luck." she cooed.

Hiccup's expression softened and gave the girl a smile which she gladly returned.

Olga jabbed her index finger into Hiccup's chest, her expression more stern yet had a trace of playfulness within it "Don't get yourself killed."

Hiccup couldn't help but smirk. "I'll try my hardest."

"Good." Olga said before she turned around, grabbing her equipment and walked in the direction of the beach, just beyond the forest surrounding the village.

Hiccup's gaze lingered to her departing figure for a bit before turning around. He left, feeling a lot lighter than when he left his house. Suddenly, he wasn't so distraught about Dragon Training anymore.