Hey! I'm back with another chapter in the life of Hiccup! Just a quick note, in the HTTYD books, Hiccup's mother is named Valhallarama, but I'm basing this on the movie, and in the movie she's named Valka, so...yeah. Just a quick fun fact. Also, thank you so much to those of you who have favorited and followed this story, and a special thanks to DinoRhino, hcsp1, DoomgirlForever, Mineblade, and a guest for reviewing, it means a lot to me, guys! So, without further ado, here's chapter 2!


Hiccup crawled through the vents of the school and for the the first time ever, was thankful for his small frame. He pulled his small map out of his pocket and looked for the Society Wing, the hall of the school where the various clubs and committees gathered. Fifth period, he had what was called "Geek Club," and although he hated the name (Who would admit to being a social stereotype?), he couldn't wait to meet these new kids who potentially had the same interests as him.

The map didn't really help, though (it only gave him a general direction), so he decided to sneak to of the next vent he could. He kept crawling until he saw light up ahead. He looked down when he reached the grate and saw not a safe place to exit, but the Teachers' Lounge. He gulped as he saw a large woman with white hair and dark skin eating shrimp, a large man who, strangely, looked a lot like Santa Claus, and Aster. Aster and Santa were arguing with the large woman that picking on one particular student simply because she had a rivalry with the student's father was not fair, but she just hissed at them and kept eating her shrimp.

Hiccup held his breath and tried to quietly crawl over the grate, but the hem of his shirt got caught on a screw. He cursed under his breath and tried to get the fabric untangled from the small projectile. In doing so, his elbow banged hard against the side of the vent. He froze, and the teachers below looked up at the vent. "What was that?" Santa Claus asked aloud. Funny, a small part of Hiccup's brain said. I didn't know Santa Claus was Russian! The rest of Hiccup's brain told that part to shut up as Hiccup held his breath.

"It was probably nothing, North!" the woman spat. "This school is so old, I wouldn't be surprised if the whole grate came off!"

And come off it did.

But she was not expecting a student to come with it.

Hiccup fell through the sudden hole in the vent, but managed to grab onto the edge with all his might. His legs dangled in front of the teachers and he began kicking, trying to propel himself back up into the vent. He clawed at the smooth metal, trying to grab onto anything he could to help him hoist himself up, but it was no use. He felt a strong pair of arms around his legs and Aster's calm voice saying, "Let go, mate. I gotcha. C'mon down." Hiccup kept thrashing, trying to make the arms let go of him, but Aster kept his grasp firm. He tugged ever so slightly, so as to let Hiccup know that he wasn't playing games.

Hiccup swallowed a sob and slowly began letting go, letting aster lower him to the ground. The large woman was watching from the other side of a chair, swearing and shouting for Mr. Moone while Santa told her to shut up.

Aster helped dust off Hiccup and reached up into the vent, grabbing the bag Hiccup had dropped in there. "Now then, mate," he said when Hiccup was situated. "What was that all about?"

Hiccup turned red and stared at his feet, wanting to disappear, to be transported somewhere safe, somewhere quiet, where he could cry. He could see it now: It would be a small valley with walls of stone enclosing it. There would be a waterfall off to this side...the river would wind through the middle...and a pond at the end. Green grass, bushes, trees...and Toothless.

Hiccup snapped out of his daydream when Aster snapped his fingers in front of his face. This just made Hiccup redder. He had to get those under control! He had to! He couldn't go through life daydreaming all the time! It had to end somewhere!

"Is something wrong, Hiccup?" Hiccup groaned. Was he really daydreaming about trying to stop his daydreaming?

Hiccup shook his head and plastered on a smile that was so fake, even he could tell it looked more like a grimace. Aster raised a worried brow and led him back to his classroom, silently thinking the whole way. Once in the classroom, he walked toward a closet door. "My office is through here," he said. He opened the door for Hiccup.

Hiccup walked in and looked around in awe. There was a small fountain in a corner, trickling water and making a soothing sound. A small bonsai tree sat on an oak desk, decorated with small pastel-colored Easter eggs. On the walls were paintings of spring blossoms and rainforests, lit by a large bay window with a window seat in front of it. Behind the desk was a bookshelf filled with various books, most of them on mathematics. Aster motioned to the two chairs in front of the desk. Hiccup took a seat at one and Aster took his place behind his desk. He laced his fingers behind his head and leaned back, putting his feet up on his desk. Hiccup played nervously with his talisman, keeping it under his shirt so Aster couldn't see it. Aster regarded Hiccup carefully, then decided on an approach to use on the small boy.

"What's your mother's name?"

Hiccup jumped slightly, then bit his lip, looking again at the ground. "It doesn't matter. She's dead." Aster sat up in surprise, but didn't immediately start apologizing like Hiccup expected.

Instead, he said, "So just because your mother isn't here, you think she doesn't exist? She's gone, so she doesn't matter."

Hiccup looked up in shock, saying, "No! I love her! Just because she's gone..." Hiccup didn't want to talk to this man.

Aster smiled, knowing he had hit Hiccup in the right spot. "So what's her name?"

"...Valka..."

"And your father...?"

"Stoick."

"And how is he?"

"He's...fine. He's alive."

"Do you live with him?"

"Yes. I live with him and my cousin Astrid."

"Are you happy at home?"

Hiccup eyed him wearily. "...I'm content."

Aster nodded. "So why were you crawling through the vents?"

Hiccup got a pleading look on his face. "Mr. Bunnymund, please don't make me answer that! I'm sorry I was in the vents, I won't do it again, just please don't make me answer!"

Aster studied him carefully. He sensed a turmoil within Hiccup, like the reason he was in the vents was confusing him as well. Aster didn't know what to think, but he knew that he must somehow give Hiccup hope.

"Okay," he said. "You don't have to answer that." Hiccup sighed with relief. "But know this, Hiccup." He leaned in close. "I can see you're struggling with something. I won't pry if you don't want me to, but it will get better. I can see you're a good kid, you're a clever kid. You'll figure it out.

Aster stood up, moving to the door. "Now, run along. Lunch will be over in a few minutes." He patted Hiccup on the back as Hiccup walked out. Aster shut the door and sat down on his window seat, watching the leaves turn red and yellow, then spiraling to the ground. This boy is something special, he thought. He made a resolution: He would give Hiccup hope.


Hiccup walked through the bustling halls of the school, looking for the wing he was supposed to be in. Eventually, he found a hall with "Society Wing" in gold letters above it, and walked through the open doors into the hallway. Room 303, Hiccup thought. He found the room with little difficulty and held his stomach to try to stop the butterflies from fluttering around.

As he walked in, he was met with a loud shout of triumph. He saw a small group of people around a table playing what looked like Dungeons and Dragons, which is where the cheer came from. Two people were playing a very intense game of chess, using two boards, which confused Hiccup terribly. One kid, a bigger boy with stringy blond hair, was sitting at a computer playing Skyrim. He turned around, as if Hiccup's presence was one he didn't recognize, and smiled at Hiccup. He got up and walked over to Hiccup, waving slightly. "Hi! I'm Fishlegs!" He outstretched his hand and Hiccup took it, trying not to wrinkle his nose at Fishlegs's putrid fish smell, but failed. Fishlegs noticed and laughed. "Sorry about the smell; I woke up late and didn't have time to shower. I work down at the docks, so I smell like rotting fish a lot. That's how I got my nickname. I used to be Christopher." He laughed again. "Anyway, so you're new! Great! What's your name?" Hiccup hiccuped on cue. Fishlegs caught on and smiled. "Hiccup?" Hiccup nodded. "Cool. It's unique, like mine. I have a feeling we'll be friends, Hiccup!" Hiccup smiled politely, but thought of Jack, Rapunzel, and Merida when he said "friends."

"Hey guys!" Fishlegs called to the group playing D&D. They looked up. "This is Hiccup!" They eyed him warily, sizing him up. One girl piped up, "Hi!" But otherwise all was silent. Then, just as abruptly as they had looked, they went back to their game. "Ignore them," Fishlegs whispered. He walked him over to the people playing chess. "Jamie, Geoffrey, this is Hiccup!" A smaller boy, like Hiccup, and a bigger boy who looked very similar to Fishlegs looked up from their game. "Hiccup, this is Jamie Bennett," the smaller boy smiled, "and my twin brother, Geoffrey."

"We're fraternal," Geoffrey said. "And call me Geoff." Hiccup nodded curtly. He pointed quizzically the the chess game with two boards.

"Alice Chess!" Jamie exclaimed excitedly. "Watch!" He moved his knight forward as you normally would, but then transported it to the same spot on the other board. Hiccup furrowed his brow. Geoff moved his queen to the opposite board, putting Jamie's king in check. Jamie then transported his king one spot away, but again, onto the other board.

"You can't do that!" Geoff said. "You're on board A!"

Jamie furrowed his brow. "Oh yeah..." He moved his king back to where it was and instead transported his bishop, ultimately killing Geoff's queen. Geoff hissed in disappointment and Jamie pumped his fist in the air. "So there's Alice Chess!" He grinned toothily at Hiccup. "D'ya get it?" Hiccup shook his head, still confused. "Well, it's okay," Jamie said matter-of-factly. "It usually takes quite a while to get used to. I didn't understand it completely for two years!"

"He's slow," Fishlegs teased.

"I am not!" Jamie threw a captured pawn at him, still smiling. Fishlegs dodged it, hissing a laugh as he picked it up.

Fishlegs and Hiccup left them to their own devices as the walked over to a girl reading a gaming manual. Hiccup was shocked to see it was the blonde from Trig, studying the booklet for Call of Duty like her entire grade depended on it. "Hiccup, this is Elsa. Elsa." She looked up and smiled. She was really very pretty. Her face held a royal sort of pride, but also a humility that only comes from loss. "Elsa, this is Hiccup!" She stood up and shook his hand. She was slightly taller than him, he realized with disappointment.

"Hi! I'm Elsa Arendelle, great-granddaughter of the founder of Arendelle Academy!" She winced. "Sorry. That sounded like I was bragging. I only said it to clear up any suspicions about my name. 'YES Elsa Arendelle of Arendelle Academy.'" She stuck out her tongue. "It gets so annoying saying that when people are like, 'Arendelle? As in... The school we're in right now?' No dip, Sherlock." She made a face. "Anyway! Sorry about that! Hi! Nice to meet you... Sorry, I didn't catch your name!"

"Hiccup." Fishlegs said for him. Hiccup cast a silent look of gratitude at him.

She looked from Hiccup to Fishlegs and back to Hiccup. "Okay...Hiccup. It's nice to meet you!"

"We'll let you get back to your book now, Elsa," Fishlegs said. She smiled and sat back down on the floor against the wall as she had been. They walked back over to Fishlegs's computer. "So that's everyone! At least all of the friendly ones. Jamie's a freshman, so he's kind of bubbly, and Elsa's a senior, but she's pretty chill, huh?" Hiccup nodded. "Me and Geoff are juniors. What about you? Sophomore?" Hiccup nodded, wondering how Fishlegs could've guessed that. "Cool, sophomore! Well, here's the gist of Geek Club: you come in here and hang out. That's it. You do whatever sort of geeky or nerdy activity you want and go crazy. We have tons of games and consoles, lots of books, DVDs with Star Trek, Star Wars, Doctor Who, you name it, we got it. I'm gonna get back to my game, feel free to do whatever!" Hiccup nodded and Fishlegs went back to Skyrim.

Hiccup looked around at all of the students doing their various activities. He saw some people playing a Smash Bros. game, some others reading books, and some just sitting there and talking. He decided to watch Doctor Who, but just as he was walking to the DVD player with it, some other kids put in something else. He stopped and stared as an anime came on. Sighing dejectedly, he put the DVD back where he got it and looked around. Maybe Halo? He shook his head. He wasn't all that into shooters. He could read, maybe? He walked over to the bookshelf, but found that he had read most of them, none which he felt like rereading, and the ones that he hadn't read were uninteresting.

"Hey!" Hiccup turned around to find a girl with dark skin and black hair looking him up and down. She pursed her lips and smiled at him with false sincerity. "Freak. What's your name?" Hiccup stared at her in shock. She raised an eyebrow. "Ooh, a mute freak." She turned on her heel and walked out of the room where two other girls, one with long auburn hair and another with short auburn hair.

"We got another freak, Jasmine?" the one with longer hair asked.

"Unfortunately, Meg," Jasmine replied.

"When are we going to get a break?" the other girl asked as they walked away.

"By the looks of this one, Pippa, never."

Hiccup was confused as to what just happened, but he knew he wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. His first day, and already he was being branded as "freak". There was a part of him that said, "Screw them! They're just prissy mean girls who don't know what they're talking about!" But another part, a darker part, said, "What if they're right? What if I am a freak? I mean, just look at me! I'm sitting here all alone, no friends, like a fish out of water!" Holding back tears behind stinging eyes, Hiccup made his way to the bathroom attached to the classroom. He locked himself in and sank to the floor, sobbing. In one part of his brain, he promised himself that he wouldn't be here for long, a half hour tops, but the majority of his brain let the tears take over.


Hiccup stood up and walked over to the sink. He began washing his face, the cool water soothing the puffy flesh around his eyes. He looked at himself in the mirror, his horrible reflection, and said, "You're pathetic. You look so pathetic, you know." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, relaxing his features until his face was stoic, then froze it in that emotionless expression. "You're ready," his reflection said to him. "You can do this."

He grasped the handle to the bathroom door just as the bell was ringing. He collected his bag and followed his map to the history room.

Santa Claus was teaching history. Brilliant. Just fantastic.

He recognized Hiccup as the boy who fell through the ceiling, but other than a knowing look, didn't acknowledge him at all. Hiccup took his seat next to 30 other equally bored Sophomores and prepared for a boring history lesson.


Mr. North, as Santa's real name was, apologized to the class at the end of the lesson for the boring day. He said that he wasn't "feeling well today" and that "next time the lesson will be full of wonder as always!" Hiccup was unimpressed with that statement, but a few other kids seemed hopeful for their teacher to get better. "Normally his lessons are much more exciting," one student said.

"He's made me love history!"

Hiccup ignored all of the comments that sounded like they were straight out of a TV commercial and walked to the chemistry room. This teacher he recognized, too. It was the large woman from the Teacher's Lounge, though thankfully, she didn't recognize him. He stood awkwardly in the back of the classroom as he waited for all of the students to take their seats.

As the teacher began her lesson, she noticed Hiccup. "You there! Are you supposed to be in this class?" He nodded. "Then you're new, I assume." Again, he nodded. "Well then, sit..." She scanned the classroom, looking for an empty seat. "Does anyone sit there?" she asked, pointing to a seat.

"No, Ms. Ursula. Stevie used to sit there, but he moved," Hiccup recognized that voice, that Scottish accent, that mane of red curls...

"Sit there!" Ms. Ursula pointed to the seat next to Merida and Hiccup walked to it, trying to contain his excitement.

"Aw, c'mon Ms. Ursula!" Merida's comment made Hiccup stop in his tracks. "I don't like workin' with the new students!" Hiccup's heart deflated.

Ms. Ursula grumbled something about bratty kids. "Is there anyone who is willing to work with a new student?" A few hands went up. "Anyone willing to trade out they're partners?" The hands slowly went down. "Merida! I don't care what you say, he's your new partner!" Merida groaned dramatically and her head fell on her work station.

Hiccup walked over and took his seat next to the mass of curly copper tresses. He nervously took out his notebook that he had designated for chemistry and picked up his chemistry book that was sitting underneath the table.

Ms. Ursula began talking and Hiccup began taking notes. Merida sat with her head down the whole time, but he could see her arms moving underneath her hair, so he figured she was either taking notes, which was doubtful, or doodling, which was more likely.

A half hour through the long, boring lesson, Merida slipped Hiccup a note. Surprised, he unfolded the small paper, and read, What's your name?

Pursing his lips, he wrote, Hiccup. and passed it back.

She was still hiding under her hair, so he couldn't tell what she was writing. The paper came back to him with I'm Merida. Look at the guy three seats to my left. Don't make it obvious.

Hiccup casually pretended to be looking at the clock and saw a huge dude with black hair. He was muscular and had a cruel face with a scar over his left eye. Hiccup gulped and wrote back I see him. What about him?

His name's Mor'du. He's the cruelest person you'll ever meet. Steer clear of him. Just a heads up. And don't EVER ask how he got his scar.

Okay.

That was the last from Merida for the rest of class. Once the bell rang, she stood up, gathered her things, and walked out of the room like she had never spoken to Hiccup.


Hiccup groaned as he saw that next he had P.E. The last period of the day, and it had to be ruined by P.E. He walked nervously to the gym, thankful for the first time that day that he didn't have to ask anyone for directions. He noticed that it was a small class, so he didn't have to worry about embarrassing himself in front of too many people.

He went into the locker room with clothes that the coach had given him and looked around. A few boys, all in various states of changing, sat around talking. Hiccup put his head down and headed into the bathroom. He changed his clothes in a stall, careful not to make too much noise in the small room. Fingering his amulet, he stowed it under his shirt so no one else would see it. He shoved his normal clothes into his bag and walked out the back door of the locker room and onto the basketball court. Students, all dressed in the blue and white gym uniforms, were standing around and talking about this and that, girls gossiping, guys being loud and obnoxious. Hiccup awkwardly stood at the edge of the group, looking down at his feet and trying to make scuff marks with his shoes on the court. He heard a few whispers about him, but tried his best to ignore everyone.

"ALRIGHT, CUPCAKES!" Coach Savage walked over to the group of students and they all immediately turned to him. A few looked annoyed that he was interrupting their conversations, and one even looked at him with pure malice in his eyes. Hiccup made a mental note to stay away from this boy. "Okay, boys, over here," Coach pointed to his left side. Hiccup and the other boys in the class walked over to that area. "Girls over here." His right side. "Girls will be playing volleyball. Boys will be lifting." Hiccup almost groaned out loud. Everyone else seemed alright with this idea, except for one girl who started complaining to Coach about how it wasn't fair. "Ruffnut!" Coach shouted. "I don't want to have this conversation every day!"

"Then let me lift!"

"No! I have made my decision and it's final!"

"What about democracy?" One girl walked up to Ruffnut and put her hand on her shoulder. "We should have the right to choose whatever we want to do!"

"Yeah!" Ruffnut cheered. "Let us choose what we do! This is communism!"

"Socialism."

"What she said!"

Coach pinched the bridge of his nose. "Girls: volleyball. Boys: weights. Capisce?"

The gym filled with shouts of "Tyranny!", "Dictatorship!", and "Fascism!"

"ENOUGH!" Coach shouted. The gym quieted. A vein on his forehead throbbed as he said in a dangerously quiet voice, "I am the boss here. What I say goes. The boys will lift and the girls will play volleyball. Understand?" Deafening silence. "UNDERSTAND!?"

"Yes, Coach," the students said humbly.

"Alright. Now, if you want to peacefully request a change, you may submit your suggestions for the new order at my office." He stared them all down. Every student had their eyes on the floor, most of them glaring. "Go."

Hiccup followed the rest of the boys. He was disappointed the girls hadn't made a change.

They arrived at the weights room, everyone immediately pairing up and going to lift the different types of weights and looked around nervously, but within seconds, everyone was paired up. He looked around again, and noticed someone he hadn't noticed before. Jack was standing next to some guy, looking around cooly. His eyes skimmed over Hiccup, but other than that, gave no acknowledgment. Hiccup struggled not to break down into sobs. Stop it, he told himself harshly. Stop being so dramatic. He doesn't even know you yet.

After the girls were situated, Coach walked into the weights room and wrote what looked like gibberish to Hiccup on a whiteboard. He swallowed another sob as he tried to understand what it said. 3 x 8 B. Bells. 3 x 8 Bnch. Prss. What did that even mean? The other boys seemed to understand exactly what it said and went to work lifting weights while their partner stood behind them with their arms out above the bar.

Hiccup stared, trying to understand what was happening when a firm hand gripped his shoulder and whirled him around, bringing him face-to-face with Coach. "Who are you?" he barked.

Hiccup stared with big eyes at the man who towered over him. "Hi-Hiccup," he stuttered.

Coach checked his clipboard and nodded. "Good to meet you, Hiccup. How much do you press?"

Hiccup looked at him confusedly. Coach returned the look. "How much weight can you lift?"

Hiccup shrugged.

Coach wrote something on his clipboard, then turned to the whiteboard. "Can you read what that says, Hiccup? Or rather, do you understand it?"

Hiccup shook his head timidly.

"It means three sets of eight reps. Rep stands for repetition. One rep is one...two." He pushed his arms out from his body and pulled them back in, mimicking a bench press. Hiccup nodded. "So you do that eight times, switch places with your buddy, and he does eight reps. You do this three times. So by the end of the workout, you've done twenty-four reps. Understand?" Hiccup nodded. "Same thing with the other workouts. Twelve by eight, five by five. Do you need me to explain the workout names? Okay. That first one stands for bar bells, the second one is bench press..."

He went through all of the workouts with Hiccup, how to do them and where their stations were. Hiccup tried to keep up, but Coach said if he didn't get something, just ask him. "Although," he said, "since it's your first day, I'll let you have a free day. Just go around, try all the contraptions, get a feel for the gym."

Hiccup nodded and walked away. He examined the other boys, trying to get a feel of how to go about this strange activity properly. When the last pair of boys left the dumbbells, he walked over to them. He tried to lift on that said 20, but found it too heavy. 10? Still uncomfortable. 5? Good enough. He stood in a corner and curled his arms as he had seen the others do. After just a few reps, his arms began to burn horribly. He took shallow breaths, blinking back tears and kept lifting the weights, his arms getting heavier and slower. Suddenly, he dropped the dumbbells. One landed on his foot, and he squeaked quietly. He picked up the now unbearably heavy weights and put them back on the rack he had found them on. He walked around the room, looking like he was doing something, while silently willing the feeling back into his arms. He took deep breaths, trying to will away the burning that was also in his lungs. He decided to get a drink of water.

After a half-hour of hanging out by the water fountain, his body felt normal again, so he walked back into the weights room. He walked around, running a hand over the bar of the bench press.

"Wanna go, little man?" Hiccup whirled around. A large, beefy guy with sandy hair and piercing eyes stood behind him. His arms were crossed in front of his broad chest and one other guy stood off to the side of him, mimicking his position. They looked at each other and nodded. The first guy pushed Hiccup roughly onto the bench, holding him down by the shoulders while the second guy began putting weights onto the bar.

"Let's see, what do you think, Dagur?"

"Two thirty, Eret. Five more than what I did today."

"Good choice."

"Here," Dagur said, getting off of Hiccup. "I'll spot you."

"And I'll make sure you don't cheat," Eret said, standing on Hiccup's feet.

Hiccup squirmed under the bigger boy, trying to get up. "C'mon, little man!" Dagur taunted. "Just do it."

Hiccup took a deep breath and pushed at the bar, trying to make it move. It didn't budge.

The two others laughed loudly. "C'mon, little man," Dagur repeated. "You're a wimp. A shrimp. I knew you couldn't do it. You're kind can't do a lot of things."

Hiccup's mind clouded. Was he right? What was Hiccup's kind anyway? Whatever they were, they were weak, Hiccup knew. He could barely make out what Dagur and Eret were saying. They sounded far away and muffled, like they were in another room. He pushed harder, and the bar squeaked as it rubbed against the metal of it's holder. The two boys laughed at him. C'mon, Hiccup. Fight back! Do it! Show them! Just once, don't make a fool of yourself, please! He tried again with no success. ARGH! You're weak! You're pathetic! They've all been right about you this whole time! Why do you have to be so dang frustrating!?

"BOYS!" Coach shouted. Hiccup could barely hear him through the haze of his own thoughts. "WHAT are you doing!?" Hiccup felt the pressure on his feet free itself. "You absolute morons! Can you not see how much he's struggling!? He's smaller than you! He can't handle as much as you! He's not as strong! He's weaker!"

Hiccup's mind cleared. His vision turned red. Roaring waves of anger sounded in his ears. His dragon amulet pressed into his skin, burning hot. He gave a bellow of anger and anguish, and with one mighty heave, he lifted the bar clean off of its rest. He extended his arms as far as they would go, and brought the bar back to rest just above his chest.

He stood up and met the three mens' astonished eyes one pair at a time. "I." Coach. "Am." Dagur. "Not." Eret. "Weak." He glared at them each in turn.

The bell sounded and snapped everyone out of their stupor. The three men in front of him quickly walked off. Hiccup looked around the room, still glaring and heaving like a caveman. Everyone was staring incredulously at him and whispering to each other, but only one pair of eyes counted.

Icy blue orbs met olive green ones as Hiccup tried to decipher Jack's expression. He was the only one who didn't look absolutely astounded. Instead, he looked at Hiccup with intrigue. Also... Was he impressed? Even proud?

One last emotion that Hiccup saw before Jack turned his head and walked out was the one that surprised Hiccup the most. One that he would contemplate and would haunt him for weeks to come. One that he was not particularly used to seeing.

Jack Frost had looked at Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III with love.


Well that was fun!

Just a few quick things: Geoffrey is Young MacGuffin, and he and Fishlegs sort of looked alike, so I said, "Eh, why not?" Apparently, the name Geoffrey is derived from the surname "MacGuffin" or vice versa (I don't exactly remember which way it is...) and Christopher is the name of the voice actor that voiced Fishlegs!

If you want to see what Hiccup's amulet looks like, it was inspired by this thing: fate221?deviantart?com (slash) art (slash) Hiccups-Talisman-400114727 (Replace the ? with a . and the (slash) with a /) I highly recommend you check that out.

Also, the "love" in Jack's eyes (just because I KNOW there will be rude idiots commenting on that) is compassion. Compassion folks, got that? This is not, I repeat NOT going to be HiJack. Got that?

Sorry for that. Anyway! Please review, favorite, follow, and all that fun stuff to stay updated on this story.

Next chapter, we will be getting a look into Hiccup's home life, so look forward to that! Also, I'm having trouble with a personality for Astrid. I'm thinking either punk or emo, but I don't know. Help? Review with what you think she should be, whether it's one of the things I said or something entirely different. If I choose yours, I'll give you a shout-out! ;) ;) I know it's not much of a prize, but... I'm broke! Don't judge me!

Thanks for reading! This is TMotYT, signing off!