He didn't know where he was running to. He had planned to run home, but when he opened the twin's front door and was confronted with the rain, he lost track of his plan. Thinking that he knew the way well enough he had continued on though, tearing blindly through the rain in haste to put as much distance between him and Tuffnut as he knew how. Now, staggering through rain he couldn't see past, stumbling every few steps of the way and crying, he wished he had gone with a different plan. That distance still needed to be there, there was no getting around that, but he could've gone about it with a little more thought.
Tripping, Hiccup stopped and closed his eyes, sucking in a deep breath in effort to calm himself. His arms moved from their wrap around him, hands flying to cover his face as he let out a frustrated cry, feeling it drown in the storm around him. Unable to tell tears from rain he shook his head, scrunching his face before starting to sob. He should've known this wasn't what he thought. He should've seen that from the beginning. The Thorston boy had been bored and Hiccup had been the easiest target to relieve that boredom. He should've known, should've seen the signs, should've stopped himself before he fell in too deep. Shaking his head again Hiccup dropped his hands and tore off at breakneck speed, now not caring where he ended up or how he ended up there. Fuck it.