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Chapter 5

Arms spread out and standing up straight, Hiccup waited as the seamstress fitted him for a new suit for the masquerade ball. He was stood barefoot, and the lady could see his metal foot. Not many people knew about his missing limb, and he doubted his own father even remembered he had it. Hiccup had lost his foot in a car accident when he was younger, his foot not surviving the crash. He tried not to think about it while he was still standing there, as it always made him feel a bit sick.

His new suit was a dark green, with brown leather shoes. He didn't usually wear suits, but he thought he looked pretty good in it. He was wearing a white dress shirt, and had a black tie on. Covering his hands and just short of his elbows were long, black, silk gloves. He thought he was done and was about to leave, when the seamstress said,

"Mmm mm. It's not done yet." She went over to a dresser, and took something small off the top, bringing it over to him. Once she came closer, he realised that it was a small mask, that just covered his eyes and part of his nose. It was a light green, with hints of sparkles on the edges. Brushing away the hair that was around Hiccup's eyes, she placed the mask on his face.

He could barely feel it, and could see perfectly out of it. Smiling at his reflection, he stepped behind the screen, undressed, and put his normal clothes back on. He gave his suit and mask to the seamstress so she could make the necessary revisions, and left to go back to his room. There were three days until the ball, and Hiccup was looking forward to it more than he had done before, but he had never even looked forward to it before. The masquerade ball had been an annual thing for about thirty years now, long before Hiccup's father was the king.

Raising his right hand and looking at his watch, Hiccup saw that it was a bit too late to go to the shop, so he stayed in the castle. Bored, he headed outside to go to the castle courtyard. There weren't many people out there, maybe the occasional noble or guard. He walked over to a bench in the shade of a tree, and lay down.

"Hiccup! Wake up, you have to get ready!" There was a loud knocking on the door, and Hiccup groggily opened his eyes, and yawned.

"Yeah, I'm coming." He replied back, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he rolled out of bed. He walked over to his bathroom to get ready, Toothless weaving through his legs as he moved.

Brushing his teeth, Hiccup looked at his watch, to see that the time was 11:00 am, which was much later than when he usually woke up. Today was the day of the ball, and that's why he assumed he was woken up.

After showering, Hiccup went to his dresser to get dressed. Pulling out his suit, he admired the work some more. It was perfectly cut for him, and suited him very well. He hung it back up, and pulled out some of his regular clothes to wear before the ball.

Walking downstairs to get some food, he heard his father loudly talking to some servants about how tonight had to be perfect, and what they must and mustn't do. Quickly passing by the room to not attract any attention, Hiccup scurried to the dining hall, where he passed through the large kitchen and took some rolls.

Making his way back to his room, Hiccup ate his rolls while browsing the internet, passing time. Since he was needed at the palace that night, he couldn't go out to his stall. Bored, Hiccup sat in his room, not doing all too much.

Looking at himself and slightly gelling back his hair, Hiccup was finally satisfied with his appearance. He was wearing his green suit and a golden circlet, and had cleaned up rather nice. Straightening his tie, Hiccup checked the time, to see that there was thirty minutes until the doors opened. About to walk over his room, Hiccup slightly tripped over his feet whilst sharply turning around, stumbling a bit before grabbing his mask off of his dresser.

Once Hiccup walked in the ballroom, he smelled the delicious scents of all the foods and treats that were laid out on the tables. After looking at all of the decorations that were in the room, Hiccup walked over to his small throne, which was next to his father's larger one.

After waiting for a bit, the doors to the palace finally opened, letting in all of the ball attendees. Hiccup watched as they all spilled in, many coming to greet his father.

Once the majority of the people had come to see his father, Hiccup left his throne to go and see if he could meet some people.

Seeing a larger boy about his age, Hiccup walked over to him to introduce himself.

"Hello, I'm Henry. How do you do?" He somewhat awkwardly asked. Fortunately or unfortunately, the other boy didn't seem too skilled at socializing either.

"Oh! I'm good, you? I'm Fisher, but my friends call me Fishlegs." Fishlegs stuttered out, surprised that the prince was talking to him.

"Nice to meet you, Fishlegs. What brings you to the ball? I can't really see teenagers rushing to go to a super formal, fancy ball on a friday night. Not to mention, boring too." Hiccup said, slipping out of his formal speech as he became more comfortable talking to someone else his age.

"Oh, well my dad is a Duke, and I was forced to come here." He replied, and Hiccup nodded.

The two boys talked for a while, becoming friends quite easily, bonding over their geekiness together. After a few hours, Fishlegs was called by his father, and had to go talk with some people. Hiccup; happy that he made a friend, walked around alone, and watched as people danced and talked all around him.

Tired, Hiccup sat down on a chair and looked outside at the gardens. It was dark out, and he could see the garden illuminated by the small lights that hung above the path. Further out, he could see the lights coming from the city, all shining through the windows of the tall, glass, apartment buildings that made the city so popular to live in. Looking up, he saw the full moon, shining brightly that he couldn't look at it for too long.

As he looked back around the gardens, his gaze rested upon a familiar mess of blonde hair, and Hiccup took a second to realise who it belonged too.

Making sure his hair wasn't in its usual style so that he wouldn't be recognised, Hiccup stood up, and headed out to the bench the young lady was sitting on.

Walking past some older men in formal black suits and a pretty girl with auburn hair and a silver dress, Hiccup quickly greeted them and continued on his way to the bench.

Sitting next to Astrid, Hiccup lowered his voice and said nonchalantly,

"Hey, I'm Henry."

Author's note: Sorry this is a week late! I'm trying to update every week, but I'm pretty busy with school right now, so please bear with me.

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