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Disclaimer: If I owned HTTYD or RoTG, they would not be separate movies. Enough said.The bell rang and Hiccup stood up slowly, taking his time in packing up his things. Most of the other Omegas were already out the door, loud and boisterous as always, living for the here and now. Once almost all of the Omegas turned eighteen, fun would be a rare occasion if they couldn't make it as some sort of sports player, musician or actor since the Betas and Alphas deemed those unstable careers as beneath them.

Astrid was the near the door, chatting to one of her many friends when she looked over her shoulder to see Hiccup still packing. Reminded of what his favorite uncle and father were making him do, she promised her friends that she'd catch up and walked back.

"Hey, Hic," Astrid smiled, leaning on the desk next to his.

"Hi." His answer was short and leaden, not like him at all.

She sighed, "You're really worried about this, aren't you?"

Hiccup scoffed, "Me? Nervous? No! Just terrified." Shouldering his bag, the auburn haired boy shrugged resignedly. "Whatever. How long can it take to teach just one kid to do Geometry?"

Astrid laughed, "Hopefully not six months like I took last year in Algebra."

He shot her a glare, "I swear by the end of that you were just messing with me-linear equations are not that hard, you know!"
With another laugh, she swung her backpack that she had rested on the floor back onto her shoulder.

"See ya later, Hiccup!" Astrid called as she left the room, waving one hand over her head, not bothering to turn around.

"See ya!" Hiccup yelled after her.

Once he was sure that he had taken as long of a time has he possibly could, Hiccup shouldered his bag and began to walk out. As he did, he noticed the teacher was asleep on the desk and class tests scattered on the floor next to a precariously perched full bottle of coke with a missing lid.

The halls were deserted as Hiccup headed to the library to wait the extra hour of Alpha/Beta schooling. Hiding himself in a corner, he pulled out his favorite book and read the hour away. If it hadn't been for the shrill cry of the bell, there was no doubt in Hiccup's mind that he would have finished the book for the third time.

He held back in the library, waiting until he was sure that the halls were clear, then made his way to his Uncle's classroom. When he arrived, he was shocked at who was sitting in one of the desks, tapping his pencil as he looked out the window in boredom: Jack Frost.

Jack Frost was notorious for being an overall jerk in the Omega community. There was a small, quaint restaurant that no respecting Beta, let alone Alpha, would walk into next the Rec center run by the Overland family. The Overlands were the nicest people Hiccup had ever met and they took in just about anyone. There was a rumor that Jack Frost was once Jackson Overland, an Alpha born into an Omega family. It was rare, but did happen. When he was eight, it was said that Jackson ran away to his uncle's house, who was a Beta, and changed everything about himself to become Jack Frost. No one was sure, though, but Jack seemed to always be the ring leader when Alpha bullies picked on Omegas. He never threw a punch, but it was clear that he was in control.

Hiccup was a child that the Overlands had taken in and practically raised when his father lost interest. Also, he was the only person that knew the rumors to be true, for the Overlands left his room alone and pictures of a brown eyed, brown haired young boy still graced the walls.

"You have got to be kidding me," Hiccup groaned, powerwalking to his uncle and whispered, "Please tell me he's here for detention and not the one I'm tutoring."

Mr. Bunnymund raised his eyebrows slightly. "Uh, I can say that…" Hiccup's face gained an easy smile. "But that wouldn't be the truth."

"Wait-that's Hiccup?!" Jack yelped, looking at Hiccup with large eyes. "He's an Omega!"

"And he'd be able to pass my class with flying colors," Mr. Bunnymund quipped, then turned to his nephew. "Your dad that's you do it. He also said he told you who it was."

"Have you seen my father and I try and have a conversation?" Hiccup asked with a quirk eyebrow.
Either way, the teacher just pointed to the desk to Jack's left. Muttering and grumbling, Hiccup made his way to the desk where he sat down, looking at Jack expectantly.
"What are you looking at?" Jack deadpanned, causing Hiccup to start.
"Oh! Yeah, um, sorry, can you…uh…take out your last test? Please?" Hiccup stuttered and stumbled.

Rolling his eyes, Jack took out what the dork asked him to and soon enough, a failing test grade was handed to Hiccup. The Omega whistled at the red number written on the top right corner.

"Yikes," He muttered, taking in the 24.

"Please," Jack scoffed. "Like you've never seen a failing grade before."

Hiccup rolled his eyes as he started to read over the test to see what was going wrong, "I have-not one this bad, though."

"Thank you, that makes me feel so much better," Jack scowled.

With that, they begrudgingly began to work. Throughout the two hours, however, nothing much was done for neither could agree on anything. Hiccup would suggest Jack do something one way causing Jack to make a rude remark that would end in a heated debate that had to be broken up by Mr. Bunnymund. Once Mr. Bunnymund alerted them that they could go, Jack was out of the room in a flash as Hiccup just rested his head on the table.
"So, how bad is it?" Mr. Bunnymund asked, crossing his arms and leaning on the desk right in front of his nephew's.

Hiccup just shook his head, his forehead not leaving the desktop. "Worse than I ever imagined. How did he make it to the 10th grade?!"

Mr. Bunnymund laughed at his nephew's misfortune and patted him on the back, "You'll do fine. I mean, you taught those kids at the Rec center how to read."

Turning his head up to look at Mr. Bunnymund, Hiccup glared. "That was different! They wanted to learn and they respected me as more than just a speck of dirt on the bottom of their shoe."

"Something good will come out of this," Mr. Bunnymund promised as Hiccup just shrugged, packing up and leaving the room to catch the bus. "I hope."

"Uncle North!" Jack called, entering the large house that his uncle owned. "I'm home!"

"In kitchen!" North called.

Jack followed the voice through the catacombs of the house. North was an accountant to the CEO of Toys R Us and, though he didn't flaunt it, it was obvious that he had money. The house was just a step down from a mansion and was lavishly decorated. When he finally reached the kitchen, he found his Uncle North pulling out a sheet of freshly made cookies. Laying on the counter were parts to a new toy Uncle North was making.

Picking it up, Jack laughed as the toy train spouted wings and began flying around the room. Using his air bending, Jack steered the plane to make sure it didn't crash into anything.

"Hey-this would be so useful for some of the little Alphas I know," Jack said as he made the plane do donut loops.

"Jack-stop playing with that," North rolled his eyes as he caught the toy mid-flight. "Cookie?"
"Yes, please," Jack smiled, snatching one off the pan before dropping it quickly. "Ow!"

North stifled his laughter. "Jack," He said patronizingly. "When a plate comes out of the oven it's going to be hot."

"I forgot," Jack grumbled, standing up to go run his hands under some cool water.

North looked at the clock and his eyebrows raised, "Where've you been anyway?"

"Oh, um…Math tutoring," Jack explained. "I'm sort of-kind of…failing."

North slammed the pan onto the counter, looking at Jack with a mix between anger and disappointment. "Jackson Frost Overland!"

"I know! I know!" Jack sighed, lifting his hands in surrender. "I'm sorry…"

"Ugh," North rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath. "I love your parents and all, but they sure did not know how to raise an Alpha child." Everyone knew that Alpha children had to be conditioned out of laziness or else the Betas, desperate to prove their worth, would surpass them.

He turned around to fix something and when North turned back, Jack was gone and the kitchen door was closing.

The bus pulled up to a large, gated house in probably the nicest community in town. Walking up to the gate, Hiccup typed in the security code to open it. He was let into a beautiful, pristine garden filled with flowers and two water fountains. A large mansion sat in the middle of it all.

The gravel was hard for Hiccup to walk over with his prosthetic leg, but he somehow managed to get to the large front door. Upon entering, he dashed for the stairway.

"Hiccup!" His father's voice boomed as Stoick entered the foyer.

Freezing, Hiccup cringed before turning back around.
"Hi, dad," Hiccup awkwardly smiled.

There was a time when colors didn't mean much to Hiccup. The yellow dog tags around his neck didn't matter much, nor did his mother's blue or his father's red. After his mother's death, however, no one was there to shield him from his father's cruel beliefs.
"How did tutoring go?" Stoick beamed. "What'd you do? Move a rock? Make a tornado?"

"Dad, you realize that it was math tutoring, right?" Hiccup asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"Yes, of course, but surely you didn't just talk about math!" Stoick said. "What'd you learn?"

He stifled his groan, "Nothing. All I did was help him with word problems."

Stoick's smile fell. "Two hours and that's all you did?!"

"Dad!"
"Two hours, Hiccup?!" Stoick yelled angrily. "And you didn't work on unlocking your talents at all!"

"I don't have any talents!" Hiccup protested.

"But you will!" His dad insisted.

"I won't, why can't you just-"

"Promise me that you will talk to that kid about it tomorrow," Stoick cut off his son.

"Wha-Da-"

"Promise me!" Stoick exclaimed.

"This conversation is feeling very one sided!" Hiccup pointed out exasperatedly.
"Hiccup," Stoick said threateningly.
"Fine," Hiccup conceded. "I'll talk to Jack."
"That a boy," Stoick once again adopted a happy demeanor. "By the way, Madeleine made cod for dinner."

"I'm not hungry," Hiccup muttered as he made his way up the stairs.

Once he got to the safety of his room, he collapsed onto the bed. His dark, black cat, Toothless, took the perfect opportunity to jump on him and curl up on the small of his master's back.

"If you shed on me, I kill you, you worthless mammal." Hiccup joked, his words muffled by the duvet.

The cat just meowed in response.