(A/N) This chapter might be a bit short, for it's mostly just starting the idea of the story. Please leave a review!
It was dark all around him. Hiccup was in his room, shivering because his heater was broken and it was snowing outside. Toothless purred, pulling his rider closer to him. Hiccup sighed in relief, glad his best bud was here to help him when he needed it.
Hiccup felt alone. He was only fifteen just turning sixteen. His mother died when he was just a baby, and Hiccup never managed to remember much of her. He had a stuffed dragon toy with his name in the side of it, but that was about it.
Hiccup's father wasn't around either. Stuck fighting in the war against other countries, a hero to his son. Originally Stoick had started fighting in the war so his wife's medical bills could be paid. After she died though, Stoick continued not only fighting, but paying less attention to his son.
Despite this, Hiccup still loved his father deeply. He wasn't good at getting attached to people or trusting them, used to only being hurt by others. Sure he was a bit skinny and small, but Hiccup didn't deserve the hate some people showed him.
Despite not always acting like he cared, Stoick did care for Hiccup more than anything. Hiccup smiled to himself, pulling his blanket over his shoulders as he slept in the corner with Toothless. His father was stern and intimidating. Despite this he was also protective of Hiccup, and gave him a friend to hold onto.
Hiccup's eyes drifted closed as sleep caught up with him. Suddenly though, a knock was heard at the door. Hiccup ran downstairs after strapping his prosthetic on, not bothering to change out of his shorts or pull a shirt on.
Hiccup was expecting his dad to be home, for he always came home just before Hiccup's birthday. What Hiccup saw though made his stomach churn. Two men dressed in camouflage war outfits and large capes stood at the door. One of them was Gobber, a close friend of his fathers and a fighter.
The other looked more stern unlike Gobber who looked upset. He seemed to be trying to appear stoic, but you could tell he was upset. That's when Hiccup squinted his eyes through the darkness, and saw the more stern man holding the barbaric Archipelago flag in his hands. On top of the flag was a note with his and his fathers names on it. Attached to the note was a golden pin shaped like a Thunderdrum dragon.
Hiccup's heart sank and he looked up at the men with tear filled eyes. A conversation he once had with his father sparked his mind. Hiccup was ten at the time, and Stoick was holding that very same pin.
"When I go, I want you to take this and carry on my legacy Hiccup. You may not know it now, but I know you have great things in store for you." Stoick had said in an oddly gentle voice compared to normal standards. Hiccup threw the pin back at his dad, putting his face in his hands.
"But I don't ever want you to go." Ten year old Hiccup said, trying to keep from crying. He'd lost one parent already, and the thought of being orphaned terrified him. Stoick smiled warmly, kneeling to his small sons height.
"Son listen to me. I'm not leaving right now, but no one can live forever. You know that. The war...it's a dangerous place. Don't worry, I'm making sure I fight hard enough to come back home to you, but I'm just saying one day I want you to have this to remember me by." Hiccup shook his head, looking up in anger and refusing to take the pin.
Stoick sighed, giving his son one of their rare hugs. "Fine, i'll keep it with me until your ready for it. I love you Hiccup." Hiccup smiled, burying his face in his fathers fur cape. "I love you to dad." Hiccup said softly as the memory ended.
Gobber knew Hiccup had gotten the message seeing his fathers pin and told the stern soldier next to him. The second soldier handed the flag, note, and pin to Hiccup who accepted it with shaky arms. He had went pale, and Toothless had ran downstairs to comfort his rider, nudging Hiccup affectionately.
Gobber drew in a shuddering breath, laying a hand on Hiccup's shoulder. "Hiccup, my boy, you know that you can't just stay here." Hiccup looked up with fear filled eyes. He'd dreaded this conversation for to long to count, but eventually believed it would never happen.
"I'm fifteen Gobber. I can handle myself with the money I make from racing." Hiccup insisted, but Gobber sighed. He looked to the second soldier who seemed to have an easier time keeping his emotions under control.
"By law you have to be in custody of an adult boy. I'm sorry, but we're going to stand by you. Gobber has agreed to let you stay with him until we can find someone else." Suddenly everything went mute to Hiccup.
He was scared and felt cold. Hiccup felt shock, and he tried to yell for his father, but nothing came out. Hiccup breathed heavily, and suddenly his flag, note, and pin were ripped away from him. Hiccup reached out, begging the universe to let him read his fathers last words from him. Everything turned dark though, and Hiccup yelled in anger and sadness.
"No!" Hiccup sat up in bed, holding his chest as it hurt from nearly hyperventilating. Tears pricked at Hiccup's eyes, but the boy refused to let them fall. If it wasn't for Toothless cooing worriedly beside him, Hiccup feared he would have lost it thinking he was in another nightmare.
Hiccup swung his legs over the side of the wooden bunk bed he shared with Fishlegs in their room. Thank the Gods he hadn't woken his adoptive brother, and only Toothless. Toothless nudged Hiccup, trying to comfort his rider and best friend.
"Y-Yeah I'm okay bud. I'm sorry." Hiccup looked around his and his 'brothers' small room. In the right corner near the door and under a window was Fishlegs' desk. The boy was in tons of extra curricular studies and had work littering it his side of the room.
In the left corner of the room they'd decided was Hiccup's space was Hiccup's desk. An electric blue desk lamp sat in the corner, and stacks of books littered the top along with new designs for Toothless' tail fin. Hiccup kept his blacksmithing supplies in the garage.
Standing up Hiccup walked to the spinning chair in front of his desk. Their foster parents hadn't made the division rules, but Hiccup and Fishlegs found it best. It was simple, Hiccup got the left corner, left side of the room, and bottom drawer of the bunk bed to keep his stuff. Fishlegs on the other hand got the right side, right corner, and also got a space for a tote to keep supplies in which sat near the head of the bunk bed. Hiccup got bottom bunk thanks to his disability.
Speaking of which Hiccup hissed in pain as his amputation sight on his left leg started giving him problems again. Some people could get a prosthetic and learn to work with it like normal. Hiccup on the other hand was one of those people who developed infection after amputation, and it still left lasting effects in him despite the car accident with his father being nearly six years ago when Hiccup was eleven.
Toothless looked down at Hiccup's prosthetic, imediatly sensing what was wrong. Hiccup smiled, petting his racing dragon and best friend. "I'm okay bud." Hiccup looked at his alarm clock and sighed. Of course it was already 5:30 AM giving him one an hour and a half to sleep at most. Today was Thursday, so at least the weekend was close.
"We should get some sleep." Hiccup finished his previous conversation with his dragon, using Toothless as a sort of crutch to limp back to bed. Despite the commotion, Fishlegs still slept like a rock. Hiccup knew this was because Fishlegs was used to having to sleep through noise, previously having a father who constantly fought with his mother and living in an area prone to storms.
Now that he lived in this more calm house with their foster parents, Fishlegs was able to sleep through just about anything. Hiccup pitied the boy, his mother was the most sweet woman Hiccup had ever met, but his father killed her right in front of Fishlegs with a gun. Despite this though, Fishlegs was still kind and never thought to hurt another living soul other than his father of course. His Gronkle was just like him.
Hiccup smiled wile looking up at his adoptive brother who was nothing like his other adoptive siblings who were actually twins. Their names were Ruffnut and Tuffnut, odd I know. They were fostered because their mother never cared what they did, yet hurt them when they got into trouble. It was her fault she wasn't involved and left them to fend for themselves mostly.
When the twins' mother's boyfriend came into the picture, he abused Ruffnut and Tuffnut. Their previous mother never joined in, but never stopped it, even going as far as to say she never wanted kids like them in the first place. It was no wonder the twins were quiet the trouble makers, up until they were fifteen a year ago they had nothing to ground them to reality, and no one to show them that by following rules people will like you.
Instead, Ruffnut and Tuffnut never had rules established and therefor thought their parents were simply hurting them for the fun of it, as if they were pure mistakes. This led to that train of thought often causing the teens to say something such as "Well we're already born screw ups, why try to change now?" Ruffnut wasn't really as violent as much as she was chaotic. Tuffnut on the other hand literally threatened to kill anyone, especially men, who tried to hurt his sister. They'd both been sent jail twice for a year each time before authorities realized what was going on.
Hiccup didn't have a life like Fishlegs who's mother died and father was a criminal. He also didn't have a life nearly as bad as the twins. Hiccup's situation was different. Valka, his mother, died shortly after child birth thanks to the stress of a child causing her drug problem to come back into play. This led Hiccup to think he was a mistake for years. His father on the other hand did love him, but was hardly ever around. It was only after his father died that Hiccup was forced into foster care, no one taking into consideration he had practically raised himself because his fathers lack of presence do to war.
Trying to clear his mind Hiccup plopped down on his back, his legs hanging off his overly firm mattress. Toothless grabbed the end of his riders already lose prosthetic, gently placing it beside the bed. Hiccup smiled, petting Toothless' head when he lay half his body on the mattress.
Within maybe ten minutes, Hiccup fell sound asleep to the sound of their night light (Fishlegs had a fear of the dark thanks to his experiences) which produced the sounds of the ocean. Hiccup never covered up, so Toothless moved once he was asleep, pushed Hiccup's legs back onto the bed, and pulled the blanket over his rider who clutched it tightly in his hands with a smile. Toothless jumped out the window, running to meet with Meatlug and Barch who slept in the stalls outside. Meatlug was a giant Gronkle, Fishlegs' dragon. Barch was a two headed Zippleback who belonged to Ruff and Tuff.
(A/N) Hey guys! So how do like the story so far? I know it's a little sucky in the beginning, but I'm working on it. I do promise this, I'm trying to make this one more fluid and detailed than my other stories. School starts back on the 4th of January, so when that comes updates might be a little bit slower.
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