Authors note: hey guys- super tired today so this is only a quick note because here we have the two meeting! (I am pretty new and entirely inexperienced with romance, so I'd appreciate if you could tell me how I do) anyway I hope you guys enjoy- please leave a review if you can and I'll be back tommorow with more^^

He didn't know how he could even see those white, ghostly eyes from this distance, but they defintely saw him back. He stiffened. Oh shoot. He'd just been staring, gormlessly, at a guy figure skating for at least a good ten minutes. He cursed himself internally- how was he going to play this off without looking like a total creep?!

You stupid idiot! He thought. What do you think you are doing- going staring at people like that?! Aside from how completely creepy it is, it makes them talk to you, and then you'll have to talk back- and you know how you and talking goes. We do not need another awkward social situation! He scolded- reminding himself of his social hermit status. He avoided any and all people contact whenever he could- because him and other people just did not mix. He never knew what to say- he never knew what to do- and he always, without fail, ended up making a complete fool out of himself. He much preferred staying at home, where he could focus on his piano and not be judged for the awkward music geek he was.

Well, this was a new one, he thought. A ghost about to be added to the list of people who think he's a weirdo... Oh gods- that was a ghost! A ghost that had been staring at him and was probably coming right towards him and-.

"You can see me?" SHI-.. taki mushrooms- he's right there! Wow... Suddenly (thankfully) a random moment of awe took away his panic. Because as supernaturally amazing the ghost was far away; close up, he was even more incredible.

Now that he was close, he could see the boy clearly. A soft glow lit his every feature, and he found himself wondering what the supernatural light was made of... star dust? Moon beams? Some other, unknown, ethereal substance? This was insane... There is a literal ghost standing right in front of me, Hiccup thought... It was so weird. He could see the lake straight through him, but at the same time there was a definate body there.

No way could this be fake, he decided, the detail was way too extreme for that. He could even see each individual hair on his head- even the telltale glimpses of fabric fibres in his hoodie... and his eyes... They were like pure diamonds. He didn't know how, but this spirit's eyes were somehow more alive than most living people's he'd seen. They were literally shining- a hopeful joy making them glitter like miniture stars. They stared at him, intently- a slight smile lifting up the corners of his slack, transparent mouth like he couldn't believe what he was seeing in front of him... He wondered what colour his eyes would've been when he was still alive. Why was he paying so much attention to his eyes? Why were his teeth so blindingly white? They're literally made of light, genius- they're going to be like that. That's probably also the reason why his hair's white. Was his hair naturally that windswept, or was that some kind of ghost thing? Why was even thinking about this?

Get over yourself! He thought. Yes, it's a ghost, but it's also a very real person just as judgemental as any living people you've come across- and it's obviously intelligent, because it just spoke. Wait, what?

It's words flashed back to him. 'You can see me?' Why was it so shocked about that? Well, he guessed being a ghost meant not that many people could see it- if any. Hold on- why was it exclusively him that could see him? This was the first ghost he'd come across, so he clearly wasn't born with some kind of special ability to see them. What was this, some kind of Guardian Angel thing? Was the guy's spirit in limbo or something? Did he need help 'passing on'? How the hell was he supposed to know?! He didn't know how this ghost gig worked!

The only thing he was fairly certain on was that (whatever he was) he meant no harm. He looked just like a regular guy- except that he was see through, made of shiny stuff and seemed to be floating.

"Y- y.. Yeah." He answered, hesitantly, deciding it wouldn't do any harm to give him an answer. He silently cursed his stuttering: this was why he hated talking to people. The boy didn't pick up on it, though- his eyes just widened as he jumped in excitement- turning a backflip in midair for no apparent reason.

"Yes!" He exclaimed, bouncing with excitement. "I knew someone would see me! I just woke up and no one would talk to me- then it turns out I can go through them and they can't even see me! Then it turns out I can go through pretty much anything- and then it turns out I can fly! I saw the lake from up there," He pointed aimlessly at the sky. "And I just had to go skating!" He grinned, enthusiasm lighting up his eyes even more as he pranced around him in delight.

Hiccup was getting mildly dizzy trying to keep track of him, but he couldn't stop the boy's infectious grin drawing a smile onto his own lips. He was relatively new to this whole ghost thing too, huh? Hiccup noticed.

"I didn't even know I could ice skate, I could until I was doing it!" He laughed, exhilarated by the unexpected discovery. "Its mad!" He exclaimed, seeming to thoroughly love the strangeness of it all. Jeez, he just seemed to have so much vigour and love for life- or, well, 'unlife' he supposed. He seemed to be lighting up the night around him- and not just because of the glow that surrounded him. He just had that kind of aura about him. Hiccup found himself grinning the first genuine smile he'd felt in a long time.

"Soo.. where am I?" The spirit wondered, looking around at the park like he was searching for something familiar. "I don't really remember anything." He told him. And yet you still seem perfectly happy? Hiccup thought to himself. Forget supernatural ghost, he thought, this guy was an supernormal optimist.

"Outskirts of Berkess." He replied. "The black dragon park." The ghost tilted a quizzical head as he heard this.

"Black dragon?" He repeated, curiously. "Is there some kind of legend behind this place, or something?" He asked, suddenly looking like a small kid who'd been told they were walking in the land of the fairies.

"Not really." He answered. "It's just full of this rare, black variety of snapdragon flowers. Night Furies, they're called." He informed, gesturing them. "Something to do with the translation from Latin. It's kinda lame really." All that hype over using the word "dragon", and it turns out it was named after snapdragons. He wished there was some kind of legend behind this place, he thought. Folklore or not, it'd make it so much more interesting.

The spirit, far from looking disappointed, actually seemed mildly interested about the black flowers.

"Well it sounds awesome." He grinned, and Hiccup couldn't help almost snickering at the remark- it was just so dumb! He didn't know what it was about this guy. Just being around him was making him feel happier than he'd felt in years. But, his head was bursting with questions he was just dying to know the answer to- potentially offensive, or not. He decided to take the plunge.

"What are you, then? I mean, do you know why you're here? Do you need help with... 'Unfinished business', or whatnot?" He asked, hoping he hadn't crossed some sort of line. He didn't seem offended, though- just confused, like he hadn't really thought about it before.

"I have no idea." He said. "Just sorta woke up in the middle of a road, and then eventually round up here." He informed. Wait, so that was literally all he knew? Everything he remembered? Wow... Hiccup thought. That was awful. He'd feel sorry for him if he didn't seem so unbothered by it. He seemed too happy that someone was talking to him to care.

Well, if the ghost didn't know, he had no chance of finding out, he realised, reluctantly- deciding to shelve the questions until any more information came to light.

"What's your name?" Hm? He was shaken from his thoughts as the ghost asked him the chirpy, intrigued question. It was such a basic one- but one that he really hated.

Oh great, he thought. His name. Well, wasn't that always a fun, little conversation starter.

He hated his name. It constantly made him a laughing stock over the tiniest things. Although... looking at the spirit in front of him, he didn't seem to be the tactless type. He certainly didn't look like the typical, thoughtless bully jerks that lived in his neighbourhood. He normally answered this question with 'Henry', but he soon got found out when he forgot that was supposed to be his name. But would this guy be different? He didn't know why he should be. He'll probably just laugh and insult him like they always do... But something about him made him consider telling the truth. He seemed strangely trustworthy- and, if he really did have no memory, maybe he wouldn't be able to tell it was such a stupid name. Then again, he knew how to ice skate. But he'd only known that when he'd actually started skating. So maybe he'll remember how stupid that name is once he hears it.

He argued back and forth inside his head for a while, and eventually reached a decision. He was going to take a leap of faith.

"Hiccup." He told him, quietly.

He almost didn't dare to look up to see his ridicule, but somehow... he found himself getting drawn back to watch the spirit's response. He was blinking, brows furrowing slightly in confusion as though trying to decide whether he was joking or not- or, not so much that, but wondering why he wasn't joking about that.

"Your name's Hiccup?" He said, baffled.

"Mmhmm." Hiccup confirmed. The spirit didn't seem to know what to make of it- and Hiccup felt strangely happy about that (confusion beat outright laughing in his face any day).

It didn't take him long to make peace with the abnormal name and bounce back to his regular self.

"Right, so what you up to then, Hiccup?" He questioned, brightly. What was he up to? His heart sank into his shoes.

...Oh yeah. He'd almost forgotten about the concert.