Hi peoples! Here's another chapter! Sorry for the late update... school's... well, being school. you know, tons of stuff to do... and not enough time to do it in... I have to finish three projects within the next three weeks... yay! Not...

Anyway, don't mind my whining... I am done now.

Enjoy!

The Adventurous Adventures Of Hiccup and Wrenlou

All I Remember, Part V

He woke up early the next morning, just staring at the ceiling while the sunlight started peeking through the cracks in the wood. He closed his eyes for a moment, the name still playing through his head. He bit his lip, trying to get his mind to remember more, but the memories refused to come. Sighing, he sat up and rubbed his hand over his face. It would probably be some time before someone brought him breakfast, so he reached for the book again.

The door opened and he looked up to see the same boy as always enter, once again carrying a bowl and a basket. He smiled weakly and closed the book, using a small piece of paper to mark his place.

"Morning!" the boy greeted him, "did you sleep well?"

He nodded. Even with the name spooking around in his head, he had slept better than every previous night. His headache had subsided as well, so that played a part for sure. He sat up a little more when the boy sat down next to him, once again feeding him the warm soup.

"Is something wrong?"

He looked up sharply, shaking his head vigorously. "N... no..." he bit his lip, then nodded. "Yes..."

"What is it then?"

He plucked the blanket, doubting if he should tell him that he remembered something or not. The fear that he was somehow wrong was still very real at the back of his mind. He decided against telling it just yet, and decided to ask something else, something that had bugged him for a few days now.

"Is... is it possible that I can take a bath... somehow...? I'd really like that..."

"A bath? Well... we usually wash ourself in the ocean... we do have a tub... I think we could move it to the Hall... it will take some doing, but I think I can arrange that. Give me some time, okay?"

He nodded and watched the boy leave. As soon as the door closed, he sighed and lay back against the pillows. Exhaling slowly, he closed his eyes, just laying like that for a moment. Then he opened his eyes again, and took the book, turning to the page he had left off on.

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"He wants to take a bath?" Dale asked scratching his head, "that might be a challenge."

"I know. But we still have the old tub, don't we? We can move that to the Hall, right? Heat up some water for it..."

"The problem is the dragons. We have to keep them away somehow... alright! Broghan, Leila, I want you two to take all the dragons to the far side of the bay. All of them, including Snowflake and Toothless. And make sure they won't come back. Susan, Sharon, I want you two to start heating up water. You and I will get the tub from storage, okay?"

He glanced at the dragons, curled up outside the door, Toothless resting his head on Snowflake's back. They looked fast asleep, but he knew that they were wide awake. When he turned back, he saw Dale was already walking to their little storage shed, and he quickly ran after him.

The storage shed was a mess... to put it mildly. It was full of discarded weapons, broken or otherwise unusable, old leather harnesses, wooden targets for archery, the gardening tools and somewhere, way to the back, the old wooden tub that hadn't been used in years. Dale sighed as he started to throw the old equipment outside, muttering under his breath.

"We should really clean this out," he mumbled, "I think it would make a nice task. I should have let you two do it, after that stunt with Crystal Cove. But I'm sure he doesn't remember that either."

He said nothing, but just stared at Dale's back while the man was muttering, pulling old swords and broken bows from the tangled mess.

"You could give me a hand you know," the man snapped, and he sprang into action.

Together they managed to get the tangled mess out of the shed, and onto the sand, the ground covered in pieces of metal and leather, and they were finally able to get to the wooden tub. They hoisted it up, but it was a little difficult to get it out of the shed, because it didn't through the door, and they had to turn it sideways to get it out.

"Damn..." Dale muttered, "I'd forgotten how heavy it is. Alright, let's get it to the Hall. If it gets to heavy, let me know, we'll take a break."

"We could ask the dragons to help," he offered, but Dale shook his head.

"They are gone already," Dale said, "I don't want them to come back for this. No, let them stay where they are, we can do it. Come on, you take that side. I'll take this side."

He nodded and together they dragged the tub to the Hall. They had to stop for rest twice, and by the time they had reached the Hall, their arms were shaking from the strain, and as soon as they set it down, Dale breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright. Now we just have to fill it up with water," he turned to Susan and Sharon, "how far are you?"

"We're almost done I think. We don't want it boiling, but it has to be thoroughly heated. Just a few more moments," Susan said while she watched the steaming pot, "and if it's too hot, we can always add more cold water."

"Good," Dale said, "when you're done, I want you two to join Broghan and Leila with the dragons. I think it's best if we keep the amount of people to a minimum, and he has seen us, but not you. It may scare him."

They nodded, albeit reluctantly, and turned to the kettle above the fire again.

"Alright," Dale said, "why don't you go get him?"

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It had to be a few hours later when the boy came back, smiling at him as he closed the door. He closed the book, keeping his fingers between the pages and eyed him expectantly.

"They're almost done," the boy said while sitting down, "do you think you can walk?"

"I... I don't know..."

"We'll get there. Together. Come on."

He pushed the blanket from his legs and turned, so that he sat on the edge of the bed. When his feet touched the floor, it seemed like a spark went through his muscles. He shuddered and when he stood up, he felt a hand around his shoulders. It felt weird to walk again, especially after being in bed for so long, and the moment the door opened, the light hit him like a fist in the face.

He flinched away from it, the light stinging in his eyes, aggravating his headache. The arm around his shoulders kept him on his feet, and the boy gently ushered him outside. The moment his bare feet touched the soft sand he took a deep breath, carefully setting one foot in front of the other, and after a few steps, he was able to walk without support.

He looked around the place, the small wooden cabins, the fine white sand that tickled his feet, the clear blue sky above him, and he could feel memories pushing at the back of his mind. They reached a building that was larger than the rest, standing at what could be called a plaza, and the boy held the door open for him.

When he stepped inside, a wave if familiarity washed over him. He knew the high ceiling, the wooden table and benches. He knew he had been sitting there, eating with other people, their faces blurry in his mind. There had been girls... at least two girls, and a boy, another boy with brown hair.

He was led to a large wooden tub, filled with steaming water that rippled slightly when he dunked his finger in it.

"I hope it's not too hot."

He shook his head while he submerged his hand. The water felt amazing, holding his hand in a watery embrace.

"Okay then. I'll leave you alone, but I'll be right outside, so if you need anything, just give a shout, okay? When you're done, I'l bring you a towel and some clean clothes. Alright, here's some soap, some washing cloths... Oh, and try to keep the bandage around your arm dry, okay? It's not the end of the world if it gets wet, but it's just easier if you keep it dry."

He nodded and pulled his hand from the water. The air felt cold on his wet skin, and he rubbed it dry on his tunic.

"Is there anything you need right now?"

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head and the boy smiled. "I'll leave you to it then. Just give a shout when you're done!"

As soon as the door closed, he slipped out of his clothes, and carefully stepped into the tub. Keeping his arm on the edge to keep the bandage dry, he slowly sat down, exhaling slowly as the warm water wrapped around his body. The water reached his collarbones when he was sitting down, and the tub was so big he could even stretch his legs.

He rested his head on the edge and closed his eyes. The moment he did, he was flooded by memories of a place, build from white marble, with a large pool. He frowned, trying to get the image clearer. A bath house. It was a bath house. And he had been there with... with who?

The vague image of a boy came into his mind. It was to blurry to make out his facial features, to blurry to make out anything really, but the moment he saw the memory, a second name popped into his head and he shot up, water splashing over the edge of the tub.

"Hiccup!"

The moment he uttered the name, more memories started coming back. He suddenly remembered a day at the beach, laying in the sun, soaking up the warmth just being lazy. He remembered a time where he had been sitting on the pier, he remembered a sea turtle, oranges. And then he remembered a city filled with people, music, food and performers.

"Lightcity..." He muttered.

Gasping, he fell back against the smooth wood of the tub. The flood of memories didn't help his already throbbing headache. He rubbed his temple, allowing the memories to come back despite the pain in his head, and for a long time he just sat in the water with his eyes closed.

He had no idea how long he had been in the water when he finally remembered why he had demanded a bath, and he took the soap. When he rubbed it against his skin, trying to keep hold of the slippery thing, he found that it created foam on the water. He chuckled and rubbed the bar of soap against his skin again, and he kept doing it until the water was covered in foam. Then he scooped it up and rubbed it on his head.

When he was sure he had rubbed it in his hair thoroughly, he took a deep breath and ducked his head under water. He stayed there for a moment, then he resurfaced gasping for air, his eyes squeezed shut. He felt along the edge of the tub until his hand touched the cloths and he grabbed it, drying his face with the soft fabric. Then he ran his hand through his hair, smoothing it to the back. By then most of the foam had disappeared. He sighed and leaned back again, the water dripping from his hair, forming a puddle on the floor.

He closed his eyes again, letting the memories come back again. For some reason he could get the places clear, but the people were still blurry, still vague and still without a name. And now he was doubting even more, with two names playing around in his head. Two names, and no faces.

The door opened and the boy came in, carrying a towel and a stack of clothes. He sighed as he realized he had to leave the water. Even if the water had cooled down almost completely, he still like the feeling of it on his skin.

"Are you done? You've been here for hours."

He nodded and the boy pulled a chair closer, putting down the clothes. He watched him unfold a light blue tunic and putting it over the backrest of the chair, hanging a brown pair of pants over it.

"Can you manage? Or do you need some help?"

"I... I don't know..." he looked at his arm, the wrappings still dry, "I think I might need some help..." he muttered, looking away when he felt his face turn red.

"Alright," the boy said while he unfolded the towel and held it up. It was huge, practically the size of a small city, and when it wrapped around his shoulders, the soft fabric nearly consumed him. He closed his eyes when the boy rubbed his hands over his back. The gentle touch almost like a massage, and a new memory slipped into his head.

He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling how a hand came to rest on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

When he looked up, he stared straight into the boy's sparkling eyes. He averted his gaze to the ground and took a tip of the towel, slowly rubbing it over his hair.

"I... I think I remembered... a few things..." he muttered quietly.

He didn't see how the boy's eyes lit up. "You did!? Like what?"

"I... I'm not sure... there's a name... but I don't know who's name it is... and... a bath house... have I been to a bath house?"

The boy nodded, tears forming in his eyes. "You have been. With me. What's the name you remember?"

"B... but I don't know who's name it is... and there's a second... I remember two names... but I don't know..."

"Tell me," the boy said softly, "tell me and I'll help you."

He took a deep breath and bit his lip. "I..." he started, "I just..." he looked up at the boy with almost pleading eyes, "I still don't know who I am. Am... am I... am I Wrenlou...?"

A smile spread across the boy's face, lighting up his blue and green eyes and he shook his head. "I am," he said softly, "my name is Wrenlou."

Tears started to rise up as he ducked his head again. "Then who am I...?" he whispered.

"You know," Wrenlou said, lifting his chin, "you know who you are."

He frowned. The second name... was that his name? His eyes met Wrenlou's and a tear slipped down his cheek.

"Hiccup?" he whispered barely audible, "my name is... Hiccup? I am Hiccup?"

Wrenlou nodded, tears shining in his eyes and he smiled. Suddenly, his heart was pounding in his chest and he felt like he had run a thousand miles. After all that time... he finally knew who he was. No more guessing, no more doubting. He had a name again.

"R... really?"

Wrenlou nodded again, and then suddenly pulled him into a tight embrace. "Yes. Really. You're name is Hiccup. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third. And you are my best friend."