Yet another Hiccup POV, but there is a lot going on right now that requires his point of view, so this was necessary. Only 12 reviews to go! I know we didn't make the end of the month goal, but if we can reach 100, I'll do a double update instead. Enjoy!

Hiccup POV

"So, Hiccup." Mrs. Bonner said.

She had insisted we stay where we were, in the back room of the Great Hall during the interviews. Amélie had already been interviewed, and Sean was after me. I sat in my uncomfortable wood chair while everyone stared at me. Mrs. Bonner continued her interview, paying no heed to the deadly glares being thrown across the room at the moment.

"Where are you from?" She asked.

"Berk." I said simply.

"And where is Berk?" She leaned forward, and it looked almost uncomfortable.

"It's twelve days north of Hopeless, a few degrees south of Freezing to Death and is located solidly on the Meridian of Misery." I said.

Mrs. Bonner looked slightly confused. She had no idea I was being completely serious.

"Sounds...nice." She said.

"It is, for a polar bear." I nodded.

There was a small silence during which only the scratch of the quill on parchment to be heard. Mrs. Bonner looked at the quill and whispered to it.

"No, no. Don't write that!" She told it. The quill stopped moving and crossed something out. Mrs. Bonner took a moment to compose herself before plastering another smile on her face and continued asking questions.

"What's your family like?" She asked.

I grew uncomfortable. Family was a very...touchy subject.

"I don't know. I guess...they're...family." I said.

"Do you have any siblings?"

I shook my head.

"Your parents?" She asked, looking desperate for a solid answer.

"Stoick the Vast, chief of Berk, my dad. My mom...died when I was younger. I'm an only child." I told her, sticking to the bare minimum of required information.

"Interesting..." She said. "So your father is chief of Berk? Does this mean you're next in line to become chief?"

I hesitated. "Yes."

"You hesitated." She said.

"Uh, no. No I didn't."

"Come now, Hiccup. Just be honest with us, it's only a newspaper article." Mrs. Bonner pleaded.

I sighed. "Something happened this summer." I tapped my prosthetic idly against the ground, not caring to specify what exactly happened this summer. "My cousin, Snotlout, is more likely to become chief of Berk. He's a proper Viking, who the villagers have wanted to be chief for a while."

"Viking?" I heard Amélie mutter behind me.

I ignored her and continued looking at Mrs. Bonner, not allowing any sign of pain and regret flash across my face.

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your foot?" She asked.

"Uh, yes. It's missing." I said, and was reminded of a year ago, when I had said the exact same thing to Merida. The reaction, however was much different, and far less violent. Still, I could see a spark of frustration in Mrs. Bonner's eyes, and knew that I had begun to wear on her patience.

"I meant, how did you lose it?" She said, her voice slightly lilted, barely restraining the threat she clearly wished to utter.

I paused, thinking. "I don't actually know. I woke up in my village's infirmary after a...battle and it just, wasn't there. My friend made the prototype prosthetic that this one was based on." I lied, gritting my teeth once I finished.

"And who made that one?" She asked.

"I did." I told her.

"You made your own fake foot?" I heard Sean ask behind me.

"Yes? Why?" I turned to face him.

"Alright, why don't we move on to something that interests you." Mrs. Bonner said. "What are your hobbies?"

Reluctantly I turned back around to face Mrs. Bonner.

"I don't really have any hobbies, unless you include inventing." I paused. "Does it still count if half the inventions don't work?"

"Of course it does." Mrs. Bonner placated me, a forced smile playing on her lips. "What about friends? Anyone special back home?" She asked.

I blushed slightly and decided to ignore her second question. "I never really had friends on Berk. I do have a few close friends at Hogwarts."

"And who are they?" She asked.

"Merida DunBroch, Rapunzel Corona, Jack Frost." I said, before I could stop myself. Did I still consider Jack my friend? After all that happened? Could I really trust him the way I used to? Yet...deep down, I knew I had already forgiven him for what he had done, and deep down, I knew I still considered him a friend, no matter how tense the situation between us was.

"I see. Royalty." She mumbled something to the quill, which continued scribbling rapidly across the long roll of parchment. "Are you...close with either of these girls?" She asked.

I turned red. "Not-not really."

"I bet many ladies out there are happy to hear that." Mrs. Bonner winked at me and I grew uncomfortably hot.

"Are we-are we almost done here?" I asked, ready to leave, shifting in my seat. I was ready to leave since this interview started, and now the urge to run was only intensified.

"One more question, not to worry. So, tell me, do you have any special abilities that could help you during the tournament, anything special about you that gives you an edge over these two?"

I paused. The obvious answer was yes. I could transform into a powerful never before seen dragon and perform wordless magic without a wand. Did that count as an advantage?

"I'm really good on a broom." I said lamely. "And I can use a sword." I added.

Mrs. Bonner nodded. She didn't appear overly happy with the results of this interview and looked like she wanted to stay and ask more questions. I, on the other hand, couldn't wait to leave this room.

"Well, that was...a good interview." Mrs. Bonner said through a forced smile. "Thank you for your time, Hiccup. I'll see you at the first trial for before and after interviews." She shook my hand with a tight grip. I nearly sighed in relief, ready to finally leave this place.

I stood from my chair when Prof. North placed a hand on my shoulder, forcing me to sit back down.

"Where do you think you're going?" Bunnymund asked, arms crossed over his furry chest.

"To go catch up with Merida and Rapunzel." I lied.

North and I had a silent staring contest. I had been staring down evil shadow beasts for months, there was no way North was beating me at this one. Eventually, North dropped his harsh gaze an lifted his hand off my shoulder. He crossed his own arms over his chest and glared down at me, his bright blue eyes glinting with warning.

"You can stay in old dorm room. You can not leave school grounds, magic of tournament." He grunted. "And if you hurt single student, I choose to ignore rules." He said, the threat evident in his voice.

"Of course." I said. I stood and practically ran out of the room.