A/N: Okay okay…..Don't kill me! I'm sorry, the only good excuse I have is I really needed to get my grades up and I GOT A LEAD IN OUR NEW MUSICAL! Its called HiTops! And I play Ginny Alexander (not Weasley) yup yup yup. Anyway….I know its short but meh…..
PLEASE READ THIS!
This is the first story in a saga. It does not only deal with HTTYD but with Phantom of the Opera, and BBC's series Sherlock. I recommend both to all of you! I'm guessing most of you know what Phantom of the Opera is, but not a lot of you know what Sherlock is. Sherlock is a morden day version of Sir Author Doyle's Sherlock Holmes. It is absultly AMAZING! The entire first season is on Netflix, granted it is only three episodes long, but each episode is 90 minutes! ANYWHO! HAPPY READING!
Chapter 11
Random Quote: 'I looked at Rachel with some respect, "You hit the lord of the Titians in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush?"' –Percy Jackson, Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Back in Berk, it would have been completely normal for Hiccup to wake up to the warm sun caressing his face, birds chirping, and the helpfulness of a ten ton dragon pushing you out of bed. Waking up to unfamiliar, blasting music and having said ten ton dragon jump on you in fright was not what Hiccup would classify as normal.
"Get off! You useless reptile!" Hiccup groaned through clenched teeth, attempting, and failing, to push the dragon from his body. Once he has succeeded in getting up, Hiccup carefully placed the prosthetic back onto his leg, got up, and wobbled out the door, not caring to change clothes at all.
The music was coming from Megan's room, which was his first guess anyway. Out of curiosity, the blacksmith raised his hand to the door and knocked gently.
No answer.
He tried again, a little louder.
Still no answer.
"Megan?" Hiccup called, opening the door a crack this time, "Are you in here?"
The room was empty, the bed sheets had been thrown every which way exposing the polka dotted sheets, the two matching pillows both on the floor in random spots, but no sign of the blonde girl.
"Huh…I wonder where she is bud-?" Hiccup turned to the spot where his best friend was but only to find empty air. "Bud? Toothless?"
"AHHHH! IT'S A WEEPING ANGEL!" Came the scream from downstairs that echoed, quite loudly, through the house.
"Well now I know where Toothless went…" The Viking muttered to himself as he took off down the stairs to confront a quite comical Megan, frozen with one hand clutching the opposite shoulder, one foot off the ground, and the other hand holding up a fork.
"Oh yes, because we all know how much damage a fork is going to do to a Night Fury." He commented, wobbling up to the reptile and patting him gingerly on his scaly head. "Y-y-y-you…SHUT UP!" She yelled, still frozen in the same position, the fork shaking lightly in her grip. Hiccup chuckled lightly and gingerly took the utensil from the girl's clenched fist and placed it on the table.
"Relax. Toothless is harmless….mostly…." He murmured, carefully guiding her frozen arm back into a normal position. The dragon in question only grunted in reply and busied himself with gobbling down the fish that Megan had placed in a neat stack on top of some old newspaper. "Well….he is not my problem right now, if I don't leave in two minutes I'm going to be late!" She stuffed a bagel in her mouth, quickly reaching for her school bag and started to head for the hallway. "Alright, fish are on the second shelf in the fridge, do not use to stove, oven, or microwave, my cell number is on the table if you run into trouble just grab that thing right there-" Megan pointed at the solitary phone on the side table next to the couch-"Match up the ….uh….runes, and press the green button. Okay?"
"How long are you going to be gone?" Hiccup asked, his eyes never leaving the blonde and she quickly put a navy blue sweater over her green tank top, only to realize she had put it over her backpack also. Sighing, she slipped both articles off and replaced the sweater and bag in their respective order. "Um, I have school, then rehearsals, and then work about an hour after that…..I will be home before work to check on you."
"That didn't answer my question."
"Gah! I'll just call you, okay?" She shouted, making a move down the hall with the Viking following close behind.
"How will I know its you?" He followed her out into the garage this time, watching as she nearly tripped over the broken remains of the book case that was still strung out precariously across the floor.
"That number I left on the table will show up on the screen of the phone." Megan now had her shoes on and was getting into the car.
"What is a-!"
"Goodbye, Hiccup!" She stated, ending the conversation with the slamming of the car door and the starting of an engine. Hiccup sighed, questions were still ringing through his mind and now the only person that could answer them was pulling down the driveway and speeding down the street towards her school. "Goodbye, Megan…." He murmured under his breath as the garage door closed, "Hopefully I will still be alive when you get home…" The teen Viking made his way back into the house and towards the kitchen where he seated himself at the table. Megan had left a plate of breakfast for him. He ate in silence, trying to figure out how he was going to get through the whole day without hurting himself, killing himself, or being bored to tears.
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Luckily for Megan, she did make it to school on time, with three minutes to spare. English class had been a bore, and nothing new happened in art, except for the face that she was positive that there was green paint smeared under her right eye, and now she found herself sitting at the lunch tables waiting for her friends to show their faces.
"Hey, Meg!" Said a boy, seating himself down on her left at the grey table.
"Hey, Will." Came the half hearted reply.
"What's wrong with you?" Another boy had sat down on her right, placing his books on the table and shooting her a quizzical expression.
"Well hello to you to, Josiah. Nothing….just didn't really sleep last night."
"Let me guess, you were up late watching Doctor Who, Sherlock, or Phantom of the Opera?" Will challenged, a smirk spreading across his face.
"I do have a life you know!" The blonde snapped, pulling a small bag of chips from her backpack. Josiah laughed at the remark, "No you don't."
"Yeah….you're right." She murmured, popping the chip bag open by accident causing herself to scream and earning the joyful pleasure of having the boys laugh at her. "Shut up!" The green eyed girl yelled, sending her binder smacking down on Will's head.
"You could have said please!"
"Don't speak, Anderson, you're lowering the IQ of the whole street." She quoted, smiling smugly at her own actions.
"You know….you obsess over way to many things, weren't you just obsessing over How To Train Your Dragon yesterday?" Josiah wondered aloud, sending a amused look in her general direction. "I still like it! I obsess over a lot of things, they just switch priorities in my brain." Megan defended, popping another chip into her mouth, she dropped her voice into a whisper, "Besides…..How To Train Your Dragon is defiantly at the forefront of my mind right now."
"What was that?" Will asked, looking up from the book he was currently reading with lighting speed.
"Nothing!"
"She just said 'Sherlock is a sexy beast.'" Josiah answered, opening his own book and fishing out a piece of paper and a pencil.
"DID NOT!" Megan slammed her fist on the table, grabbed the pencil and paper from Josiah's hand and began to sketch furiously on it.
"No but you were thinking it." Josiah sighed, reaching into his binder for a second piece of paper, "You could just ask, you know, leave your sketch book at home again?"
"Yeeeeesssss" She groaned, still working on the cartoon figure of a certain Viking that was taking shape upon the page.
"Knowing you, you're going to need a lot of scrap paper today, O Creative One." Will laughed, not even looking up from his book.
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For the first two hours, Hiccup busied himself by nosing through Megan's room where he had found a sketch book laying precariously across her desk. Curiosity getting the better of him, the Viking was currently rifling through the different scribbles and sketched. Soon after this, the teen discovered a pattern, towards the beginning of the book there were many pictures of himself, all in a strange style. Large, bubbly eyes, long, lanky limbs, and over dramatic hair. After flipping through a few papers, he no longer saw himself scribbled on the parchment, but a man with a mask and a black cape, whom Hiccup could only guess was the Phantom from the movie they had watched the night before. Following directly after the masked man were several doodles of two men, one always had a scarf and a long coat with a upturned collar, and the other always in a sweater with either a gun or cane in hand. Hiccup stared at them for a moment more before turning the page once again, there, his eyes met another drawing of himself, a very recent drawing judging by the eraser particles that were still clinging to the page.
The teen Viking shut the book and carefully placed it back into its original place, not wanting to find out what would happen if Megan discovered he had been picking through her personal items. After seeing the contents of her room while she was not in the house allowed Hiccup to add a few more descriptive words about his new roommate to the list that was forming in that brain of his.
She plays the…what was it….piano, she sings, she draws, and guessing from this notebook here, she writes also, she must have been a dancer because there are pictures in their living room of her dancing, and she paints…..Megan is artsy. He deduced, now leaving her room and wondering down the stairs once again.
Something stopped Hiccup, right in the middle of the stair way. He just froze.
A sudden thought struck him, a voice in his head that did not belong to himself, a voice that fed a single idea.
She is creative, Hiccup. She is imaginative. She invents on paper and canvas like you invent with wood a metal. She is just like you. This is why you are here, your purpose shall be revealed on a later date. Yet, you two, together, you two alone, you are the embodiment of creativity.
A/N: Well….that is it! Review please! Critisim is welcome! I have a couple of questions for those of you who review also!
Why do you think I stress the point of Megan being creative?
How do you think Hiccup is going to fare with Megan gone for most of the day?
What would you like to see happen next, be it between Megan and Hiccup, or any scenario you can think of.
Finally, who or what do you think the voice in Hiccup's head was at the end, and why did it call them 'the embodiment of creativity'?
Thank you for your time! Please please please review!