Hello, my name is Zmike. I will not be able to update as much, but this is chapter was made 4 hours ago if you are reading this.

Author's Note: Things get adventurous.

The morning was cloudly on Long Island, but Henry Haddock wasn't surprised. His alarmed beeped loudly as he was woken up from his graceful dream involving a special someone. The teen groaned in frustration, slamming down on the off button of the boxy device, causing the beeping to stop. Yawning, he blinked his eyes rapidly so they could adjust to the bright enviroment. Henry then ran one of his hands through his shaggy hair, feelings the softnesss of it.

Henry then looked around his room, noticing that it was messy with all the books and pieces of sketching paper covering the floor. Oh great, he thought as he sat there, pondering what today was going to be like

"What am I thinking? It's another friday in high school," Hiccup muttered, taking his covers off. That's when he heard a thud, and he looked down to see what it was. It was his book that taught how to read and speak Norse, which was the only reminder of his mother. Sighing, he picked up the book and put it next to his backpack.

Henry missed his mother, Valka, who was part of the six scientists who disappeared in the north artic circle seven years ago. It still gave him nightmares: his mother screaming to get back to him as he stood there just out of distance of helping her. Those dreams were the ones that would horrify him. Henry felt a tear run down his cheek, and he wiped it off. I'll be strong for you, mom. I promise.

He then grabbed his phone off one of his stands and texted a familiar contact. Typing fast on the keyboard screen, he got his message to his friend in a matter of seconds.

Just woke up, be ready in ten.

Henry set the phone back down on the stand and began undressing, trying to find what outfit to where for the last day of his freshman year. Henry was quite a old freshman at that, being sixteen and still having no car to drive for his own purposes.

"Kind of ridiculous, considering dad is the governor for New York, and the CEO of 'Catapult Shipping', " Henry said to himself quitely. It was true, a man with millions of dollars still couldn't trust his own son with driving a car. Even worse, Henry didn't even have a driver's license. "It's all because what I look like from the outside, isn't it?" he asked himself in the front of mirror, shirtless and tired. "No wonder everyone calls me a Hiccup."

It was true, Henry's brain-dead cousin in freshman year decided to introduce me to everyone as Hiccup. It was tradition in the Norse culture to call the runt of the litter a Hiccup, and Henry just shook his head at the thought. He knew something like this was inevitable, Henry knew that his cousin wasn't entire wrong at what he said. He had a skinny build with arms that were almost the size of toothpicks. He was also not very strong, but that was balanced by the amount of brains he had. It helped when he worked in The Forge, Gobber's car repair shop.

A ding then came from his phone, and Hiccup turned around, walking over to see his friend's text. He leaned over to see what it said.

Alright, I'll be getting our sources written, Fishlegs out.

Hiccup just chuckled to himself when he saw that name. I can't believe he stills uses it.

Fletcher Ingerman was Hiccup's best friend, but he was soon nicknamed to Fishlegs after everyone in the Long Island Academy saw his body build: a big torso with small legs. He had the potential of being one of the most feared students in high school, but his personality was the opposite of fearing. He also had a small, fluffly patch of blond hair on his head, but was usually covered up by the hat he usually wore.

He is also a massive book worm, knowing more stuff in fifth grade than Henry has ever known in entire life. If Henry gave him three books to read, Fletcher could finish them all in one night, and recite the key information. All in all, Fletcher was ready to learn anything new, absorbing all the information he got. (I got a friend like that; never studies for tests but gets A's all day. I'll never understand it)

Henry then went back to getting dressed, picking a pair of denim jeans and a red and black diagonal striped shirt. Quickly getting the clothes on, he grabbed his the book of Norse language and his backpack. He opened his bedroom door and flew down the stairs, making his way to the kitchen. After a few moments in the room, he noticed the bulky frame of his father in front of him.

"Hello son, what brings you up this fine morning?" Stoic the Vast asked his son. Henry responded with a shrug, then took a banana from the fruit basket on the counter. "Are you going to verbally reply?"

"Not really, mainly because it's a school day," Henry replied.

"Ah, but it's the last day," his father told him with a gleeful expression. "You are finally close to the age of driving."

"Yeah, yeah last day of high school," Henry reminded himself. "Best of all, I end up working on my paper for next year. Besides, I should already have my driver's license." Stoic looked at him blankly, but decided not to press the matter of things, knowing I didn't really like to have conversations with him.

"Well, I am leaving for business for about two weeks," Stoic told Henry, and Henry's eyes lit up in surprise. He was not expecting his father to leave this early in the summer. "Remember, Old Wrinkly lives down the street and-"

"Call Gobber if I need his help with anything, yeah, I got it dad," Henry said quickly, before rushing to the door. "I forgot I needed to meet Fletcher early today." He twisted the door knob open, but felt a very large hand rest on his shoulder before he could get out. Not this again.

"Son, I know you're avoiding me for some reason," Stoic said solemnly, gazing into Henry's eyes.

"Whaaaaat? No, no everything is fine. I am perfecly fine. I am totally not avoiding for any reason whatsoever" Henry tried to persuade himself, but he let his sadness come through.

"You're thinking about your mother, aren't you."

Henry didn't want to admit it, but he had no other option."Yeah, I saw my book she gave before her research flight disappeared," Henry told Stoic hesitantly. "I was only eight when that happened."

"And I was younger at that time, too. Remember, Henry, she would want you to stay strong, I know it," Stoic reminded Henry, giving his son a soft pat on the back for comfort. It was the same sentence his dad repeated everytime this conversation came up, but Henry couldn't hear it enough.

"Thanks, dad," Henry gave his father a smile, along with a hug, then walked out of the house to get his bike. "See you in two weeks!" Henry ran to the opened garage and grabbed his bike. He didn't bother wearing his helmet: he was already late with his meetup with Fletcher this morning. Now time to explain, Hiccup muttered in his thoughts.

(* * *)

"Hey, Henry!" Fletcher (Fishlegs) Ingerman told his friend, who was getting his combination lock secure on his bike. "Ready to finally be over with this year?"

Hiccup snorted in response. "If only I had your enthusiasm, Fletcher." They walked side by side into Long Island Academy, home of their mascot, the Vikings (in my defense, it was the most logical choice). Opening the front office door, they both went straight to the second floor where their lockers were. The only problem was that Henry's cousin, Stephen, was in the way of their destination. "Oh why can't I ever get a single break from him."

Stephen was Henry's muscular cousin who tried to beat everyone at everything. He was so cocky that he got the name Snotlout from being so caught up into himself. Henry's peers discovered the name after dicussing it in gym class. Stephen would flex down the hallways, and would attracted the attention of most girls. Of course, he was also the captain of the football team at freshman year, which was one of the most impossible things to do.

He also had to a posse: Ruby and Toby, but the students gave them the names Ruffnut and Tuffnut. The two teens were twins, and were also into a whole lot of violence. They would purposely hit each other in every class just to through the day of the "boredom" everyday. The two look so much alike that Henry would have to see which one had the masculine voice, due to their long hair and all. Oh, they also like to blow stuff up for fun. An example would be blowing a giant hole in the field a few months ago, resulting in their suspension.

"Well, what do we have here?" Snotlout asked his two lackeys, who laughed at Henry and Fletcher."Look, it's the wimp Hiccup and his nerdy friend Fishlegs." A few other teens besides the triumphant of annoyers laughed at the two. Like usual, though, Henry ignored his comments that they made to him and his friend.

"I get it!" Toby laughed. "Because he's small, like a Hiccup." He then bent over and continued to laugh his brain out on the two. His sister joined the him, and Stephen continued to laugh in front of them.

"Hey, Stephen," Henry replied gloomily. He didn't even feel like dealing with his egotistical cousin today.

"Is it really a good idea to go that way, Henry?" Fletcher asked his friend, who shook his head.

"You're right. Better not start a fight on the last day of school," Henry said, turning around to go up the fly of stairs on their side. "Especially when my cousin has his head more up his ass today than any other."

"I think Snotlout is trying to cause one, though."

"It doesn't surprise me, to be honest."

The two gave out small laughs to the sentence Henry said as they continued on. Climbing each step one at a time, Henry could feel the small burning sensation in his legs as his muscles ached. It was only twenty seconds to get up the flight of stairs, but Fletcher was breathing heavier than normal.

"Really Fletcher? It was only one flight of stairs," Henry joked, but his friend ignored it. "Alright then, off to our lockers."

Henry opened the door to the third floor, just in time to run into something. Stumbling to the floor and almost down the stairs, he clutched his head and opened his eyes to see who he ran into. As soon as he saw whom he collided skulls with, his stomach dropped like a weight.

It was Astrid, the most athletic, hottest, and popular girl in school. She was so popular that there were a few seniors that asked her to homecoming this year, and she was only a freshman. She had blonde hair and azure eyes, that unfortunately, were closed at the moment. She was holding her head as she groaned in pain.

"Astrid! I am so, so sorry!" Henry apologized, reaching for her to help out, but she hit it away. She growled at him and started collecting the books she dropped. "Are you okay?"

"Stay out of my way, Hiccup," she said in annoyance, giving him a glare before opening the stairwell door and going downstairs to Thor knows where.

"Well that didn't go well," a voice came from behind him. He turned around to see his friend, Heather walking up to him. "It seems like that hurt."

Heather was a girl with raven black hair and bright green eyes. She was slightly older than Hiccup and beautiful at that, but she was more like a sister to him than anything else. She had a kind attitude towards anyone friendly to her, but she despised those with bigheads. An easy example would be Snotlout.

"I-uh appreciate if that was a 'are you okay?' statement, but right now Fletcher and I got a project to prepare for," Henry told her. Henry turned back to Fletcher, who was just staring at Heather in awe. "Fletcher?"

That seemed to snap him out of his view, because he jumped and stumbled back a little before regaining his balance. "Oh! Sorry Henry," he responded with a sheepish smile. Heather seemed to find that amusing, because she giggled at Fletcher's reaction. Fletcher smiled back at her before slightly looking away.

"Well, if you two are done, then I guess we should-" Henry started.

"Wait, Heather," Fletcher blurted. She eyed him with curiousity at the words, looking at the hulking teenager. Fletcher looked at her for a short moment, as if waiting for a response. Soon, she caught on and responded.

"Yes, Fletcher?"

"I was wondering, if you-um, would like to-uh, go out to dinner?" Fletcher suggested to her, looking down as he said that. "We could get to know each other. I was also meaning to ask you for a while."

At first, Heather didn't respond, and Hiccup held his breath. Please don't humiliate him. Please don't. Heather was known for humiliating many guys who asked her out. In short notice, it tended to be disastrous when all get turned down. It was a few minutes of silence as Heather thought. The tension around them made Henry want to yell at her to make a decision. Thankfully, she gave Fletcher an answer.

"Well, I-uh, I guess I have time tonight to do it. Sure Fletcher." Henry shook his head, did she just say yes? Henry thought about for a few seconds, but then guessed that their friendship made it likely. When the three of them were hanging out, Henry had sworned when Fletcher would make a joke, she would laugh no matter what. Never mind.

Henry sighed in relief, and Fletcher brought his fists up to the air. "Yes!" Unfortunately, he dropped his books when he did this. Smiling sheepishly, Fletcher began picking up his book as Heather laughed at the recent, but soon Henry's cousin had to ruin it.

"Why are you taking to Fishface, Heather?" It was Stephen with eyebrows raised at the three of them. "Don't you want to spend some time with someone actually interesting?" Heather rolled her eyes and ignored him. She then turned to Fletcher, giving him one of the books he dropped a few moments ago.

"When will it be?" She asked.

"I'll text you after school. I wasn't sure I was going to be successful, but hey, I took the initiative," Fletcher responded, and Heather nodded, laughing a bit. The raven haired girl then went to the stairwell and made her way downstairs.

"Uh, hello? I'm standing right here?" Stephen spoke to the two friends, who just flat out ignored him. "What's happening?"

"Okay! Not to jump to conclusions," Toby started, "but I think you aren't effecting them anymore. One might wonder why so suddenly. Right sister?"

"Indeed, brother," Ruby responded gleefully, punching his brother in the shoulder, "there are many factors, such as compassion. This could bring an individual from being embarassed all the time to not caring about what others think of him. Maybe the recent event with someone special did this. A lover, perhaps?"

"W-wait," Stephen interjected. "Are you saying that Heather is interested in one of them."

"That's exactly what they're saying, Snotlout," Henry confirmed, and his cousin did the only thing he could do: sneer. "See you next year, cousin!"

(* * *)

Classes were ending, and Henry was never this excited. He finished his exams way before anybody else and began reading the book on Norse language. He then had memories of his mother surface, and he forced back the thoughts; it wouldn't look good if he started crying in the middle of finals.

Henry stopped reading for a moment and put the book on his lap. Reaching for his backpack next to him, the shuffling of his legs caused the book to fall to the ground, and it closed itself. The noise caused a few of his peers to look up from their tests and at him, but Henry ignored their stares.

"For the love of gods," Henry muttered, going to pick up the book, he couldn't help but notice a piece of paper sticking from the inside part of the cover. "What is that?" He grabbed the book and opened it to where the paper was sticking out. Wait, that isn't paper.

The paper that was hidden in the book had a weirder feel and look than normal. For one, it was yellowish-brown color, and it was thicker than normal paper. Strange. He then realized it was paper at all, it was a piece of parchment. Henry's eyes went wide and he muffled a gasp with his cupped hand. Luckily, no one noticed the gesture, and he grabbed the folded piece of parchment from its hiding area.

Henry began to unfold the parchment, and noticed that it was written with a language he had been familiar with all his life. Norse, he thought, and he couldn't help but start to read the words he knew. Unfortunately, Henry wasn't able to translate the whole message, but he knew one thing.

His life changed when he saw the three words that represented the writer's name.

Hiccup Haddock III

It's hard to get out chapters when you have tests to study for and things to do. Hopefully this chapter turned out fine, and this marks the beginning of Henry's amazing adventure that will be coming up shortly.