A/n Sorry for the slight wait , i stopped writing when fanfic went down and wasnt sending out email updates etc , but then i had a few things in real life etc But here is the next chapter finally:) Quickly want to send a massive thanks to all who have reviewed and faved/followed.

a few things about this story witch i will explain, there will be swearing as it is in prison, ill limit Hiccup using the words though. There will also be violence and mentions of drug use and other triggers. I will mention though if there is anything you need to worrry about from chapter to chapter but expect violence regularly.

Now Berk in this is in the real world but is far from other places i.e its not part of america etc its it's own country but large. While it has mordern thing's , they are also still stuck in viking way's. The prison for example is very rough and dark for a young offenders especially. Your an adult when your 18, thats when your moved to the adult prison.

if there is anything you need clearing up feel free to leave a reveiw or pm me if something doesnt make sense.

anyhow on with the fic, i have no Beta so mistakes are my own, please enjoy.

Unlucky thirteen

Chapter three

An introduction to remember

Day 1…

Hiccup's eyes opened slowly as he felt the sun trickle through the bard window behind him. Looking around the bleak surroundings he sighed. Great so this wasn't a dream and I'm really stuck inside a cell with an unhinged muscle bound lunatic…

To Dagur's credit though, after their rather strange intro, he had left Hiccup alone and kept to himself. Apart from the annoying and strange whistle he did every time he used the bathroom, or the fact when he turned on the small television and the news channel on the very limited channel's the TV had reported about a man getting stabbed…well let's just say the happy laugh that came from the top bunk did nothing to ease Hiccup's mind about his new roommate. Plus, when it was 'light's out'… the man on the top bunk snored, and even that sounded oddly manic.

It had all been a blur to the auburn-haired teen, since arriving, apart from his 'wake up' call talk to Dagur, he had been so in his head, his cold demeanour had meant he had essentially sleep walked into here. Not listening to what would happen through the day, paying no mind to the guard who brought him to his room who was no doubt rattling off the daily routine of this place. He knew if he wanted to survive this place he should have been soaking in every piece of knowledge he could, especially with the rough reputation Berk's young offender's institution carried.

"Who cares." Hiccup grumbled to himself before pulling the thin bed sheet's back up and rolled onto his side. Closing his eye's, he once more tried to fall back to sleep in an attempt to escape this place for a few hours, but his attempt was short lived when he heard a loud buzz radiate around the prison, followed by a deep voice shouting.

"Up everyone, you know the drill, form an orderly line."

Everyone except me Hiccup thought in annoyance, like clockwork he heard movement from above him as Dagur then jumped off the top bunk.

"Come on Fish." The stocky teen shouted, clapping his hands together. "Time for breakfast."

Admittedly Hiccup was hungry, but that also meant venturing out into the unknown. Looking up at Dagur who was surprisingly looking at him, waiting for him to get up. Swallowing slightly, he removed the sheet's and slipped of the hard bed, before getting to his feet.

Standing next to the hulking teen, Hiccup cringed slightly when his meaty palm came down on his shoulder hard.

"So, last night I was thinking fish, I've decided you'll be eaten alive in the first week without someone showing you the rope's." Dagur said, his eye's staring intently at Hiccup's forest green ones. Showing something akin to … sympathy? "And being that I'm such a nice human being, and an upstanding citizen of Berk I've decided I'll be you're tour guide."

Hiccup was slightly shocked at his almost kind gesture, while he was odd and hadn't harmed him since his arrival, he had sensed Dagur wouldn't take a lot of goading to flip out. Although when he saw Dagur's face turn from an almost worried look to that strange grin of his again, he soon realised his original theory on Dagur was most probably right.

"But know this fish…. Back-stab me and I swear I will make however long you're in here for a living hel."

Great…. Hiccup's sarcastic mind drawled, merely nodding at Dagur's words, one thing was for sure though, he didn't want to make any waves, in fact for his two year stretch he wanted to keep to himself. Little did he know, that was nothing more than wishful thinking.

"Right follow me Hiccup…" Dagur stated heading to the door, the buzzing noise must have indicated the door unlocking electronically as he watched the bulky teen open the door to their cage.

Hiccup's hands felt clammy as nerves hit him, his heart rate picking up as he trudged behind his cellmate. Swallowing a deep breath, he held his head high as he put on a no nonsense look before walking out of the door into the cell-block. Looking around he was surprised to find no one even pay him a look, being on the top flight he watched as everyone fled their cells, all dressed in their orange jump suits, all of them walking in single file with little chatter. It was bizarre, it seemed almost military like it was drilled in.

Not wanting to upset the apple cart, the auburn-haired boy kept close to Dagur as they walked along the top walk way. Ignoring the fact other unknown prisoners were behind and in front of him as they made their way to the stair's in the middle.

"Why's everyone so quiet and orderly?" Hiccup whispered loud enough for the teen in front to hear. Before Dagur could reply, the loud booming voice from earlier rung round the prison once more.

"Hurry up you delinquent scum, and get a move on."

The voice echoed through the halls and sent an involuntary shiver down his spine, for some reason the tone of the voice, the sound, it was familiar like he heard it before but he couldn't place it. Dagur didn't reply in the end, so Hiccup simply kept following him until they began descending the metal steps at the center of the cell-block. As he was looking downwards, he eyed where the voice had been coming from as standing near the entrance was a hulking form of a man. He eyed him without trying to give it away that he was doing so.

The man was huge nearing on seven foot, built like a heavyweight wrestler, his skin was dark, his face scared and his face a snarl with dark green eyes. The man's head was covered in long black dread locks, much like his beard. His appearance frightened Hiccup more than it should of, making sure to now merely look down instead of even dare to glance his way.

Following the surprisingly quite Dagur, they turned from this man standing near the entrance as Hiccup and the other prisoners headed the other way. He could feel those haunting eye's staring, watching him from behind, he could only assume the other prisoner's felt it too, the rough looking young offender's all seemingly obedient in this man's presence.

They continued to walk until they reached a back entrance where there were two more guards, these smaller, average looking, normal… Once the prisoners past them, the orderly line seemed to fade as people began talking once more between there fellow inmates as they walked out into the open air.

The morning sun was welcoming to stand in, the stale air of the prison replaced with fresh air that was even more welcoming to the auburn-haired teen. Looking around, he eyed the large watch towers that had armed men atop of them, followed by the large chained fences that had barbed wire atop of them should anyone be foolish enough to attempt an escape.

He eyes continued to scan around, seeing different building's in the distance, all most likely housing different areas of the young offender's institute. The prisoners were all heading for a building a good two hundred meters away, it was large with bared windows and a dull white paint job.

Now not standing in single line, Dagur walked side by side with Hiccup, his manic eye's turning towards Hiccup as they moved.

"You asked why everyone was so quiet earlier." The bulky inmate stated causing Hiccup to look at him, nodding. "That man, that freakishly large dude with the dreadlocks, you know Bob Marley on steroid's. Do not get on his bad side, the guy's the captain of the prison officer's, they all cower to him…. he's also corrupt as shit and has the warden of this fine establishment on a leash..."

Hiccup swallowed nervously…. just fantastic.

"What's his name?"

"Drago…" Dagur stated his tone serious, not its usual crazy one. "Drago Bludvist."

The name hit him hard, the auburn-haired teen didn't even know why, as he paused, standing still his hands shaking. Something about the name Drago Bludvist was familiar, something that made the hair on the back of his head stand at its end's. His heart beating quicker, Hiccup tried to place the name, tried to understand why it made him react like this, but nothing came to him, like a scratch he couldn't itch, the boy just couldn't remember.

He was pulled out of it suddenly when he felt the meaty hand of Dagur slap him around the back of his head. Yelping slightly from the surprise, and hard contact he turned glaring at his cellmate. The teen neither intimidated by Hiccup's look or sorry for his actions.

Why did I react like that? what is it about the name Drago Bludvist? He had expected Dagur to ask him why he had zoned out, but it seemed he didn't care as he nodded his head for the two to keep walking, following the other inmates as they did.

Doing his best to not think about what had just happened, he pushed it to the back of his mind, instead he took in Dagur's words as they walked towards the large building that was apparently home to the cafeteria.

Eventually they entered the building, the place abuzz with chatter as a range of different sized cons grouped off onto large separate tables. Guards stood watch, spread out around the different corners of the room. Ignoring the stares he was getting, which he assumed was for being new, he Followed Dagur as the pair grabbed a dinner tray before getting into the lunch line.

"Fish." Dagur said gruffly, turning to Hiccup who was stood behind him. "Wait in line, grab your food and come to the table over in the far corner, I've got to talk shop with them before you get there."

Hiccup looked over to the table Dagur pointed at and breathed in deeply, he was pleased to a point that Dagur was seemingly being nice to him so far but the table he wanted him to join him on was currently being occupied by four, much like Dagur, bulky teen's, all who were looking this way. He nodded though, causing the lunatic teen to grin as he left the line.

Didn't he need to eat himself? Hiccup thought, only for his question to be answered as Dagur walked towards the front of the line, and without giving it a second thought shoved in front, placing his tray down waiting to be fed. He was shocked when the large teen he had pushed in front of didn't say anything, in fact he looked scared witless when Dagur gave him a murderous look.

Dagur really must have done some crazy thing's to have people look at him like that Hiccup's inner, older self-whispered, a shiver at the thought going up his spine. His stomouch growling pulled him away from his thought's though as he concentrated on getting his food as from the corner of his eye's he saw Dagur head of to the table he had pointed out.

Meanwhile….

"Top of the morning to my fellow Beserkers…" Dagur cheered in an over the top voice as he placed his tray down on the table. Looking around at the occupants with a devilish grin as he did before he climbed onto the bench. Each of them nodding at him as he did.

"Who's the runt?" a gruff voice belonging to Dagur's right hand man Vorg, the teen was larger than Dagur but not as defined carrying a lot more fat on him as well as muscle. He had short brown hair and dark blue eye's.

"My new cellmate Hiccup, I've told him to come a sit with us."

"Hiccup?" another voice spoke, chuckling darkly at the ridiculous name. This one belonging to another member of the Beserker gang, Eric. The teen much like Vorg was taller than Dagur but while not large with muscle was incredibly toned. His hair jet black, reaching his shoulders with light brown eyes.

"Dagur you remembered what happened with your last cellmate. Don't make the same mistakes."

The air around the table went quite as a short, yet stocky teen named Gunnar spoke, the young man sporting a skinhead, his eye's a dull blue. The statement was agreed upon by the last teen on the table who much like Gunnar was on the short and stocky side, this was Radburn the teen had short brown hair and light stubble with evil looking almost black eye's.

This was the Beserker gang, or tribe as the groups liked to call themselves inside Berk young offenders institute. The group used to be stronger, larger and was always one of the top dogs inside but unfortunately, as the prison was for only sixteen to eighteen-year old's they had lost a good few member's. The older members who hit eighteen but still had time on their sentence were sent to Berk's adult prison, or if your sentence ended before you hit eighteen you were of course released into the wild… although with what happened in this prison, it was very rare you were out by your original sentencing time. Most people getting time added on for various things….

But they were Berserkers and proud, wearing the name with honour and would follow Dagur into anything. The teen having entered at sixteen and took charge of the gang within the first few months he had been here, and no one dared change that.

"And we all saw what happened to that snitching little liar…" Dagur growled, glaring at his fellow Berserkers on the table. Each of them giving a nervous look to one another, they were tough in their own way but new full well Dagur was unhinged and unpredictable, none of them truly connecting with him apart from maybe Vorg. Each of them remembering his previous cellmate, each of them remembering what had happened to Mildew the moaner, or as he was now known around the prison, Mildew the snake or Mildew the rat.

"And when he gets out of segregation, when he's released back in here I'll do worse than snapping the sniveling little wretches arm."

Each member apart from Dagur winced slightly, remembering the harrowing screams and the snap of Mildew's arm as the red headed Berserker leader enjoyed breaking it into pieces. Still he got what was coming to him, after all, he had not only planted contraband under Dagur's mattress, but had snitched to an officer about it. It had earned Dagur an extra three months on his already long sentence, not to mention a week in the box. Still he had got his pay back when he was released back into population, that was for sure, the result leaving Mildew to cry depression and threatening to hang himself if he didn't get taken into segregation and away from Dagur and his men.

"Besides." Dagur said, eyeing Hiccup who was now slowly walking to the group, Breakfast in hand. "If you haven't noticed, where a little short on bodies at the moment, the last thing we need is the murderous or Meathead's trying to muscle in, or god forbid the Outcast's, there alliance with the Hunter's recently really hasn't helped our trade in here."

They all agreed on that, it had become harder to find people to buy there 'merchandise' recently, and the Berserker elders on the outside didn't take kindly to less profit being made.

….

Hiccup sighed looking down at his 'breakfast', it was supposed to be oatmeal but it looked more like cream coloured water. Service wasn't up to much either he thought sarcastically, remembering the inmate working behind the counter slamming his meal down before telling him to get lost.

Walking to Dagur's table seemed to take almost an eternity, he could feel the eyes of the occupants looking at him, most probably laughing at him for how out of place he seemed. When he reached the table though, Dagur seemed way to happy to see him.

"Hiccup… come sit..." Dagur said cheerily slapping the seat beside him.

The auburn-haired teen gulped as his lanky, fishbone frame climbed onto the bench beside his cellmate. The cellmate in question then eagerly went on to introduce him to his friends, each of them nodding at him …. Each of them judging him with their eyes as they did.

"Anyhow fish, this is Vorg, Eric, Gunnar and Radburn" Dagur said pointing to each of the other teens at the table, Hiccup nodding at each of them as they were introduced, although they didn't seem entirely impressed. "Now I told you I would introduce you to this prison, you know show you the ropes. So, I think it's best I tell you about the 'situation' in here first…"

"Situation?" Hiccup questioned, not really understanding where Dagur was going with this.

"You see my dear, dear Hiccup, apart from the crooked prison officer's the prison is essentially run by five gang's or tribes as we Berkian's like to call it."

Hiccup sighed inwardly, more than acquainted with what Dagur was talking about, though it wasn't something he would broadcast. Nor was it anything he wanted to even talk about, but it seemed being in prison, certain thing's wouldn't leave him alone.

"There's the Murderous tribe." Dagur whispered this time, pointing his meaty paw at another table. "There headed by that large looking fellow Magnus the one with the large scar down his face, but don't worry about them, their weak after losing their leader Madguts and his right-hand man Gumboil." He then pointed to another table, this one more crowded than their murderous tribes, but looked livelier and somehow less intimidating. "That's the meathead's tribe, run by the Thuggory, the one who seems calmer then the other's and yet a lot more dangerous…"

He had to admit as he looked at the Meatheads table, he instantly could tell who this Thuggory was. To Hiccup the muscle-bound teen with a long black mop of hair seemed so calm it was almost bizarre compared to his overly boisterous table.

"But don't worry about them, we here on this table have good connections with them and we both leave each other in peace."

The tribal tattooed man then pointed to another table, but Hiccup could tell by looking at his body language, that unlike the other tables this one Dagur didn't like as much.

" That table call themselves the hunter's" Dagur growled as he said there name. "There fronted by the guy sitting in the middle who is staring at nothing."

Hiccup eyed the one Dagur was talking about, there was something strange about whoever this character was, he seemed even calmer then Thuggory, and even more menacing as well. His face looked almost sinister, his brown eye's calculating, dangerous. He had some muscle, with short brown hair and the looks of a small stubbled goatee.

"His name's Viggo Grimborn, a posh talking bastard whose right-hand man is the big bald guy next to him. Who weirdly enough is the shithead's brother, he's nothing but brawn but he packs a punch does ol Rykey. Thick as shit though"

Brother? Hiccup thought curiously, not airing the question he wanted to know. Just how were two brother's aloud into the same prison together?

"The problem we have with them is they've decided to become friends with our sworn enemies..."

Hiccup watched as Dagur clenched his plastic spoon hard in his large hand, snapping the utensil as he became agitated by whoever he was talking about. It was Vorg who spoke up though from across the table.

"The Outcast's"

An almost feral growl this time came from Dagur at the name, causing Hiccup to shift a little nervously not sure what the unpredictable teen would do. He watched as he then pointed towards another table this one not too far from them, this one seemed to be larger than the other's in attendance alone.

But it wasn't the size of the number, but the size of the people on there that made Hiccup shiver slightly as the three teens' in the middle where huge, the size he imagined his dad was at this age.

"Their main guy is let's just say… my most favorite person in this whole prison…"

For some reason, Hiccup didn't quite believe that statement….

"Alvin the treacherous…his right-hand man is Sa-…."

Hiccup watched as Dagur stopped mid-sentence his eye's darting to the entrance of the cafeteria as the doors opened and someone stepped through, the deranged Beserker leader's eye's widening before furious rage seemed to take over.

The auburn haired sixteen-year-old eyed the man who had walked in and caused this reaction from his cell mate. Whoever it was, was scrawny, maybe even more so then him but taller with a blue cast on his left arm. The teen was ugly, incredibly so with rat looking green eyes and a huge nose and a badly grown in mustache.

Looking around the table he noticed every one of the Beserkers where staring at the new entrant with anger, surprisingly though, the teen walking in didn't seem effected, in fact he seemed almost smug as he headed towards one of the table's. When he got to his destination, unsurprisingly the table of the Outcast's, he was greeted by the huge teen in the middle, the ugly rat like fellow making sure to look the Berserker table's way smugly as he was brought into a hug by the largest of the group.

The man who hugged him, Hiccup guessed instantly to be Alvin the treacherous, the behemoth looked well over six foot five and wasn't far of the size of a truck. He had long braided black hair, and for a sixteen to eighteen-year-old prison, he had a very long black beard. To say he could put the fear of Thor into someone was an understatement. A different person or not, even this version of Hiccup knew to avoid him at all costs.

It seemed Dagur didn't have the same idea though, as he growled under his breath and jumped up from his seat, stalking toward's the Outcast's table, the other Berserkers following suit leaving Hiccup alone to watch in confusion at what had caused such a reaction. The Berkian was smart though, as like it was almost in slow motion he watched, the whole situation becoming fishy very fast as Dagur instantly went for the skinny dude who had hugged Alvin, only for Alvin himself to stand in the way and square off with Dagur. The two butting heads, goading one another to make a move. It was followed by four other Outcast member's rising from their seat's, this time they were looking to square off with Radburn, Eric, Gunnar and Vorg. What confused Hiccup though, was none of the other Outcast's got up from their seat's, none of them looked to help, instead they watched on with almost knowing looks.

Turning his head, his green eyes widened at what he saw next, the closest prison guard, nodding to the rat like teen Dagur had just been going for as the older man slipped a small knife into the teen's hand. Like a ton of bricks hit him he realized this was a set-up, his gaze on the knife, his heart beating out of his chest at the sight.

Hiccup could feel phantom pains of remembrance from old wounds on his body burning at the appearance of the sharp object. Looking at the teen with the weapon, he saw his intention as he gripped the blade with his non-casted arm, his evil rat like eye's staring at Dagur's back as he shoved Alvin.

He didn't know Dagur the deranged well, in fact he wasn't even sure he wanted to, but he was his cell mate, they were at least on speaking terms and he didn't want anyone to feel that burning pain like he had…

Almost like his body was on auto pilot, adrenaline spiking through his veins, he pushed up from his chair, leaving his food at the table. Scurrying quick as he watched his target move closer to Dagur's back, Hiccup moved across the cafeteria as quick as he could.

When he was a few meters away, he lowered his body slightly, as he tackled the unsuspecting knife wielder in the side of the stomach. His opponent letting out a heavy grunt as he was wrestled aggressively to the floor by the youngest Haddock. Hiccup was just glad he got lucky with the teen being roughly his own weight, he knew full well he would have bounced right off most of the other inmates.

Once he was over the top of Mildew, the knife clattering to the floor, Hiccup raised his fist, bringing it down onto the ugly features of the rat of Berk's young offender's. A sickening crunch was heard as Mildew cried out in pain as the young man's fist met his nose, blood exploding from it as it did. Since he had gone off the rails, Hiccup had gotten into a fair few fight's, while he lost most, he learned one thing…. Don't stop swinging.

The scrap beside him got Dagur's attention as he looked down to see his new cellmate punching Mildew in the face, the action bringing a grin to his face, but when he noticed the knife lying beside the snitch Mildew, he quickly put two and two together. Turning back to Alvin who was also eyeing the skinnier inmates fighting, Dagur took his chance as he grabbed the prison uniform top of the Outcast's leader before leaning his head back and bringing it forward with all the power he could muster as his forehead met Alvin's nose. The hulking man fell backwards from the headbutt with a crash as his heavy weight landed on the cafeteria table behind him, knocking food all over the place.

It was then all hel broke loose…. It seemed the violence sparked a reaction from the other tribes of the Berk prison as they all went for one another, punches being thrown, chair's being chucked as they fought like their ancestors of old.

Hiccup recoiled as his opponent smashed his hard-plastered arm across his face as he felt his lip split in pain, because of the adrenaline though, he went back to punching the man beneath him almost instantly. A rage building more and more inside him as everything seemed to darken around him until finally he felt two hands on him, pulling him up roughly before he was grappled, his arms pulled and locked behind his back

He felt cuff's being placed around his wrist's locking him in place before his top half was pushed down, his eye's staring at the ground as he was frog marched through the ruckus by what he could only assume was one of the prison guards. Eventually they reached the outside of the cafeteria, head still down, Hiccup heard the guard from above finally speak.

"Looks like we've a new trouble maker ay…" The guard's voice deep and gravelly as he tugged at him aggressively. "I think a week in the box will do for you…"

The box? Hiccup thought in confusion, worry seeping in at what that meant his thought's where stopped when he heard the cafeteria door slam open, the voice of Dagur shouting and growling could be heard behind him, along with a guard's he assumed had apprehended the mad deranged teen.

He could still hear his cellmate's voice as he was led through different corridor's before eventually being forced down some stairs. A few moments later he heard his name being called by Dagur from behind.

"HICCUP! MY BROTHER" the lunatic shouted almost a little too cheerily seeing as though it seemed they were both being led to this Box. Hiccup wasn't too sure about this brother moniker though, he supposed it was better than fish.

"YOU REALLY GAVE THAT SNITCH MILDEW A GOOD FEW PUNCHES BESERKER STYLE!"

So that's who I hit…Hiccup thought to himself, finally having a name to the face he had just punched repeatedly. He didn't reply though, instead just concentrated on keeping his uncoordinated feet from tripping as he was rushed down the stairs aggressively by the prison guard. The auburn-haired teen cringed when he then heard Dagur then begin singing to him from behind, giving Hiccup his very own version of Bonnie tyler's I need a hero, changing the lyrics to I need a Hiccup. Apparently, he was Dagur's hero/brother now…

Reaching the final step, he was then led through a darkened corridor with door's each side going all the way along. Stopping at one, he then heard the guard fiddling with keys from behind him, until he reached over him, unlocking the door they had stopped at, he then swiftly unlocked Hiccup's cuff's . Before the teen could stand up, he felt himself being grabbed and chucked into the open-door way. His body colliding with the floor hard as the door behind him was shut.

Hiccup tried to catch his breath as he recovered from landing on the hard floor of the tiny cell he had just been thrown in. Looking up, the auburn teen took in said cell.

It was closed in, dank, with nothing but a small gym matt to lay on and an aluminium toilet in the corner. It was claustrophobic and a stale smell wafted around, and Hiccup was sure it wasn't even legal either. But from his first impressions of Berks young offenders, legality and order where not on the top of its list. His thoughts showing the smirking face of the prison guard as Mildew the rat was passed a small knife. Something wasn't right there, Hiccup wondered if it was something Dagur was even aware of.

Memories of pain along with a phantom burning sensation had hit him at the sight of the weapon. And while he didn't know Dagur well, he wouldn't let him be stabbed in the back while him and his fellow Berserkers squared off against the Outcasts. It had been a reaction, but somehow, he assumed Mildew deserved a lot worse than the heavy beating he got. Hiccup clenching his hands, his knuckles swollen and cut, his lip swelling and painful from the hit he had taken himself.

The guard had told him a week in the box would be fitting. For Thors sake he had only been in prison a night. But finding he cared little, in fact a week away from the other inmates being something pleasant, Hiccup dragged himself across to the worn gym matt and curled his body up, facing the white wall.

Closing his eyes, he sighed inwardly. He guessed by his actions and Dagurs words of undying brotherly love, he had essentially thrown his lot in with the Beserkers. Hiccup found he cared little, after all what else was there for him in life.

As he lay still on the floor, he allowed himself to think back to a happier memory once more to try pass the time, not surprising to Hiccup the one that sprung to mind involved a certain blonde, Astrid Hofferson. This time the memory being the time the blonde had claimed him as her boyfriend, something the young boy at the time hadn't dared questioned.

Seven years ago,…

"Where are you going useless..." A voice mocked from behind the nine-year-old Hiccup as he made his way across the playground in a hope to find his group of friends. Unfortunately, the voice was very familiar to the boy, that of his older cousin of a few weeks, something that was thrown in his face often, Snotlout Jorgenson.

"Leave me alone Snot..." Hiccup replied walking as fast as he could, his cousin and two other boys following him. The year before Hiccup had been moved class to be away from the boy's treatment, something he was happy about as he had made his new friends, but it didn't mean he didn't run into the pig faced boy on the playground.

It was a few moments later, Hiccup felt his legs sweep out from under him as the bulkier leg of his cousin kicked up his feet sending the skinny boy into a puddle of mud face first. Laughter coming from behind him.

"Don't trip Hic" Snotlout said with a laugh, his friend's laughing behind him as they all ganged up. What they hadn't realised was a certain blonde had witnessed this as she stopped kicking the football around with her friend Ruffnut, the girl stomping over instantly, her face red from anger at what she had just seen.

"Oi pigface.."

Hiccup looked up from the mud, his eye's catching a glimpse of the irate Astrid Hofferson who had fire in her eyes as she almost growled at his cousin behind him.

"Hey babe." The nine-year-old Snotlout replied happily not catching on to the anger in the blonde's voice.

Hiccup cringed at his use of babe for Astrid, the boy clearly copying his uncle Spitlouts mannerisms to a t, especially when he caught sight of Snot posing with his fat arm's.

"Come to see me push useless around?"

The young Hiccup felt like crying at the name, it was something he despised, something that effected his confidence so much. Although the feeling seemed to be replaced with confusion when he watched what happened next.

"Don't you hurt my boyfriend..."

Boyfriend? Hiccup thought, his eyes widened, even more so when the blonde stormed up to Snotlout kicking him heavily between the leg's, the young boy hitting the floor with a girlish cry. Unfortunately for Astrid the action was spotted by one of the teachers who run over, blowing her whistle loudly.

"Miss Hofferson, we do not kick.." The teacher chided ..

"But he hurt Hiccup..." Astrid replied her tone aggressive for nine-year-old girl, it wasn't long before his new 'girlfriend' was being escorted inside to be told off.

Present time…

Hiccup laughed quietly to himself as he recalled the memory, that was the first, and certainly not the last time she hurt Snotlout Jorgensson. When he saw her next, she seemed intent to proclaim him as her boyfriend once more, for some reason as Hiccup looked into her large blue eyes , he didn't deny her wish.

Eventually though, his thought's changed from Astrid to the name Drago Bludvist...just why had the name affected him so much?

A/N i hope you liked it, please leave thoughts if you can:)

next chapter will see Hiccups week in the box, another flashback and maybe a blondes return... who knows