A/N: Alright so since this chapter is here that means that people wanted to see this continued! So onwards and upwards! I do want to apologize though at how long this took. For those of you who don't know, in Canada (and some other countries) it is the Labour Day long weekend, so I spent a lot of time with family and didn't have much time to write/edit/post. So from now on I am going to post a deadline for myself at the bottom of each chapter for the next update. Let's just hope I don't forget that too XD.

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It was just past 7am when Hiccup rolled out of bed Friday morning. Fortunately his awful 12 hour day on Thursday meant he managed to get Fridays off, but he still let the sun wake him early like he did every morning. He never really wanted to sleep in, because he'd rather attempt to enjoy the day instead of just laying in bed.

When he was finally standing and started making his way to the bathroom, Hiccup made the unfortunate mistake of looking at the doorway he was walking towards rather than paying attention to where he was stepping. He accidentally stepped on some scattered papers on the floor and slid a few feet before landing flat on his butt.

'Well today's off to a great start,' Hiccup thought to himself while rubbing his sore lower back. 'I wonder what else is going to go wrong today.'

Hiccup carefully made the rest of the short trip to the bathroom, but not before making sure those pesky papers were moved off of the floor. When he arrived he turned on the shower, but brushed his teeth before getting in. He knew how long it takes the hot water sometimes. Unfortunately when he finally got into the shower the extra time hadn't made a difference; he may as well have been showering in an arctic snowstorm.

'I guess that's what I get for opening my big fat brain earlier.' Hiccup made quick work of his cold shower before going back to his room, carefully watching where he stepped as he got into a red long sleeve t-shirt and the same pair of jeans as yesterday. Next stop, the kitchen.

When he arrived the first thing he noticed (and it would have been pretty hard not to notice) was the absence of his father. The daily newspaper was already neatly folded and in the recycling bin, indicating his father was already gone for the day. With the house to himself, Hiccup decided to make himself a big breakfast. Cooking was something you picked up pretty quickly when the main chef in the house was…no longer there and his father was constantly out.

It only took Hiccup 25 minutes to whip up a breakfast including a ham and cheese omelette with red onion and pepper, breakfast sausages, and fried potatoes. It made a lot of dishes, but Hiccup thought it was worth it. As he ate he considered what he would do that day. He didn't have any homework to do and with no job and no friends, his only real options were to read ahead in his textbooks or go out and walk around the city. He opted for the latter, but after he finished the dishes.

Unfortunately at 8:30 in the morning the two elevators were at their busiest point of the morning. Hiccup waited for two full elevators to pass before he just decided to take the stairs. He didn't have to get anywhere quickly and it was only going down so it wasn't that bad. In the end it only took him five minutes to go down the twenty seven flights of stairs.

Walking out into the streets of New York City, Hiccup was greeted by two things: a mildly overcast sky, and hoards of people. He didn't want to get caught out in the rain and considered just going back up to the apartment, but the thought of having to either wait for an elevator or climb all of those stairs changed his mind instantly. So instead he merged into the crowd and headed east on East 39th.

He made it to 3rd Avenue where he turned north, then went west on 42nd Street. When he was almost at Madison Avenue he glanced behind him, and noticed a black car with abnormally dark windows. Normally that wouldn't be anything Hiccup would take notice of, but the car was driving way too slowly considering there were no other cars in front of it. New Yorkers never drove slowly if they could help it, and the car had New York state plates. If Hiccup wouldn't have known any better, he would have said the car was following him. He would have thought that it was Gobber since it was a black Lincoln Continental, but the plates were wrong.

It was when he was approaching 5th Avenue that Hiccup started to become a little suspicious. This car never drove past him even though the road was (surprisingly) clear. Hiccup decided to turn down 5th Avenue just to see what the car would do. When he glanced back, the car had followed, still at a creeping pace.

'Okay, this is officially weird,' Hiccup thought. 'I highly doubt my father is having someone follow me, so what's up with this car? Maybe I should call dad and ask if he has anything to do with it? No, he never answers my calls….'

Hiccup decided to see if he could losing the car by going down 40th Street the opposite way of the traffic flow. But before he did, he made sure he had memorized the license plate on the car: "AJD4961".

As Hiccup walked west on 40th, he resisted the urge to look behind him to see of the car was still there until he was halfway down the block. The car was finally gone, and Hiccup breathed a sigh of relief. Apparently the car driver wasn't so crazy as to go the wrong way down a one way. He looked around and decided that since he was close to Times Square, he may as well go there and do some window shopping to pass the time.

It only took him 5 minutes to get to Times Square, and as always, it was packed with tourists. Hiccup walked around a few of the stores in the general vicinity for a little while before he sat down at one of the tables in the middle of the square just to people watch. It's amazing what you can see sometimes. He saw all of the people going into the stores and coming out with bags, and others going into the stores in their uniforms for their part time jobs. He really wished he could get a part time job and make some spending money of his own, but his father forbade it for reasons unknown to Hiccup and Hiccup didn't want to find out what his father would do in that scenario. Probably launch a whole investigation into the store and give them legal troubles until they fired him.

Rather than sit around and be jealous, Hiccup decided to continue his walk. It was getting close to 1pm, so thought he would find place to grab lunch. He may not have had a job for his money, but at least his allowance from his father was enough to have a little fun. Every week his father would deposit the sum of money directly into his bank account. It wasn't much, but it was something, and Hiccup always managed to save a little bit of it. He just wished he had more.

He decided on the McDonalds. The line was massive as it always was, but Hiccup waited patiently. He decided on a Big Mac combo, and managed to get a table looking out onto the street. He ate slowly, savouring each bite of greasy goodness. After all, if he ate quickly he'd have to leave sooner. At least the food gave him something to pass the time. He managed to pull off sitting there till 2pm until he noticed the manager looking in his direction, and he decided that it was best to leave.

Walking south on 7th Avenue out of Times Square, Hiccup was startled by a car horn. He really shouldn't have been, he lived in New York after all, but this one was really close. He turned around to see a car zooming past a car stopped in the curb lane. Or at least Hiccup thought it was stopped. As soon as Hiccup started walking again the car slowly started driving, never passing him.

'Oh no way, not again,' Hiccup thought to himself while constantly glancing over his shoulder. 'Yup, AJD4961, it's the same car. Who the heck is this?'

Hiccup stopped walking and looked directly at the car. The windows were tinted black almost like a limo, so Hiccup couldn't see inside. The car had come to a stop when Hiccup had (much to the disdain of the other cars behind it), but now that Hiccup was officially staring it, it started moving again and took a right onto West 39th, where it stopped just around the corner, a couple of car lengths in.

Hiccup knew he had two options: he could keep walking and try to lose the car again, or he could go up to it and find out why they were following him. While the second option was dangerous, something told Hiccup that if he chose the first option the car would continue following him until he chose option two.

Against his better judgement, Hiccup turned down West 39th and cautiously approached the car. As he was approaching, he heard the groan of the window as it was slowly rolled down a crack and observed that the street was deserted except for himself and the car.

"Hiccup?" a voice asked from inside.

Hiccup could tell it was a male voice, but that's all he knew. He didn't believe he had ever heard the voice before; it didn't sound familiar to him.

Before Hiccup even had the chance to respond, another voice (female this time) came from within and said, "Of course it's him, now would you hurry up?"

"Okay fine, you take the fun out of everything," the first voice replied.

Hiccup barely had time to register what was going on before the door flew open, someone jumped out, a bag was thrown over his head and he was pulled into the car. The person moved so fast he didn't even have time to scream before he heard the door slam shut and felt the car start to move.

Hiccup didn't know what to do. He was internally freaking out but trying to remain as cool as possible on the outside. He didn't know if he should fight or stay still, scream or remain quiet. One thing he didn't have a choice of is listening to the other two people in the car.

"Would you take that bag off his head?" the female voice said.

"Why? It's more fun this way."

"How is it more fun?"

"It's more like in the movies!"

"Well this isn't a movie! And it just looks stupid."

"Why are you always so against my fun?"

"Just take the bag off him before I come back there and beat you into doing it."

"You couldn't beat me if you tried."

"You want to test that theory right this second? I won't stop and we could crash into the walls of the tunnel."

"Cool, carnage!"

"You'll be unconscious before you get to see any of it."

"Ugh, fine."

The bag was removed and Hiccup was temporarily blinded by the change of lighting. When his vision cleared, Hiccup took the chance to look around. They had exited the tunnel and were driving through what appeared be to Queens in the all-black car. The car was being driven by a skinny girl with long blonde hair, while the guy in the back seat with Hiccup appeared to be her twin. The girl was watching the road, but the guy was looking straight at Hiccup.

"Um, hi?" was all Hiccup could get out.

"Hey, no talking!" the male barked.

"Oh shut up Tuffnut!" the girl in the front snapped. "Hey, I'm Ruffnut, and that, unfortunately, is my brother Tuffnut. He has a need to be weird as you saw with the bag earlier."

"Hey! Do not!" Tuffnut retorted.

They were about to get into another argument, but Hiccup managed to at least delay them this time.

"Um, excuse me, but could you tell me what you want with me?" Hiccup asked.

It was Ruffnut who supplied the answer. "Us? Nothing. It's…our employer who wants to see you. We're just the delivery girls," she said with a smile.

"Yeah, what she said. Wait, what?" Tuffnut's expression had gone from a smirk to confusion in under a second.

Ruffnut started cracking up, but instead of another threat Tuffnut just gave her an unimpressed look.

"And what about the no theatrics thing, huh? I'm pretty sure that answer qualifies as stereotypical theatrics."

"Well in this case it's acceptable," Ruffnut responded. "We don't know how our employer wants to deal with Hiccup here, so we don't want to ruin anything. Nothing could have been ruined by getting him in a less stupid way."

"Getting me? Don't you mean kidnapping me?" Hiccup asked. But his question fell on deaf ears as Ruffnut and Tuffnut had gotten into another one of their arguments.

Hiccup just decided to give up on asking the two questions; they clearly weren't going to tell him anything. Instead he decided to try and figure things out in his head. Questions such as "who is their employer" and "how far out of the city are they taking me" went through his head. Then he started wondering if he managed to get the door open and jump, could he survive? Or if he didn't, how long would it take his father to even notice he was missing? Would he even care? Not liking where the thought process was going and not liking his odds of jumping at this speed, Hiccup decided to just sit back and see what would happen, or at least wait until they got off the freeway.

Next Update: On or before September 8

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