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I finally rewrote this chapter and made it less depressive.
I really hope you like this part! I left some passages and concepts but most of the storylines are completely changed. Initially I planned to write a drama/romance story but I recently found out that I suck at writing dramas. :D So, the genres are romance/humor now.
Well, enjoy! :)
Chapter 1
Two years passed and one little curious black cat with emerald eyes shining with joy became a grown up cat with long white whiskers and cute pink nose that he was poling into human's affairs all the time. As the time passed and he faced some difficulties during the journey those humans called life, the cat became careful, sly and watchful but he still remained wilful, smart and kind and never lost hope to find the boy that gave him his name.
Toothless was sitting on the street litter bin licking his fur clean waiting for the remnants of food to be delivered. Today was Thursday, the fish day, and the cat was looking forward to regaling himself with his favourite dish.
Suddenly the doors of the back entrance opened and Toothless hurried to hide himself behind the trash can. To his surprise that was a skinny blond girl with light blue eyes who appeared in the doorway and she was not holding in her hands anything that reminded him of fish.
"Damn! They found us!" another blond girl grumbled stepping out of the building.
"Those paparazzi are especially pushy today! Ruff, I don't understand what happened!" the first girl complained pressing her back against the brick wall of the restaurant and crossing her hands on her chest.
"That must be your dragon movie" Ruby Thorston explained looking at her famous friend not understanding why such a popular girl refused to admit her fame.
"Yeah, probably. I mean, what else could it be?" Astrid pushed her bangs off her face to scratch her forehead.
"What else? You are Astrid Hofferson! A movie star who…" Ruby had a touching speech to present, but all of a sudden her friend's attention was called by another thing.
"What the?.." the girl came to the trash can of the top of which was a fresh magazine with two faces smiling from the front page. The first one belonged to Astrid and the second was Scott Jorgenson's.
The girl's eyes widened when she read the headline. The stars of the upcoming "How to Train Your Dragon" movie finally did IT.
She opened the magazine to read the following:
We met Scott Jorgenson in a cosy restaurant on the skirts of the town. He is dressed in black jeans and light-coloured T-shirt matching his eyes. He orders a cup of coffee and flashes a shy smile at me which is a sign that he is ready to answer our questions.
We: Scott, you are only sixteen but every single person in our country knows your name! What is the secret of your success?
Scott: I'm just an ordinary guy who appeared in the right place in the right time. Seriously, I'm just a very, very lucky guy who is filming in the veery successful movies.
We: We know that you recently joined the cast of How to Train Your Dragon. Tell us about the movie, we are waiting eagerly for some spoilers!
Scott: It will be awesome! I swear you will love it! Just imagine, a girl fighting dragons and a boy that brings down the scariest and deadliest monster in the whole world. And after the death of that dragon a war between two worlds is proclaimed.
We: Wow! That must be fantastic!
Scott: And, by the way, visual effects deserve special mentioning. I did not even know that computes are capable of such things! They prod you with a green stick and after several computer manipulations that stick becomes a dragon! Hilarious!
We: Can't wait to see it! Tell us about your partner, Astrid Hofferson. Did you get on with each other? She will be your screen girlfriend. But there are rumors that you are already dating in real life!
Scott: First time we met several years ago and that was the love from the first sight! But neither of us wanted to admit it. Shy teens, you know! We shared one screen kiss and separated for two years! But now… Oh, I shouldn't tell you but… No, she will kill me!
We: Please, tell us, your fans will be excited!
Scott: Everything I can tell you is that our relationship is progressing and we don't confine ourselves only to kissing.
"I'll kill him!" Astrid angrily closed the newspaper with one abrupt movement.
"Oh, shit!" Ruffnut exhaled loudly raising herself on tiptoes to read the headline from behind her friend's shoulder. "What the hell? Why didn't you tell me you were dating Snotlout?"
"Why didn't anyone tell me?" Astrid tore and creased the sheey with Scott's smug face on it and threw it away, her mood was spoiled once and for all because of one dark haired jerk.
Last two years were the toughest in Astrid's life. The young movie stars' life reminded an endless circle: home - breakfast - shooting - interview - dinner - filming - gym - another shooting or interview - supper - home. Astrid loved her job but was extremely exhausted, and crowds of paparazzi were only aggravating the situation as they never let her relax and be herself.
Astrid was attending a psychologist after she witnessed the car accident, because her mother insisted she should do that. Though she quit in several months after persuading her parents that she was absolutely fine. But in actual fact she was not. She hated when someone tried to interrogate her memory and emotions. She preferred to suffer alone blaming herself for kissing the boy with unforgettable green eyes and running away right after that.
Every single day she woke up to realize that that was still her fault that the boy was hit by the car and spent several weeks in coma. She wished she never went to that boutique. She wished she never left that fitting room. She wished she never kissed him. And most of all she wished she never ran away.
She learned from Ruffnut that he was her classmate, that his real name was Harvey but everybody called him Hiccup because he often hiccupped. But she never dared to come to their school and say sorry. She did not know how to look the boy in the eyes and stay imperturbable, cold-blooded Astrid Hofferson.
And that Scott only made everything worse, bothering the girl with his silly jokes and clear hints that he would be glad to spent some time with her… alone. And now THAT!
The girls left the place and Toothless came out of his shelter to continue licking his black fur waiting for his breakfast and purring. Unlike the blondes he was quite content.
Hiccup looked down at his missing leg and gave a deep sigh. Two years after the accident he still did not accept it. His left leg was gone forever and he knew he would never put up with that fact.
From time to time he was staring at it trying to figure out whether that was the kind of scars that girls cared for, but the answer that always came to his mind was no. The loss of the leg deprived Hiccup of any chance to find a girlfriend. He was sure it did. The thought of letting a girl see his stump made the boy sick. Needless to say he will never show it to the one he had a serious crush on. Astrid Hofferson. Girls like her do not fall for cripples. They prefer athletic, muscular handsome misters charming.
Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night to scratch his bad leg but his fingers found only empty itching space between the bed sheets and the stump, and each time he prayed god so that he made somebody look for his freaking missing part and scratch it to his heart's content.
He came to his senses in a hospital room two weeks after the accident. At first, Hiccup was terrified that he would become a burden to his father, but the healing process did not take long and two months after the amputation he had his feet… foot on the ground.
His post-discharge adjustment was rather challenging, but nothing could compare to his mental depression. Now that he lost his leg any success in sport was out of the question. His motor coordination left much to be desired when he had all limbs. Thus, Hiccup got more engrossed with science and even started to draw but he never showed his drawings to anyone.
From time to time he had nightmares about Astrid sitting next to him and asking for permission to see it. His leg. Hiccup would look down to find out he got pantsed and then he would look up to see the girl wincing her cute little nose in disgust as his ugly stump came into view.
Her face was the last thing the teen saw before he was hit by the car. He did not know what exactly happened that day after he fell unconscious, but remembered what happened before, and his mind never stopped replaying the events in his memory. Sometimes he thought about her crying, sometimes dreamed about her running to him and pressing her soft lips against his in that unforgettable kiss, and sometimes he thought that their kiss was only a creation of his brain.
Shaking unpleasant thoughts out of his head Hiccup put on his favourite jeans to hide the hateful artificial limb and went downstairs to wolf down a bowl of cereal. The boy was as hungry as a hunter.
"Where are you?" Hiccup whispered to himself raising himself on tiptoes to look for the last helping of cereal.
"Morning, son!" Stoick roared unexpectedly causing Hiccup to jump out of his skin and hit his head against the shelf. The man sounded much more inspired than his boy.
"Ouch! Oh… Dad! Hi!" the teen stammered rubbing the back of his head to remit the pain. He took a bowl and found a bottle of milk in the fridge to complete his dish.
Stoick stooped to peer at his son's face.
"You have bristle hair?" the man exclaimed proudly.
"Oh Da-ad! Please!" the teen involuntarily raised his hand to screen his jaw from his father's gaze. Hiccup started shaving lone hairs that appeared on his chin almost a year ago, but recently their amount increased and the bristle became more or less visible.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of! My little boy's becoming a man!" Stoick beamed with happiness. "Son, do we… I… Do you need a talk… to talk to me… about… puberty?" the beefy man's face became several shades redder.
"Sure, what do you want to know?" Hiccup tried to jest and then laughed nervously having absolutely no desire to continue the conversation that made all his blood rush to his cheeks.
"What?" Stoick blinked looking at his son suspiciously. During the awkward son-dad talks his sense of humor, for some reason, was nowhere to be found.
"That was a joke" Hiccup's face was a new shade of red. "No" the boy shook his head. "I don't… We don't have to talk"
"Are you sure?" Stoick screwed up his eyes taking a sip of coffee.
"Oh, please, dad, that's really awkward! If I need a lecture on this subject I may google it!" the boy stared at the flakes floating in the milk. Those heart-to-heart talks with his dad were a real torture.
"You may google it. Right" Stoick agreed feeling relieved that he would not have to give his son a lecture on the male reproductive system.
Hiccup nodded feeling even more relieved than his father, though the boy knew that he actually needed the 'let's talk about girls' conversation.
"Another embarrassing talk with your dad?" Fishlegs looked at his best friend trying to read his mind. The guys were sitting in the cafeteria during the lunch break. Hiccup was immersed in thoughts, Fishlegs was bored and Heather was reading a magazine. She was the only girl the boys dared to be friends with, and being absolutely unpopular she willingly shared the table with them.
"Uh-huh!" Hiccup sighed dramatically.
"What happened now?" Fishlegs asked twisting a bottle of cola in his hands.
"Shaving issues" the second boy snorted.
"You are shaving?" Fishlegs became curious. "I don't" he rubbed his chin covered with lone blond hairs. At least Hiccup was not the last person who hit puberty in their school. "Though I have two on my chest! Do you want to see them?" Fishlegs exclaimed.
"Gosh! NO! Legs! Ough! My life will never be the same!" Hiccup grumbled and two teens burst into laughing.
"Girls think it's hot!" Fishlegs protested wiping the tears caused by laughter. "Right Heather? Heather?"
"Heather?"
"Um?" their classmate mumbled chewing her sandwich. She was attentively reading a girl's magazine and did not pay much attention to her friends.
"Oh! I got it" Fishlegs smiled at Hiccup slyly. "Scott Jorgenson's new interview!"
"Shut up! He is hot!" Heather grumbled friendly.
Hiccup saw Scott's and Astrid's faces on the front page and wondered where the girl had bought that magazine, because he needed one, too. He looked down and his heart sank. Hiccup calmed down a little persuading himself that they always distort the facts in the headlines to make them eye catching.
"Oh. My. God!" the girl suddenly exclaimed.
"What happened?" Fishlegs became curious, because Heather was not a girl who would exclaim something without any reason.
"Scott Jorgenson slept with Astrid Hofferson!" she did not even realize how painful it was for Hiccup to hear that.
"A-are you sh-shure?" the boy's voice trembled.
That was not possible. No.
"That's not a yellow press, Harvey" Heather was one of the guys who did not call him Hiccup. "If they write something, it is true"
Yes. They did it. They had sex. Astrid and Scott. Astrid Hofferson and Scott Jorgenson. Had sex. The girl he was in love with and his stupid cousin who hated Hiccup's guts with all his heart.
Hiccup and Scott were the kind of cousins that met once a year on the Christmas Eve, they wore those embarrassing sweaters their grandmother had knitted for them and could hardly stood their relatives patting their cheeks and telling them how tall and handsome they became. Grandma would definitely ask the boys if such adorable young men had girlfriends and that question would make Hiccup's cheeks burn as his negative answer is always the same. Then the boys would promise to forget about those humiliating moments of their lives and would not see each other till next Christmas.
Scott and Astrid had sex. Hiccup was extremely jealous after he learned that the guy Astrid had to kiss two years ago was his cousin, but he cooled down soon after they stopped filming in the same TV series, and moreover, Astrid said that she did not want to kiss him. But now they were together and the only thing Hiccup managed to do in the sphere of romance was that almost accidental peck on lips.
"I'd better go home" Hiccup muttered standing up and feeling unusually sick. "I don't feel well. I… yeah…"
"That's because of his dad" Fishlegs told Heather glazing at Hiccup leaving the cafeteria.
His legs were shaky and his palms were sweaty. He never felt that bad in his entire life. The boy put on his earphones and turned the volume up trying to muffle those awful thoughts creeping in his head.
Hiccup went to a shop to buy a heap of junk food to soothe himself and get at least a little bit distracted.
"Seven fifty" the cashier said.
"It's five thirty!" the boy protested pointing at the price tags.
"Seven fifty" the man repeated shrugging with indifference.
"Seven fifty" Hiccup laughed hysterically. "Seven thirty! It happens! One day you lose your leg, the other day you find out that the girl of your dreams is sleeping with someone else and you pay seven fifty instead of fife thirty because one idiot confused the information in the data base!" the boy yelled finally giving money to the cashier. "Oof… Sorry! I didn't want to offend you" Hiccup realized that he lost his temper and let himself be extremely rude which was absolutely unlike him.
After he mentioned that he lost one of his limbs a man in sunglasses standing aside took an interest in him, and on his way to the exit the boy with slightly reddish hair was stopped by that very man.
"Excuse me?" he showed his Hollywood smile to Hiccup.
"Yeah?" the boy paused still annoyed.
"My name is Dean. I'm a movie director. Have you ever thought about becoming an actor?"
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