Hello everyone! Thank you for reading and I'm sorry this one is so short and not very interesting. I'm kinda having writers block right now :( so that's no fun. I'm very sorry this is getting boring but I swear, the next chapter is when stuff actually starts to happen and rise up to it's title.

If you have a chance do you mind reading the foot note, I just have to tell you guys some stuff. So I guess, if you want, take a peek at the end.

Like always, Comments, it keeps me going!

Stay remarkable (◕‿-)

~Mona

Work was kinda sucking today. If it was up to me, I would have stayed home again. Well I guess it was up to me to go to work too but that was a different side of me. The one who actually cared about stuff like work and being late.

Everything probably would have been bearable if it hadn't been for Astrid and Jack. They had been talking all day, he hadn't even been in the garage at all.

I walked into work today and found him sitting on top of her desk, a big smile on his face like he was telling some epic story. She was smiling along with him and when I walked in they barely even faltered, Astrid gave a little "hey hic" but that's all! And I bet she didn't even really care, it was just routine.

Even now I could hear them laughing. Probably talking about meeting Ana or something. There's no doubt that Astrid's going with Jack into the next town tomorrow. They seemed to be getting on with no troubles, taking a road trip wouldn't be at all bad.

If I didn't already know that neither of them liked their respective genders I would have presumed they were absolutely smitten with each other. Although, even with that knowledge, I can still feel the sickening flirtatiousness in the room.

Did I just loose two friends in a week. I think I might have.

Other than that though, work was fine. I kept my head in the hood of the car and left the world at the door when I walked in. Work was becoming the stress reliever that it was before Jack. And that was totally fine. Actually I encouraged it. It's time to make everything just like it was before Mr. Overland walked in and jumbled everything up.

I might have been a little detached but at least I wasn't at my wits end by the close of every single day. God he drove me crazy. They were both driving me crazy. Could they not talk so loud. I really don't need to know about the time when you and your ex-boy friend went in some crazy death trap car ride, Jack.

For the first time in a while I didn't have anyone to walk home with. Normally I'd have Astrid and lately I've had Jack but right now, since they're a little busy with each other, I am totally alone.

It's not that I don't like being alone but it's just that I really don't like being alone. For too long at least. When I'm alone I get lost in thought and when I get lost I start to think and when I think too much that always leads to worrying which leads to stress which will create a very unhappy Hiccup.

Astrid says I don't share, that I'm not open, and I guess I'm not as open as she'd like but I do share. Everyday when we would walk home together I would tell her everything that went through my mind while I was alone with my nose stuck in a carburetor

As I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't even notice that I had developed the very rare limp. I hadn't realized until I was reaching down to the separation between my real leg and the silicone covered bionic slab. It's hadn't really hurt since three years ago when the doctors declared that it had officially healed. Though every once in a while, normally on the worst of occasions, my leg would begin that shooting pain again and I would begin again with that limp that I was tortured for having through my first year of high school.

Each step I took, another shock would go up from where the stump of my knee was to my whole body. At the worst of times I would feel it all the way to my finger tips. But that was my life now. Mom couldn't be the only one being punished by the accident.

Thankfully, my house was only another minute or so away, so for those last steps I sucked it up and hoped I looked normal. I don't have time for people asking me about it. "Oh is it the memory of your mother" "are you remembering the accident", like no people! I'm not freaking Harry Potter. I'm just a guy whose missing a leg.

I hopped my the three front steps and the moment I opened the door I was knocked down by two huge paws and smothered in a big wet tongue.

"Toothless!" I shouted with glee. Not even caring if the neighbours heard. Heck they probably already knew that he had come home.

Toothless what my dog, I've had him since as long as I could remember.
There was this big puppy mill truck that was passing through Berk and it crashed. Let's just say a lot if little kids god the puppies they were wishing all their birthday candles on. Of course I took toothless. The largest and most unwanted of them all. But we got along just fine, and I've go to say, he's the best.

Sadly dad and I were a bit short on cash last year so he sent him away to a farm to be a sheep dog. He's been spending all his time there but I guess he's home now.

With all the strength I could muster I pushed him off.

"Why are you home bud? Eat a few chickens?" I joked, scratching behind his ears. He barked happily in response and bounded down the hall but my heart dropped at the sight.

His leg. It was missing. Where his back leg should have been was just some pink wrapping and then nothing.

"Tooth!"

He turned back to me and cocked his head to the side as if it shouldn't have been a shock that my best friends leg was gone.

"Oh god tooth, what happened" I wailed.

"Dad, what happened" I yelled out into nothing. Or so I thought. He walked out from the kitchen. He'd been home this whole time and he didn't even think to tell me. Or maybe even call me at work. Warn me or something!

"Oh uh-hello Hiccup" he greeted nonchalantly.

"No dad, don't even play any of this. What happened?"

He cleared his throat. "It was nothing, you don't have to worry. He got into a little fight and he got shot"

Shot? I felt my throat close up and my body stiffen. I pulled Toothless who had wandered back to my side, closer to me.

My brain was going a mile a minute and had billions of questions and yet my mouth didn't let out a word. I couldn't even find my voice.

With a silent nod I headed to the stairs and up to my room, with Toothless by my side.

I couldn't even cry. I couldn't even find any more sadness in me. I couldn't find anything in me. I was feeling just like I did on the day of the accident. Like nothing. They took it all out of me. Jack and dad and Toothless.

With out another thought, I flopped down onto my bed. Tooth jumped up beside me and licked my cheek again as if saying "hey friend, it's all gonna be okay" I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned my forehead on his, "you're right bud, we're in this together now." He might not have been able to speak but be could speak to me. We always had a connection. It's like I could read his eyes. And he could read my mind.

The rest of the night, it was just me and tooth. We watched movies and listened to music and just talked. Well, I talked most of the time but I know he was listening to every word. I think that's the best part about having an animal. They don't care who you are or where you're from or what you've done in life, as long as you love them, they'll love you back. And further more, the best part about dogs is that they're so eager to please. When all the world just wants to watch you crumble and burn, your dog will be sitting there doing tricks and licking your face with their tail going a mile a minute. They just want to love you and see you happy. That's why I can honestly say I love tooth more than anyone else in my life, other than mom. More that dad or astrid or jack- wait I mean he means more to, or I guess- actually never mind. I don't even know why I said Jack's name. But anyways, I love Toothless more that anyone else. He's my bud and I'm his boy.

Eventually we both fell asleep and it was honestly one of the best sleeps I've ever had. The feeling of a warm loving body laying next to me and not planning on going anywhere anytime soon was incredibly comforting. Toothless was incredibly comforting. All this time without my best friend and I never noticed how much he affected my life. How much he calmed me and understood me and just made me an all round happier person.

I didn't even need Jack or Astrid or anyone even. My best friend's back and he's all I need. At least he won't go around calling me an up-tight, antisocial, messed up boy with issues who needs come medical help to get his shit back together. But that's the thing. I've never had my shit together. I've always been a little off, a bit uptight, antisocial and yes even a little messed up. People seem to forget; that's just the way I am, they always want to pin it to a reason. Why am I so weird? Because my mom died? No, my mom died because I was weird. That's just me.
Sure, kinda sucks. Ya, I wish I could just walk up to people and talk to them but I can't. So just accept it!

My jumble of thoughts were calmed when toothless nuzzled his face further into the crook of my neck. His eyes were still closed and his breathing was still steady, but yet some how he knew. He always knows. He always accepts it.

I pulled him closer and kissed his forehead, "It's just you and me buddy"

Okay, so I just wanted to explain some things.

You might have started to notice that Hiccup is a little "not right in the head" Not that he's going mad or anything, he just thinks a little differently. He's like Charlie from Perks of Being a Wallflower.

So ya, I just wanted to clear that up a little, just in case.
There's a lot of me in my Hiccup so please bare with me and him if it gets a little confusing. Everything always lays out flat and clear in the end (◑‿◐)

Thank you again, lots of Loves.