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Hey guys! My WiFi is finally working properly, so I can now update it through my laptop. In all honesty, I was getting sick and tired of trying to type good quality chapters by phone. It's just so much more time consuming and stressful! So anyway, without further ado, I bring to you guys the third chapter. But first, I would like to respond to my first reviewer.

Avatardragontrainer- I'm actually excited about that as well. I'm glad that you're enjoying the story so far. I promise it will start to pick up speed once toothless gets shot down.

Anyway, enough blabbering, time to get on with the chapter.

"Human speech"

Human thought

"Dragon speech"

Dragon thought

It was a quiet, yet peaceful day in the woods. The birds were chirping, the sun was high in the sky, and the wind was gentle. No man in sight, except for a young 15-year-old boy. A boy named Oscar, who was currently sitting against the outer wall of a cave near the mountainside, using a stick to draw his surroundings in the dirt. He sighs as he finishes up drawing what seems to be a picture of his village.

He would always come out here, to this exact same spot. He mainly came here to avoid the bullies in his village. This was his escape, the spot where he lets his mind unwind, the spot where he feels most at peace, the spot where…his parents met, and unfortunately the last spot his parents were together.

"Before we could have a chance to escape, they tied my wings down with bolas and rushed me, two men grabbing your mother. They hauled us back to the village to tell the current chief at the time, all that they saw." Oscar still remembers the story that his father told him when he was only six. It absolutely broke his heart, and it still does to this day. Ever since then, he would always visit this spot every day, in memory of his mother, in what could have been easily prevented.

He did everything in this cave. He ate here, drew here, talked to his mother beyond the grave. Sometimes he would bring a heavy fur blanket and sleep there, imagining that his mother was keeping him warm. Other times he would switch to his dragon form only to use his wings to hug himself, just to see what it might feel like to be hugged or held close by someone else, imagining that it was his mother wrapping him in a motherly embrace.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of flapping wings. He looks up to see that it was his father, a yellow-eyed night fury with a scar near his left eye, and a dragon-shaped birthmark on his underbelly.

Oscar has visited this same spot so many times that it has become some kind of secret hideout for both him and his father. Once, while passing over the village to head back to the nest at the demand of the queen, he spotted Oscar by the same cave with his advanced eyesight. Assuming that he developed the same habit of escaping out here just like his mother, he decided to spare some time to pay him a visit although the visits were usually very rare. It was very secluded, and hardly anyone ever comes by here anyway. Of course, that doesn't necessarily mean that there aren't any risks. That's why they've set scenarios for if someone were to ever come near. Both of them would strain their ears every so often, and if they were to hear anything, Oscar would go out to distract while his father would make his getaway. It has worked a couple of times, and no one's suspected a thing.

Oscar pushes himself up off the cave wall as his father lands. Once the night fury touches down, Oscar runs up to him and wraps him in a fairly tight hug, enough to make even the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself choke.

"Pa, it's been nearly a year since last I saw you! I thought something bad happened." Oscar refuses to let go, not wanting to lose any type of physical attention after being completely alone for nearly a year. Unfortunately, the poor night fury doesn't necessarily feel the same right now.

"Son, can't, breath..," the night fury wheezes out, unsuccessfully trying to pull his head away. Instantly realizing his mistake, Oscar lets go of his father's neck, stepping back a step.

"Oh, sorry Pa, it's just that I haven't seen you for so long, hehe," Oscar apologizes awkwardly. Once the night fury regains his air, he nuzzles into Oscar's middle, Oscar stroking his chin in response, causing him to purr.

"It's alright, I guess I kinda deserve some kind of punishment for making you wait so long," the dragon says with a slight chuckle as he walks toward the entrance of the cave. He sits down and motions for Oscar to follow, which his son does, leaning against the cave wall next to him. "In all honesty, I've kept thinking about you. I've been thinking long and hard, and….," he takes a deep breath, unsure of what he's about to say. Oscar, already knowing that this was gonna be a tense conversation, allows himself to slide down the wall that he was leaning on, settling into a sitting position. With a sigh, he finally gives in. "How would you like to live the rest of your life as a dragon, and come with me?" Before Oscar could say anything, the night fury hurries to continue. "I mean, this village that you live in mistreats you anyway. If you were to leave it all behind, you will be completely free! There's nowhere you can't go, nobody that you have to listen to, you can live your life how you want, as you want. So, what do you say?" Oscar sighs, shaking his head slightly. He remembers having this same conversation with his father way back when he was six. So many things have changed then. He gained a few decent friends, became gifted in combat, and has managed to put on some lean muscle. He's even managed to successfully help his tribe in defending against Viking raids for plunder. Despite all this, he still would never harm a dragon. And by his tribe's standards, that's enough to deem him not a Viking.

"Look Pa, we've already had this conversation before, and you said it would be too dangerous for me, remember? And by the way, things have changed ever since 8 years ago. I actually have a few friends that I really care about, I've recently started picking up blacksmithing, I even help defend this village against Vikings." Oscar sighs, before continuing. "Sure, I might not receive the best treatment by them, but that doesn't mean I absolutely hate them. Besides, you're not completely free as a dragon, you take orders from a fat grouch." That caused the dragon to chuckle for all but a second before his face then turned serious and stern.

"Well, the queen is only a problem if you don't bring her enough food, and me being the only night fury, I'm too valuable to be disposed of anyway! And the same would apply for you if you were to join me." He shakes his head frustration, letting out an irritated grunt. "Gods, I thought that you'd be ecstatic to leave with me, why are you acting like this?"

Oscar sighs in response, getting agitated by his father. How is it that his father, who is hardly ever there, who doesn't even understand what Oscar's personal life is really like, who doesn't know what lies within the confines of his mind, just show up to try and demand that he makes life choices for him? And to scold him when he doesn't get an answer that he likes? Oscar couldn't help but let out a threatening growl, which causes the dragon to stand up in shock, not ever hearing such a sound come from Oscar.

"You don't even know what really goes on in my life, and you just show up to practically try to force me to leave my tribe behind?! To, to leave my people?" This only served to agitate the dragon more.

"Your people?! They don't even respect you, don't even treat you like their own! You have no place among them." Oscar scowls and stands up now so that he's looking down on his father. This causes the dragon to coward slightly, lowering his head slightly. He would never expect for his own son to raise a hand to him, however, he also knows that Oscar has been raised by a village of dragon hating Vikings, and on top of that, obviously carries a lot of stress on his shoulders daily. He fears that maybe he's pushed him too far. However, he instead receives an answer that's even more shocking than a smack from his own son.

Oscar just glares at him, practically sneering. "No place amongst them? I'm gonna be their chief." Upon hearing those words, the dragon had to take a seat, to try to process that bit of information. With his brows furrowed in confusion, he asks him,

"Wh-what do you mean by that?" Oscar sighs and sits beside him, rubbing his side as he takes a deep breath.

"Well, the chief has decided to pick me as his heir." That bit of information has only seemed to confuse the dragon more. He couldn't possibly comprehend how there could be such a shift in the conversation. So, Oscar continued. "He doesn't necessarily trust his son, because he's a knucklehead, and he doesn't like any of the other teens. He doesn't want to look for any random warrior either, because he wants his successor to be someone young, someone, who could lead for generations, so he chose me. He even said that he'd teach me to read." That was some unexpected news that the dragon wasn't prepared for. Never in a million years could he have ever guessed that his son could be a leader among Man. That actually concerned him, because he understands how killing a dragon is pretty much a right to passage among Vikings. He shakes his head, placing a paw on Oscar's shoulder.

"Son, you don't have to feel obligated to lead them. This isn't your destiny." Oscar just shies away from his paw, brushing it off. He turns his head up to look at his father in the eyes.

"But what if it is? What if it's my destiny to change these people?" Oscar sighs before continuing. "When I become the new chief, I'll do everything I can to convince them that dragons aren't what they think they are. I'll change their minds and bring peace." The dragon shakes his head, fearing for what his son is saying.

"The minds of Vikings can't be changed!" he yells in a desperate plea. He nuzzles Oscar, hoping to change his mind any way he can. "Please Oscar, don't do this. They'd tear you apart, you'd wage war against yourself. Please, please come with me." Oscar looks down at the ground, refusing to look into his father's pleading eyes. He has made up his mind, and it won't be changed.

"I'm sorry, but my mind is made up." He stands up, wrapping his father in a hug, pressing his forehead against his. "I know that Vikings can be stubborn, but everyone is capable of change. I'll try all I can to get through to them, even if it kills me." His father leans into the touch, licking Oscar on the cheek. He really doesn't want his son to go through with his plan, but he knows it's no use trying to change his mind either.

"Just…just be safe." That was all that he could say. Oscar nods and they both take a seat by the cave entrance, the dragon curling up around the teen. Oscar sighs, thinking of something else to say to try to break the tension.

"So, with all that emotional stuff out the way, anything else you'd like to talk about, maybe do?" An awkward silence followed soon after, the dragon not really knowing what to do. He came over to hopefully convince his son to leave with him, and that totally failed. And by the looks of it, he's not changing his son's mind anytime soon. So, the two of them just sat there leaned against each other, enjoying each other's company. Until the dragon paid attention to the drawing Oscar made that he got an idea for a topic he'd like to talk about.

"Please tell me, why is it that you're an outcast anyway? I mean, runts are usually outcast, and you're the complete opposite. You know how to fight, you contribute to your village whenever you can, and you have the body of a warrior." Oscar looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Well, a lean warrior." Oscar smiled at that. He was always one to take care of himself. Although he always prioritized packing on decent muscle mass so he'd be able to take on tougher jobs, he didn't like the idea of having excess fat on him either. There were some studies suggesting health risks with too much fat, but they usually went ignored. So, he experimented with different food combinations to decide what worked best for his training style, and his hard work paid off.

"Well..," Oscar begins explaining, listing potential reasons off his hands. "Everybody in the village believes in multiple gods, while I believe that there may only be one. It just doesn't make sense how there can be so many gods out there. If they're all that powerful, would you only need one? That might be one of the biggest reasons. Also, there's the obvious fact that I would never kill a dragon. I don't like socializing with others, so some assume I'm weird, or just outright disrespectful. And, many people actually believe that I am a runt just because I'm not as fat as the rest of them. Apparently, I need to jeopardize the view of my toes in order to get accepted." That causes his father to chuckle. Oscar sighs, before adding at the end, "who my mother was also doesn't help." His father sighs at that. He has never fully recovered since Aasta's death. Oscar hasn't fared much better. In an attempt to brighten the mood, the dragon gets up, causing Oscar to fall to the ground. Before he could give any protest, the dragon roughly pushed him back to the ground as he was pushing himself back up, before running off with a skip in his step.

"Wh-what the, what was that for?!," Oscar yells in protest as he pushes himself back up. But as he stands back up, a tail sweeps his legs as his father runs past him.

"Catch me if you can~" His father calls out playfully. With a smirk now on his face, Oscar bounds after his father, at least happy that he gets to play with him.

And play they did. They spent the next few hours occupying each other with playful activities. However, Unbeknownst to the two, a few Vikings have stumbled upon the two and noticed the two of them playing around for a few minutes, before storming off back to the village.

A few hours later, Oscar had finally decided that it was about time for him to go back to the village. His father decided that he would spend the night in the cave. Oscar agreed, promising to return later that night to provide him with a lot of fish. Haddock was by far his favorite.

As Oscar made it to the village, he decided to head to the mead hall for a bite to eat. After that, he'd smuggle some fish. However, as he walked through the village, he was getting a bunch of dirty looks from villagers. He usually got them, so he was used to them, but something seemed...different. He decided that he'd just ask the chief about it. He should be at the mead hall anyway.

When he finally stepped through the doors, he was met with instant silence. All the usual chatter has suddenly ceased as all eyes shifted toward him. Now he instantly knew something was wrong because everyone would always ignore his presence. Keeping his head down out of force of habit, he headed to the line for food. That was when he heard a loud voice screaming for him.

"OSCAR, GET OVER HERE! I NEED TO HAVE A WORD WITH YOU!" He glances over to where the voice was coming from, to see the chief of the tribe standing right by the huge double doors to the mead hall. The chief was a big, burly man with a blonde beard. He wore a furious expression on his face, one that gave Oscar chills. He never really had a hard time with him, but right now it was different. The chief storms into the hall, slamming the doors behind him. He gets to the middle of the hall, all eyes now shifting between him and Oscar, who has gone pale with fear.

"WHAT IS THIS I HEAR ABOUT YOU BECOMING FRIENDS WITH THE ENEMY?!" That alone made his heart catch in his throat. So they have been witnessed? This obviously can't be good regardless, he's gonna try his best to B.S. his way out of this one.

"Uh...I, I don't know what you're talking about." Oscar stammers, not knowing what to do in this situation. The chief started stomping toward Oscar, an infuriated scowl on his face. "I, I haven't done anything! I've only been-" but Oscar gets cut off with a backhand to the face, causing him to fall over hard, smacking his head against a table, dazing him.

"DON'T YOU DARE LIE TO ME BOY! MY SON HAS WITNESSED YOU PLAYING WITH THAT DRAGON, AND ALTHOUGH HE CAN'T RECALL EXACTLY WHERE YOU WERE BECAUSE HE'S AN IDIOT, I AT LEAST CAN TELL WHETHER OR NOT HE'S LYING, SO WHERE'S THAT DRAGON!" Despite the searing pain going through his head right now, as well as the fear of what's going to happen next, Oscar stays strong and refuses to speak. Seeing that Oscar won't reveal the dragon's location, he orders two Vikings to bring him to the dungeon.

Oscar tries to fight back and wriggle free, but it was no use. The two Vikings holding him were too overpowering. The only thing that he can do is pray that they don't find his father.

Six hours. It's been seven hours since Oscar was thrown into the dungeon. He was imprisoned at roughly 1:30, and now it's approximately 7. He's hungry, he's bruised, and cold. The guards that took him here took it upon themselves to beat him to a bloody pulp. There is no doubt that they've broken a few ribs. Regardless, he's gonna stay strong and keep his mouth shut, even if it kills him.

He can hear footsteps coming down the stairs leading to the dungeon. He puts on a brave face and sits up. He knows that most likely the chief has decided what to do with him. He is terrified beyond all belief, yet he refuses to squeal to these barbarians.

After an agonizingly long minute, he hears his dungeon gate open as a stocky guard walks in, accompanied by another guard behind him. Not wanting to cause any more conflict, and wanting to get whatever punishment that's in store for him over with, he stands up and lets the guards escort him out of the dungeon.

As they are walking out of the dungeon halls, the guard that was holding him suddenly stops. He turns Oscar around to face him, then punches him hard in the stomach. Oscar drops to his knees in pain, vomiting what few contents that his stomach contained. After emptying out his contents, he glares up at the guard, spitting the vomit on his saliva at him. This results in him getting backhanded by the guard, sending him to the floor.

"Get up! Keep on moving!" Oscar sighs, forcing himself up, before being roughly grabbed by his arm and ushered through the doors to the dungeon.

They walked through the village as villagers started throwing things at him, some even spitting on him. He tried the best he can to keep his cool, not wanting to get beaten down again. After several minutes of walking, they arrived at the arena, a whipping post set up in the center.

Once, they reached the gate, Oscar tensed up, stopping in his tracks. He tried to run away but was grabbed by the second guard. The two men then dragged him to the post, tying his hands to the post so that he couldn't escape. He tried with all his might to break free but tried as he could, he wasn't able to. The ropes were just too strong.

"Oscar No Last Name," came a voice from the arena stands, the voice coming from the chief. All around him up above were a bunch of Vikings, all eager to see the whipping take place, some even yelling out words like "traitor" and "devil."

"For your betrayal to our tribe, and the refusal to provide information demanded of you, your punishment will be whipping! You will get 100 lashes, of course, if you decide to give in, we can end your punishment early, and be exiled instead! Your choice!" Somebody approaches Oscar's side, picking up a whip that's right next to the post. Oscar stays shut, not even daring to look at the chief. The chief sighs in frustration, before nodding to the whipper. "Very well, you may continue with punishment." At that, the whipper eagerly brought the whip down hard to Oscar's back. Oscar tensed, gritting his teeth, but refused to yell. This continued, every hit becoming more painful than the last. Ever time he got whipped over the same spot, he would let out a muffled scream, as he would bite on his arm just to keep the volume down. The last thing that he wanted was for his father to get killed trying to save him.

One lash turned to five. Five turned to twenty. At some point he lost count, only focussing on keeping his eyes screwed shut and fighting the pain. However, at some point, the whipper stopped, not lashing him for a few minutes. Thinking that he was finally done, he took the time to recover, allowing his own breath to even out, taking in some much-needed air as he pants. When suddenly, the guy lashes him the hardest he possibly could. Oscar then lets out an agonizing scream, unable to hold anything back any longer. He screams and screams until his lungs run to die, then croaks out whatever energy he has left. That was when all you could hear was a high pitched, shrieking sound, getting louder and louder. That was the trademark sound of the-

"NIGHT FURY, GET DOWN!," several Vikings in the stands yelled, as they duck for cover, holding their shields up. That was when a plasma blast blew a hole in the arena cage. A night fury leaps through the cage, ripping out the whipper's throat, and running to the aid of Oscar. He cuts through the ropes, which causes Oscar to fall to the ground, his eyes dazed.

The night fury croons to him in worry, before Vikings start pooling into the arena, weapons in hand. The dragon gets on the defensive, taking the Vikings on, killing any who got too close to Oscar. Unfortunately, his luck ran out as he was surrounded, pinned down by about ten Vikings.

Oscar played on the floor, coughing and wheezing in a pool of his own blood as he tried desperately to get off the floor. However, the pain was too much for him. He could only watch as his father was pinned down by a bunch of Vikings, nothing in his power to stop them.

The chief, who recovered from his shock, has grabbed an ax from one of the fallen Vikings and started moving towards the dragon. Oscar, seeing this, started making a greater effort in getting up, managing to push himself off the ground, only to fall back down. That was when the chief motioned for the Vikings to make sure the night fury's head was open for a clean strike, which they happily obliged. As the chief started to raise his ax, Oscar felt this burning fire inside of him. Unsure if it was desperation or adrenaline, it didn't matter, all that mattered was saving his father. Oscar jumped up on his feet, forgetting all about the pain, and ran over to the man, grabbing the whip that his tormentor dropped. Once he was close enough, he lashed the whip hard at that chief's face, causing him to recoil in pain, falling to the ground. Oscar kept whipping him multiple times until he finally dropped his ax. Oscar then picked the ax up, preparing to strike. The chief brought his hand up to try to beg for mercy, but it was no use. Oscar brought the ax down hard, cutting through his hand, breaking his helmet, and splitting his head open.

Upon impact, the chief's body went stiff, before falling to the ground. It took a few seconds for Oscar to finally come to his senses. He just killed somebody, his chief of all people. He has never killed somebody before, and he doesn't know how to feel about it. However, there is no time to dwell on it.

The chief's death has shocked every Viking present, so much that this allowed an opening for the dragon to break free from his captors. Once he took care of them, he rushed to Oscar to check upon him. Oscar snapped back to his senses when the dragon approached him, now aware of the problem they're still in. He tries to urge the dragon to leave, however, the dragon won't have any of it. The argument between the two seemed to have escalated shortly after the night fury fired a burst at the entrance to the arena just as more Vikings were running in. He whips around and tail smacks Oscar to the ground. Finally getting the message, Oscar agrees to allow the night fury to help him. He grabs a sword off the ground from one of the fallen soldiers and runs to the entrance of the arena, shoving the sword through the face of a Viking that got in his way.

Oscar and the night fury both run through the center of the village, dodging and weaving anyone who got in his way, while the dragon covered for him. He runs into one of the shops, a clothing shop, where he steals a few extra changes of clothes, before putting it in a bag. After, he then heads to a nearby hut, an infirmary, where he steals all the medical supplies as he can, anything that could be used to close and heal his wounds. Once he had all the supplies that he'd need, he ran out to look for a good area where he could transform and make his getaway. He then had an idea, go off a cliff! The perfect moment to transform and make his getaway. Fortunately, there was a cliff ledge several yards from the village. He calls out to the night fury.

"Hey, we need to go off a cliff!" He screams in Norse, not caring to try to speak the dragon's language right now. The dragon, who currently has blood all over his muzzle, quickly approaches the boy. The two run off toward the nearby cliffside.

"Great thinking son! By the way, your people taste disgusting!" Oscar looked at the dragon in shock at that.

"Wait, you were eating them!" The dragon only shrugs in response, not seeming to see what's the problem.

"What? You've never got me my fish." Oscar would've rolled his eyes if now was a better time. However, he just decided to continue running off for the cliffside, the dragon following behind him. That was when Oscar heard something he didn't want to hear, and that was a high pitched yelp from the dragon.

He turned around to find the dragon pinned down by a group of Vikings, one of them trying to stab the thrashing dragon in the neck. Thinking fast, Oscar picked up a spear that a Viking dropped, and threw it at the man holding the knife, hitting him through the back, severing his spine. The dragon then managed to break free from the men, causing the rest of them to run in fear.

Not wasting any more time, the two sprinted to the cliffside, jumping off. The dragon spread his wings to take flight, while Oscar transformed, catching his bag of supplies with his claws, and caught up with him. Once he caught up with the dragon, they started to fly away together. That was until he heard the dragon scream out in shock and pain. He turned around to see that someone shot him with a bola, which wrapped around his wings, causing him to plummet into the ocean.

"PA!," Oscar screamed as he watched him fall into the water. He flew in to try to rescue him, only to get shot by a net. Oscar falls into the ocean with his father, trying desperately to escape the net, but failing. He was quickly losing air as he sunk deeper and deeper until he panicked and breathed in water, then all went black…

*The Haddock House*

Oscar quickly sat upright in bed while clutching his chest, gasping and wheezing for air. He was drenched in his own sweat, his bed sheets feeling soaked. He could feel a large lump in his throat, trying his hardest to swallow in order to stop the increasing dryness in his throat, although failing. It took him a few seconds for his heart rate to finally slow down to a reasonable pace. That however didn't ease the pain and heartbreak of what he just witnessed. He just relived his father's death.

Ever since he's escaped from his own island, he's been having the same nightmare almost every night. In every one of his dreams, he's always tried, yet failed to save his father. Sometimes he would watch his father die right when the chief brought the ax down on him. Other times the both of them would escape, only for them to go down a different way. They would die by the spear, the sword, ax, ballista, a boulder, being crushed, drowning, a crash, etc. The end result was always the same. Oscar would let his father down, and his father would pay for it with blood.

Oscar placed his head into his hands, gripping and pulling on his hair as he let out a loud groan in frustration.

"Are you okay?" came a voice from the other side of the room. Oscar jumped a bit, forgetting that Hiccup was there. He lets out a sigh before calming down. He glances toward Hiccup, letting out a sigh, feeling ashamed for most likely waking Hiccup.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry. Did I wake you?" Hiccup arched his eyebrow at hearing Oscar say "god" instead of "gods." He just shrugged it off as Oscar holding different beliefs than what he's used to. Not that he holds anything against that, but he kinda hopes he doesn't speak that way near his father. Stoick probably wouldn't be very happy to hear that, considering he's a strong follower of Thor.

"It's okay, I usually don't get much sleep anyway," responded Hiccup. He yawns before getting up out of bed and walks over to his desk. He reaches into a drawer and pulls out a candle and his journal, before closing it. He sets his book down and uses some stones to light his candle, shining the room in a dim light before melting some wax on a tray and sticking it there. He then sits down at the desk and opens his journal to the project that he and Oscar were both looking at earlier. Oscar just sits in his bed in awkward silence, afraid to go back to sleep in fear of having another nightmare, yet also not knowing what to do. Not seeing himself falling asleep anytime soon, he decides to engage Hiccup into some small talk.

"So, how long have you been awake?" Oscar didn't receive a response for a few seconds as Hiccup smudged something out on a piece of parchment before writing something down. He then looked up from his journal and faced Oscar, bouncing his charcoal between his index and middle finger.

"Uhh, around the time you started moving around and making noise." Oscar let out an embarrassed groan at that, hiding his face in his hands.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Hiccup just awkwardly chuckles in response, putting his charcoal down and giving Oscar his full attention.

"Actually, I usually wake up around this time to...work on stuff," Hiccup answers awkwardly, shifting around in his seat. After a few awkward seconds of silence, Oscar decides to press him a bit.

"...to work on...potentially disastrous stuff?" Oscar asks, a slight tease in his voice. Hiccup looks at the ground upon responding.

"Well, kinda...I mean, yes." Oscar couldn't help but smile at that. He got up out of bed and put on his shoes. Good thing that he slept in his clothes anyway, that way he could avoid the awkwardness of changing in front of Hiccup, as well as risking him seeing and asking about his scars. Hiccup arches an eyebrow at him.

"What are you…" Hiccup gets cut off as Oscar hands him a random set of clothes that he happened to pick off the floor of his room. Gods Hiccup's room is a mess.

"Hurry up and get dressed. We're working on that project together." These words shocked Hiccup. Sure they promised to work on Hiccup's dragon trap together, but Hiccup didn't actually think he was serious. He was so used to being called useless and disastrous that it felt almost unnerving to hear someone praise his ideas. Despite his thoughts, Hiccup couldn't help but smile as Oscar quietly hops out the window. Hiccup quickly dresses up and follows after him.

As Oscar hops the window, he lightly bends his knees to absorb the impact. Luckily, the second floor bedroom wasn't so high up given the size of the house. As Oscar lands, he notices Hiccup also hop the window. However,…Hiccup's left foot somehow clipped the window frame, causing him to stumble out of the window, flip over onto his back, landing less gracefully. Upon landing onto his back, the force knocks the wind out of him, leaving him gasping for air just under a minute.

"…pft pffft…" Oscar immediately has to suppress his laughter at Hiccup's expense, worried about waking Stoick. He isn't sure exactly how strict he can be with being up or staying out late, but he didn't want to risk ruining first impressions.

"…come on Hiccup, get up, stop exaggerating." Says Oscar, having to choke out his words from the uncontrollable urge to laugh, his words sounding almost gurgled. However, Hiccup responds by gasping some more. Oscar starts to get a little concerned, worried that Hiccup might've indeed injured something. "um…you good bro?"

"yeah," Hiccup finally manages to wheeze out, standing up and taking deep breaths, thankful for the air. He then glares at Oscar. "Do. Not speak of this." Oscar chuckles in response, giving a halfhearted shrug.

"It's not like I know anyone here. Now come on." Oscar starts heading off down the stairs in front of the house, Hiccup increasing his pace to catch up with him, taking the lead since he knows where the forge is.

They just walk side by side in awkward silence, not really sure what to say. They both are naturally socially awkward after all. But no matter. In due time, they'd warm up to each other and learn to be more social. One thing is for certain, they are both excited to have a chance to bond over a common interest. And after a short, they arrive to the forge.

Hiccup walks through the doors first, Oscar following behind him. He lights a candle that was already there, albeit half-burnt, and sets his book down on a workbench. Oscar walks towards him, glancing at the numbers and side notes in confusion.

"Alright, so I did promise you how to read," stated Hiccup as he walks to the end of the shop and uncovers a cart full of wood, metal, rope, springs, and a bunch of other supplies. Oscar kinda admired how straight to the point Hiccup was, immediately getting started on setting the project up before Oscar could fully accustom himself to the shop. It showed how proud Hiccup is of his own ideas. He likes that about him. That or Hiccup is trying to get as much done before the sun comes up. If Oscar could guess anything based on Hiccup's behavior and apparent background, the only time he can safely work on his ideas is when everyone else is asleep.

Hiccup walks over to the workbench and hands the journal to Oscar, who then again arches an eyebrow at the numbers. He then heads back to the cart full of supplies. He fishes around the cart, looking for something that probably slipped to the bottom. "The first lesson is reading numbers," Hiccup says, pulling out a fairly long stick with dashes and runes on them, which seems to be a tool for measuring.

Now smirking, Oscar approaches the cart of tools and takes out some wood and pieces of metal that look like they might seem promising to start with, ready to work all night with his brother.

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Hey guys! I bring yet another chapter. I apologize for the delay. I promise I'll try my hardest to get another chapter out tomorrow. I wanted to type more, but I figured that this would be a good spot to stop for now. Please leave a review, see you later.