Author's Note

Hello! This is my first How To Train Your Dragon fanfiction. I would appreciate any criticism that would help me write this story better!

Just want to let y'all know: Hiccup and the rest are 14/15 like they are in HTTYD 1. I am also basing their personalities on what they were in the first movie.

Thank you! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own How To Train Your Dragon and all its characters. Unfortunately.

Astrid Hofferson took a deep breath in the mirror. She wasn't nervous, not really, she just knew what her expectations were for herself.

Last year was all over the place; this year would be organized and perfect.

She would make sure of it.

Astrid grabbed her backpack and ran down the stairs. With a skimpy granola bar to suffice for breakfast, she dashed out the door five minutes later than she'd like. This school wasn't as far away as her old school, so she didn't have to wake up as early, but it was more than a couple of blocks away. She wanted to give herself more than enough time to walk there, just in case. She didn't want to be late for the first day.

The sharp September breeze met her as she opened the door. And before she knew it, she found herself standing in front of the building. There were only a couple others kids there, chatting within their group.

Sighing, she let her backpack drop to the floor and sat down on the first step, rolling a stone under her foot out of sheer boredom. She had 10 minutes to kill, and by the looks of it, not many people wake up as early as her. Oh well.

Guess it's a habit, she muttered under her breath. Her bangs fell on her face and she regretted not cutting them shorter. She was about to brush them back when she heard the sound of skidding tires.

She instantly looked up, just in time to hear a scream and a huge crash.

Oh my gods.

Frantically, Astrid yanked her phone from her pocket and dialed 911 while rushing down the block.

x

Henry Haddock internally moaned as he laid in the hospital bed.

He screwed up. Again.

He really didn't understand. It was like he was cursed. Accidents followed him everywhere, like he was some kind of magnet.

He tried to sit up and open his eyes. But the room suddenly decided to be ridiculously bright and was rotating to the point where his insides wanted to come outside, so he gave up. The room was empty anyway.

A sharp pain pierced his left leg. Ugh. He attempted to shift its position but then he realized that it was wrapped up in so many bandages like his life depended on them. He couldn't even feel it.

The grogginess was starting to wear off and the annoying buzzing noise left his head a bit. After a brief check-in from his father's voice, he was left alone to dwell on the incident.

Henry then heard his father Stoick, the mayor of Berk, speaking to a doctor outside the door. He hoped his dad wasn't too mad at him.

Like, it wasn't entirely his fault he got hit by a car, but technically, it was his fault after all. He was the one who wasn't paying attention. It's not he could change it anyway.

His foot was bothering him again.

Stupid leg... Henry muttered under his breath.

He knew his father loved him, blah blah blah, but he knew his dad saw him as a scrawny disappointment. He couldn't play any kind of sport. He didn't know when he should keep his mouth shut. He always ruined everything.

All Henry knows how to do is doodle dragons and other fictional stuff when his father rants about the football game he's being forced to watch. Or how to create weird invention things that his dad breaks his ankle on because he trips on those "god-damned pieces of garbage." Or how to play video games really loud when his dad is trying to a take a nap. Or how to-

"Hiccup. I have to to speak with you."

Stoick boomed, nodding to the nurse as to send her the message to leave.

Henry cringed at his childhood nickname. His mother had given him that nickname before she died, so Stoick always used it, except when he was yelling at Henry. So, if he was calling him "Hiccup" does that means he's not mad at him?

"Uh yeah, sure, Dad. What's the matter?"

"Son. What do you remember about the crash?"

Henry hesitated. He wasn't so eager to tell everyone he was the one with the fault.

"Well, uh, I was walking, um, to school, but I was, yeah, not, uh... " He trailed off uncertainly.

"Get on with it." Stoick ordered.

"Okay, well, I wasn't paying attention, I was texting Francis, and the light was green for the cars but I kinda still crossed the street. Then there was a crash." Henry said uneasily.

There was also some blonde girl hovering over him while jabbering on her phone, but he's not sure if that was real, due to the fact his head had probably taken a hit.

Stoick seemed unfazed by this information, as though he expected such an answer. Though, he looked awkward when he asked the next question. "Have you, er, felt anything in your left leg?"

Hiccup knew it. He broke his leg or something and his dad was pissed that this would be the second time he broke it. He couldn't lie about this one.

"Uhh... yeah it doesn't really hurt, it just feels weird..."

Stoick cleared his throat and sat down on the bed. "Hiccup..."

He took a deep breath cautiously.

"Your leg was so badly damaged by the hit that the doctors were... er... unable to save it."

Henry Haddock's heart stopped.

x

Astrid hated math.

It was so pointless, and it never made sense. Everything about math was black and white, but reality isn't like that. And honestly, after schools over, it won't matter anymore.

She glanced over at the clock, ticking halfway across the room. Two minutes left. Thank gods.

The boy from that morning entered her mind. Once the ambulance had arrived, Astrid snuck away back to school. She didn't want to be involved or asked questions since she witnessed it. She'd rather be left alone. The boy had to be okay, so it didn't matter.

The bell interrupted her thoughts.

"Okay, class dismissed. We had a great start to the year. And Francis," the teacher shot a blonde boy with a stern look, "Don't forget what room your math class is in."

Astrid didn't stay to hear what he said in response. She wanted to get out of here and forget school even existed. She scurried to her locker and put her math books away.

"Thank gods there was no homework today..." Astrid commented quietly to herself before heading out the two front doors.

She walked down the block, to the very spot the boy was hit today.

He could've died if I wasn't there... Astrid mused.

At least somebody benefited from her old habits...

Author's Note

Thank you for giving my story a chance! The next chapter will be better. This one was eh. See you then! :)