Let's start with the Disclaimer: I own the AU here, guys, and the plot. What i do NOT own are the characters. And every other thing that doesn't go under the definition of 'AU' and 'Plot'.

Now the full summary: Hiccup is a sad boy whose life sucks. His father doesn't like him and he have a crush. On a boy, Jack Frost who happens to be one of his closest (and almost sole) friends. And that disgusts him to the point that he goes into a deep depression and is happy only when Jack is around and when he isn't he sink deep in sadness. Add the fact he often cuts himself. Will he be able to accept his feelings for Jack and tell him? And will Jack be able to repay them and help Hiccup out from his depression?

Ok, now that i have said this what can I say?

Oh, right! North and Pitch are going to be completely OOC (and maybe I'll make Stoick a bit OOC too, I don't know) so don't be surprised afterwards: I've warned you.

Also there is a reason if I rated this fiction M, ok? However don't expect this to be just a pile of senseless smut. Who read the other stories I wrote knows that I don't exactly love those things. I love the plots and the feelings develpoment. Don't worry, though. M rated stuff will come. Later. I will warn you when the moment comes, I promise.

Ok... formalities apart i want to thank my beta reader Night-Fury 1 for, well, beta reading this and correcting the mistakes. Also i'd like to thank the only friend of mine which knows about me being a writer for not despising me on the spot and appreciating my works. I hope he is reading this.

I guess that it's all for now. See you in the end comment.

Chapter 1 – Crushes and Kindness

Beep! Beep! Beep!

He cracked his eyelids open as the infernal sound of the alarm clock woke him up. The electronic screech echoed into his ears for a few seconds, washing away every last bit of sleep still within him.

"Yes, I got it, you devilish contrivance! I'm awake, shut the fuck up!" he muttered angrily, slamming an annoyed fist on the button on top of the clock, silencing the device once for all. At least for that morning.

It was Monday, the worst day of the week. Seriously, shouldn't there be a law that prohibited Mondays to exist? He was really hoping for someone to write it down soon. On every morning, especially on Mondays, he truly wanted to smash the clock against the wall, shattering it in a million microscopic pieces. Pity that his bony, skinny, short body didn't have enough strength to do so. Because, of course, he had to be a little talking fishbone, whilst both of his parents were two gigantic persons.

The fact that he was a geek too goes without even saying, naturally. And the logical consequence to that was that he was bullied every day at school. Every day his skin was graced by a new set of bruises that he carefully hid from his father and friends with a coat made of lies and with his clothes, when possible. In fact, he actually wore always long sleeved t-shirts and trousers or jeans and he never put on shorts, not even during the summer days.

And his name didn't help.

Because, of course, fate couldn't be in his favor even in that. In fact he had the misfortune of being called Hiccup. Full name was Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third, but he kept the middle name for himself usually. His silly name resulted in a constant mocking from all of his schoolmates. Not that the other guys had a better name, anyways. He was just easier to make fun of than the others. The firs times he tried to put up a fight, to stand for himself but, eventually, it just ended with a black eye and some major bruises and cuts for him, whilst his opponent stood completely flawless. That just added the insult to the injuries. So he stopped and let the bullies have their way with him. It was a lot easier.

Slowly he sat up in the bed and sighed. God his life sucked. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and, seeing his reflected image, he cursed under his breath. Perfectly perfect: his brown hair was super messy and the freckles that covered his whole face, along with a good part of his body, seemed to be even thicker than usual. He really felt like crap that morning.

A loud knock on the door of his bedroom drew his from his musings about his shitty look.

"Hiccup!" his father shouted from outside "Get up, quickly! You are going to be late for school."

"I… I can't go to school this morning, dad" the boy said, trying to sound convincing even if he perfectly knew it was a worthless attempt "I'm afraid I have temperature. Call the school and tell them I'm sick."

"Hiccup we go through this pattern every single Monday" his father replied, obviously annoyed by his son's answer "We both know that you are not sick, as every Monday, and you know I won't believe any of the excuses you'll put up. Just come downstairs, eat your breakfast and go attend the classes you have today. Now."

"But I'm sick for real this morning, dad. Can't you just believe me at least this time please?" he pleaded

"If you are really sick…" his father began and Hiccup smiled weakly. Maybe this time he had managed to persuade him. However "…you won't mind me checking you, right?" his father concluded. Hiccup's hopes crumbled: nope, he definitely wasn't convinced.

"Fine dad. I'll be downstairs in five minutes" the boy muttered as he got off the bed. Opening his small wardrobe he took out a pair of brown leather trousers and a green long sleeved shirt, putting them on. After combing his hairs a bit with his hands, trying to bring some order in that brown mess and painfully untangling loads of knots, he looked at his reflection again. Now he looked more like a human being and less like shit. Nothing extraordinairy but acceptable anyways…

Another sigh escaped his mouth. He was ready to face another day of his miserable existence. Sluggishly he walked downstairs, into the kitchen and sat down at the table in the center of the room. In front of him there was a dish with four pancakes and a cup of steaming coffee. He started to unwillingly nibbling the food. When his father sat in front of him, a toast with bacon in his right hand and one with smoked ham in the other, he lowered his gaze, not wanting to meet the eyes of his mastodontic parent. He was actually ashamed of being so small in comparison to his father that was a walking mass of muscles and, consequently, he never looked into the man's eyes unless they were talking about something serious, which almost never happened, or arguing, something that was most likely about to happen in that moment.

"Hiccup" the man called for his son, a voice that obviously bore a slightly angered tone "Why do you always try to skip your classes on Moday?"

Arguing. Definitely arguing. The boy lifted his pupils and locked his gaze into his father's, taking in once more the features of the man's face. Long, red hair matched the beard perfectly. Green eyes, just like his own a perfectly triangular jaw-line and definite cheekbones. Hell, he could have sworn that even his face had muscles on it. Stoick Haddock, known as Stoick the Vast, was the epitome of manliness. And he? He was the complete opposite. He would have defined himself as the epitome of girlishness, if anything. He shrugged at the man's question and answered "No actual reason, dad"

A shade of stronger disappointment and rage entered Stoick's eyes as he, dropping the toasts, put one of his huge hands on one of the tiny shoulders of his son. "Hiccup" he said "You are almost seventeen now. You can't keep doing like this. You can't just say 'no reason' like a child would. You ain't a child anymore. You are almost a grown up man now. Act your age. You have to stop being like this". As the man said that he gestured at his son with his hand.

"But dad" the boy groaned sadly "You just gestured to all of me!"

"Exactly Hiccup!" the man exclaimed "You have to change. You can't be like this for your whole life"

The teen's expression visibly saddened, showing clearly how hurt he was. He stood up, half of the pancakes still on the plate, and walked away, picking his rucksack. "I'm not hungry anymore" he said with a voice that, despite the expression on his face, was flatly unexpressive "I'm going to school. Goodbye."

"Hic, wait!" his father called for him. He stopped. "I didn't mean what he said" the man continued "Well, actually I did, truth be told, but I didn't mean it in a bad way"

"See you later dad!" the boy snapped, now a shade of annoyance resounded in his voice. Hiccup walked past the door, slamming it behind him, and got on the street, exiting the gate that separated the small garden his house had from the rest of the road. He started walking towards his school: Berk's high. It was a small school that perfectly mirrored the town it was built in. A town so small that it didn't even have someone important enough to name the school after. It wasn't really far from his house, maybe twenty minutes walking, but Hiccup was walking slower than usual because he was totally planning to skip his first class: Math. He loathed Math with a passion even though he had the best grades in the whole school.

However his plan failed in the same instant it came to life, because he felt a hand tug at the back of his shirt.

"Were you going anywhere without me, Hic?" a familiar voice said from behind him.

A smile lit up the boy's face as he turned around to see his black haired friend, James Night, flashing a toothy grin at him "Or were you planning to skip your classes again, today?"

"Absolutely not, Toothless!" the boy lied, his smile faltering and his freckled cheeks flushing brightly.

"Stop using that nickname, will you? We've known each other since, like, primary school and you haven't stopped calling me that yet. My baby teeth are long gone and the fact that they fell earlier than yours doesn't allow you to continue using that stupid name anymore!" the black haired boy exclaimed.

"Whatever Tooth…" Hiccup replied, devilishly smirking to his friend "As long as you stop calling me Hiccup I'm fine with dropping the nick Toothless"

"But…But that's your name!" the black haired boy complained

"And Toothless is yours" Hiccup replied, still smirking

"It's not like that, Hic, you know it! Can't you just…" Toothless started, than sighed, stopping his trail of speech. Instead he said "Just shrug it off, nevermind. But don't think that this is over." he smirked.

They started to walk again one next to the other, silently heading to the school.

"Hic?" the black haired boy called for his friend's attention "Why did you want to skip classes today?"

"Not all the classes!" the brunette exclaimed, explaining his previous intentions "Only Math. I hate it!"

"It doesn't mean you can skip it" the other stated, a serious look on his face "And you haven't answered my question yet: why did you want to skip classes today?"

Hiccup shrugged, looking another way from Toothless as he muttered "No real reason Tooth. I guess that I just didn't feel like listening to an hour of bullshit I couldn't care less of"

"Hic, you can't just skip classes as if it was nothing. You are acting like a child, Hic, you need to grow up. They are going to tell your dad sooner or later. They'd have already done it if you weren't one of the best students in the school. And only God knows how much your father will be disappointed when he discovers this, if he ever will. He is going to be really upset about this all"

Hiccup scoffed. "As if he wasn't already disappointed or upset at me for everything I do or even think" he said.

Toothless' expression turned into a caring one as he said "You got in another fight with him this morning, didn't you?". When the brunet didn't answer he added "Come on Hic, open up. I'm almost like your older brother, you can tell me anything and you know it. What happened?"

"We got in a fight and basically he said that he doesn't like me as I am and that I have to change"

"You know that he said everything he said for your own sake and well being, right? He said whatever he needed to, hoping to make you change your childish behavior, which you know is wrong, into something better. You can't blame him for that!" Toothless stated, grazing his friend's shoulder.

"Listen Tooth, I don't really want to talk about this, ok? Let's just drop it and forget it, fine?

"No, that's not fine Hiccup" the other replied "You see? That's exactly the childish behavior that your father is so upset about. Adult people doesn't act like that!"

"Goddammit Toothless, please!" Hiccup exhaled, sighing exasperatedly at his friend's statement.

"Ok, fine. We'll drop it for now" Toothless surrendered "But don't you think you can get away so easily with it."

"Yeah, whatever" Hiccup muttered, annoyed.

Soon after they got into the school's courtyard, where all the students used to gather and chatter early in the morning, just to chill down a bit before classes started. Even though classes wouldn't have started for another ten minutes, it was already crowded with students. Someone was waiting for the two boys in a corner.

"Toothless! Hiccup!" a feminine voice shouted "I'm here. Come!"

She was Astrid Smithson, the hottest girl in the whole school which happened to be Hiccup's former crush and, for a short period of time, Hiccup's girlfriend, also known as the "Furious Blondie". That strange nickname came from the fact that, when she and Hiccup broke up two months earlier, she got so angry, so… furious that she actually slammed the poor brunet into his locker, breaking some of the boy's ribs along with the locker itself. Later on she apologized to the boy and now the two were good friends, but no one ever dared to upset her or make her unhappy in the slightest from that day on. Strange enough to know, the girl hadn't found a new boyfriend yet, curiously.

"Hey guys" she greeted with cheerful voice when her friends approached "What's going on up in here?"

"Nothing important Astrid" Toothless answered shrugging "Just Hiccup wanting to skip his classes one more time."

"Tooth!" Hiccup exclaimed somewhat angrily at his friend "Why would you tell her? It's none of her business…"

"Like hell it isn't Hic" the girl snapped "How many times do I have to tell you? Stop acting like a stupid baby and, for Heaven's sake, grow up!"

"Blah, blah, blah" Hiccup sighed, mimicking a moving mouth with his hands, a bored look on his face.

"Don't you 'blah blah' me, mister" Astrid replied angrily "I'm trying to scold you seriously here, ok?"

"And that's exactly why I'm trying not to listen to you, Astrid. Besides, Toothless already scolded me and it's not like you are my mum."

"That doesn't mean I'm going to pretend I don't see this all. Hic, it's a wrong thing and I think…" Astrid kept talking until a voice, coming from behind Hiccup and Toothless, cut her off.

"Oh, come on Astrid" the voice said "It's not like you never skipped a class. Can't you just close an eye and let him be, only for this time?"

The brunette didn't need to turn his head to know whose voice was that. However he decided to spin his head anyways, just to look at the arriving boy.

Brown leather trousers and a blue hoodie covered the boy's tall and slim body. He had a perfectly shaped triangular face but all of his lines were smooth, even delicate at the view. His adorable face bore a small, thin mouth along with a pointy nose and a pair of unbelievably blue eyes. His hair were dyed in a white-gray color, as candid and light as a snowflake. Hiccup found him incredibly cute.

Jack Frost.

The main reason for which Hiccup wanted to skip his classes on Monday. Don't misunderstand, the two boys didn't hate each other. Absolutely not. On the contrary, when the white haired boy moved to Berk from Bugess, his hometown, three months earlier, the two boys had instantly become good friends, as if they had known each other for a lifetime, just like brothers, joined at the hip.

The reason was completely different from some sort of grudge between the two. Because, since Hiccup met Jack, he began to develop towards the white haired boy something he thought he'd never feel for a boy. Hiccup actually felt an attraction, both mental and physical, to the other one. An attraction so strong that made Hiccup want to break up with Astrid. And this made him scared and confused. Such feelings weren't supposed to exist, they were completely wrong and Hiccup felt disgust towards himself. However, every time Hiccup saw the other boy he couldn't stop his heart from racing faster, he couldn't help smiling at him and, sometimes, he had to force his mouth closed not to ogle after Jack. Hell! Even the boy's name, silently murmured in his mind, made his head feel lighter and his heart speed up a bit.

"Hey Jack." Hiccup weakly spoke with trembling voice. God, he so loathed himself for that girly voice that came out of his mouth for five minutes at least every time he saw Jack for the first time in the day.

"Hi, Hic!" the other teen happily greeted "How are you doing today? Astrid and her blabbing excluded, obviously.

"Meh… I'm doing fine enough." he managed to voice even if his mind was on a completely different trail of thoughts, something like 'Oh my, Jack, now that I am with you my day is so much brighter."

"And you guys?" The white haired teen asked to the others "What's going on this days?"

"Nothing interesting." Toothless answered, puffing and shrugging with a rather bored look on his face "Just Hiccup trying to skip and you trying to make his face look sorry and save his ass. Again."

"Yeah, I pretty much noticed that, don't you think?" Jack chuckled

Meanwhile Astrid's face began to light up with rage. "You think it's so funny?" she asked "Listen carefully then, for I…" The bell rang, cutting her off before she could even start. "You" she said pointing with her index both at Hiccup and Jack "Are so damn lucky". She gave them the finger, then walked away, heading for her first class

"Geez… what's with that girl, Hic?" Jack asked gently smiling to his friend "She must be crazy!"

"Nope, she just cares about him. I got to go too guys, see you later." Toothless said, waving them goodbye.

As Jack and Hiccup were left alone, the boys sighed, relieved he didn't get into more troubles with Astrid. Once more they were safe from her. Once more thanks to Jack

"Hey Hic," Jack called "It's high time we head to our daily hour of torture. Don't want to be late again, do we?"

"No." the brunet answered "It would turn into a real torture straightaway if we were late."

With that the two boys left the courtyard too, heading towards their lockers to grab the books they needed, Jack walking in front of Hiccup, which was following (and practically drooling) after him.

Of course the bell rang again, signaling the beginning of the classes, before they were even near to the right room. They broke into the Math classroom five minutes later, panting for breath because they sprinted their way through the hallways.

The teacher held a false look of stupor for the first three seconds. Then on his face an evil smirk appeared. "Mr. Haddock, Mr. Frost, good morning. I see that you eventually decided to join our class. Finally! Mind explaining the reasons of your delay to us poor, rule-following fools, do not deserve to know?"

"Well, I… I" Hiccup tried to say, embarrassed to be in the center of everyone's attention in the classroom. Luckily Jack was there for him again.

"It was my fault" Jack said, cutting his brunet, freckled friend's speech "I stupidly punched a wall this morning because I was angry. I didn't control the strength I put in my fist and unfortunately dislocated my shoulder. Luckily for me, Hiccup was passing by and decided to help me. Thanks to him I'm not at the hospital right now. That's why we are lat.e"

"I have to say I find it hard to believe, Mr. Frost." the teacher replied, sighing. "However," he added "Since I have no proof you are lying, and being Mr. Haddock is my best student so far I guess that I could trust you this time. But bear in mind that the next time that something like this happens, it will not only result in several hours of detention for both of you, but it will also earn you each a ticket to the headmaster's office. Have I made myself clear?"

"Crystal clear, sir." both boys answered, nodding.

"The go take your seats in the back of the room and open your Math textbooks. Page 432."

The boys obliged sitting in two chairs in the very last row of desks, one next to the other. Hiccup took his textbook and exercise book and mindlessly started taking notes about some type of geometrical thing he really didn't care a buck of, while his brain was focused on thinking about the unreachable Jack Frost.

That was until a small piece of paper flew on his desk. On that, written in a really messy style, these words were laid:

You are welcome, Hic.

The brunet softly smiled: the handwriting was Jack's. He wrote his reply under Jack's words and he tossed the paper back.

You know that I was going to thank you after the class. I don't like to make myself look like I'm distracted.

After a silent giggle Jack wrote something else and handed the piece of paper to Hiccup again.

I know. I was just trying to save you tons of embarrassment. You always blush when you thank someone.

Hiccup's face flushed deep red. It actually happened when he was talking to Jack, but the white haired teen couldn't obviously know it. The brunet than, saw a little arrow, drawn at the right corner of the small note. He flipped the paper over in his hands and saw that Jack wrote something else.

Hey Hic… do you remember that-

"Mr. Haddock!" the teacher called for the boy, which immediately withdrew his eyes from the little sheet he was reading and squirmed on his seat for the surprise

"Y-yes sir?" the boy said, tentatively.

"What's the solution of exercise two?" the teacher asked, obviously hoping to catch him unprepared to make him pay for before.

However Hiccup relaxed a bit. He had already done that exercise at home. "Square root of 27ab plus 95ac divided 0.7c" he answered.

The teacher checked the answer and, snorting, he said "Correct. Now as I was saying…"

As soon as the teacher's eyes left him, Hiccup's pupils went back to the small note still in his hand.

Do you remember that history test we have tomorrow? Well, I pretty suck at history. Can I come over at your place this afternoon so that we can study together?

In the same instant he finished reading his brain stopped working and his mind went blank. What? Jack Frost, his three months long crush would come over at his to study history if he allowed him to? Of course yes. Without even thinking about it. He wrote down, slowly due to his trembling hand

Of course you can come over Jack, I'll be glad to help you with History. What about 4.30 p.m.?

The white haired boy, reading the note again, smiled and nodded. Then, looking at Hiccup and making the brunet look at him he silently mouthed "Perfect"

"Mr. Haddock" the teacher said again, this time rising his voice in slight anger "Stop being so distracted or else I'll make you regret it."

"It won't happen again, sir. I'm sorry"

"I hope so, Mr. Haddock."

Hiccup sighed. It was going to be a long school day, that was for sure.

Ok, that's it. I hope you liked it. The average legth of a chapter will be something about 3000-4000 words, without my comment, but sometimes I like to surprise my readers with a super long chapter. Or a double chapter, maybe...

Anyways I think I'll update no more than once a week, due to school and other things. But who knows... I might become a bit bored from the studying and surprise you.

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