Hey, oh, what am I doing here? I don't know, it's a little thing called…writing! This is my first HTTYD fic. I hope you enjoy, but if not…well, I'm sorry.

Disclaimer: HTTYD is not mine, unfortunately.

"Ugh, why can't I be like them?" Hiccup groaned, burying his face in his hands as we watched the football conditioning before tryouts later that month.

I turned to him. "Because you're you," I shrugged. "If you were like them, you wouldn't be you."

"Exactly!" he exclaimed.

"I didn't mean that positively," I deadpanned, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Look, so you're not gifted physically, but look at you! You're a genius! And most of those guys are jerks anyways, so maybe it's better that you're not one of them."

"You don't get it," he replied, slumping forward. "Every day it's the same thing. 'Oh, Hiccup, why can't you be good at sports?' 'Oh, Hiccup, why are your arms so flimsy, like overcooked spaghetti?'"

I snorted a laugh at his impression of his father. "Look, he's only hard on you because he thinks you're not being the best that you could be," I explained.

"But your parents aren't hard on you for not joining the cheer team or the softball team," he retorted. "No, they support your decisions to do what you want! He doesn't even trust me with anything."

"Yeah, well, my parents aren't the principal of Berk Academy, the world renowned school of physical education," I rolled my eyes. "Besides, you're your dad's flesh and blood, and he was head quarterback all four years he went here. My parents aren't even mine, so they don't know what I can do."

"I suppose you have a point there," he shrugged, defeat sounding in his voice.

"I do," I nodded. "And so do you."

"What?"

I stood up, cracking my back. "If you really want to be like them, you need to work out more," I explained, scooping up my backpack. "And you need all the help you could get."

"Gee, thanks," he rolled his eyes, his sarcasm evident as he stood up, grabbing his own backpack.

"If you're really determined to do this, and I mean really, really determined, I could talk to my brother, and I might be able to convince him to help train you for try outs."

"Really?" he asked, a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

I shrugged. "It'll take a while to convince him, and I might not even be able to. He's really stubborn like that, but I'll try, so don't get your hopes up."

"Yeah, yeah," he laughed, jumping down the bleacher steps.

"You're too energetic," I sighed, following after him at a much slower rate.

"You're just too slow," he retorted, sticking out his tongue.

"My short legs can only carry me so far in such an amount of time," I huffed, slamming into his back. I recoiled, holding my nose. "Why'd you stop?!" I demanded, glaring at him. He didn't respond. I walked around him, and saw him staring off into the field, his mouth hanging open. I followed his line of sight, a smug smile tugging at my lips. "Oh~" I nodded, walking by him. "I see."

"Wait, what?" he asked, following after me, taking small glances back to where he was staring.

"That's what brought on this sudden interest in football," I grinned, now walking through the parking lot.

"What? No," he huffed, trying to seem nonchalant. "I just…I just want to make my father proud, that's all."

"Really?" I asked, getting into his face. "Or maybe it's the cliché that cheerleaders only date football players? And you think that Astrid, being the captain of the cheer squad, wouldn't spare a weak little nobody like you a second glance?"

"Well, yeah," he replied, spreading his arms questioningly. "Who would?"

"I would," I shrugged. "I did."

"Well, yeah, but that was as a friend sort of way," he replied. "I was talking about as a boyfriend-girlfriend sort of way."

"Aha!" I exclaimed, pointing a finger in his face. "It is about Astrid!"

"No, I didn't say that-"

"Oh, so you want your father to look at you in a boyfriend-girlfriend sort of way?" I offered.

"Ew, no!" he hacked. "That's disgusting!"

"Then what's this about?" I asked, getting into his face.

"It's about Astrid, okay?" he exclaimed, stopping.

I turned around, a sweet smile planted on my face. "That's all I needed to know," I told him happily. "Is it alright if I come over tonight? It's date night and I don't feel like seeing the devil's face."

"Which devil? Your mom or her boyfriend?" he asked jokingly.

"Both," I replied, pulling my keys out of the front compartment of my backpack.

"And what about you?" Hiccup demanded once we were seated in my car.

"What about me what?" I asked, starting the engine.

"Has anyone caught your eye?" he asked.

"As if," I snorted. "All the guys here are vain and shallow."

"Hey!"

"Besides you, of course," I said, letting sarcasm drip into my next words. "You're so smart and funny and an all-around Renaissance man."

"I am, aren't I?" he asked, jokingly rubbing his nails on his lapel in an important sort of way.

"Oh, yes, all the girls fawn over you, Hiccup," I exclaimed, pushing him slightly as I parked in his driveway and stopped the engine. "I also enjoy staying at your house because it's such a short commute, and I can sleep longer in the morning."

"I'm glad to know you don't really come over to hang out with me," he rolled his eyes as he exited my car.

"Well, you know I like hanging out with you," I shrugged, closing my door. "If I didn't, I wouldn't hang out with you, and I'd probably ignore your existence."

I waited at the top of the steps for Hiccup to find his house keys and open the door. He let me go in first, and I took off my shoes in the front entryway before walking up the stairs. "Hi, Stoick," I greeted as I walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

"Hello, Kalika," he nodded over his mug of coffee. "How've you been?"

"Tired," I sighed, leaning on the counter. "Too many research reports."

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah, even one for gym," I told him incredulously. "All we do is exercise! How am I supposed to…?" I trailed off. "Anyway, how've you been?"

"Alright," he nodded once again.

"You know, Stoick," I started. "I think Hiccup should try out for the football team this year." He stared at me, not speaking, but by the look of shock and disbelief on his face. "Here me out," I demanded. "I think there's a lot of hidden potential behind his noodle-like arms! You just have to let it shine! What do you think?"

"I think he can barely climb a rope," he replied, his face no longer betraying what he felt.

"Just give him a shot," I started. "He has a girl-"

"Kika, stop talking to my dad about how much hidden potential I have!" Hiccup called from his bedroom. A door slammed closed as soft footsteps became louder as Hiccup got closer to the kitchen. "Kika," he growled.

"Just think about it," I told Stoick as Hiccup dragged me to the living room.

"Why do you always do that?" Hiccup demanded.

"Do what?" I asked innocently.

"You know what! That!" he pointed to the kitchen.

"Because I love you?" I offered. He shook his head. Shrugging, I plopped onto the couch, picking up the remote. "Wanna watch the Avengers?"

There we are! Chapter One! The first chapter! The first of many! Or just a few! Either one! I'm so caffeinated! Hey, look a pony! What? Hahaha!

Thank you for reading! Feel free to drop a review, if you wish.

Loves and hugs, my dearest minion horde!

Yours psychotically,

Vee