Author notes: So this is my first time really writing a fanfiction so I apologize if the characters don't seem very cannon. I wrote this story mostly out of what I think they would act like in real life, and the setting is modern without any dragons and what not :) If you have any questions feel free to ask, as I am not sure if I will continue this or not 3

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Hiccup walked into the burgess high school, burying his face into his scarf in an attempt to not have to feel the cold, harsh, wind on his nose. A small sigh past his lips as he pushed the doors and stepped into the warm school, the sound of people chattering loud in his ears. Of course he quickly tuned it out, shuffling quickly through the crowds that congregated in the main entryway. He was jostled around while weaving around people, and he shivered at the contact; he really wasn't very fond of touching others or others touching him. Finally he made it past everyone and into first hall, he made it quickly to his locker; putting in the combination and opening it, putting his bag in and pulling out some books he needed for his first class. Closing the locker her turned and continued down the hall for a bit until he came to his class. The first thing he did was move all the way to the back and sitting down at the desk next to the window. After getting out the few things he needed for the class he turned to look out the window; watching kids toss snowballs at each other and chase each other through the snow. It was normal for the weather to be like this in early spring, it was always snowing, the only time it never snowed was in the summer; and even then it did happen every once in a while.

His eyes traveled over the people outside, not really paying attention to who they were but just watching them. For a moment he wanted to join them, but he knew no one would play with him; he wasn't very much liked in this school. He was only of the schools victims. His dad was mayor, and he wasn't much of anything. Hiccup was short, scrawny, and not the most attractive. He really didn't like himself much, and due to his being like this he was picked on a lot by kids in his grade. Though this was going to be his last year in this high school, thank god for his being smart and finally being a senior. With a grumble he turned to face the front of the classroom, watching kids filter into the class as the starting bell rang loudly in his ears.

This class went on pretty normal as usual, him taking down notes and answering questions when called on; his voice small and almost unhearble by his teacher, who made a habit out of asking him questions. He hated it, though he knew that the teacher wasn't doing it with any ill-will; he just knew that Hiccup was smart. The worst part of the class was the notes, they smacked his sides and he knew that there was no point in reading them. They would be the usual bullying type things, and he would rather just not deal with reading the threats he got all the time.

The class ended quicker than usual and Hiccup waited until everyone had filtered out before leaving, not really wanting to be pushed around if he went out sooner. Leaving the classroom he headed for his next class, which was gym. His least favorite class, if not for having to get naked in front of a bunch of mean teenage boys but to have to play games he knew he didn't have the stamina for at all. Walking into the locker room he hurriedly went to the back where the stalls were, the only safe place in the entire room. Moving to one of the worn down gym lockers he opened the one with his things in it, not really worrying about it being taken or anyone really finding it; no one ever came back here. Yanking it open he pulled out a pair of dark brown shorts and a light green tank top, one of his favorites, it smelled like his room; minty and the smell of a musky forest.

Hiccup looked around to make sure, again, that no one was near him; he wasn't in the mood to get called names and get jabbed at by the jocks that needed to use him as a way to vent out their pent up emotions. He stripped quickly, eyes downcast and a dull green. Looking at himself only made the self-hatred come leaping back up his throat, and seeing the scars that littered his arms and legs made him sink further in the deep thoughts lurking in the back of his mind. After taking longer than usual to put on his gym clothes he crept out of the locker room and into the brightly lit gym. Making sure no one noticed him he stayed behind everyone in the corner of the room, avoiding eye contact with whomever turned to look at him.

Gym started as usual, running laps and doing various stretches. He chose to not run around, since he tended to look like a flailing chicken trying to fly and went to go sit near some girls doing stretches. Sitting down a few feet away from them he tried to mimic what they did, laying his legs outwards in a v and stretching forward. The stretch burned in his thighs, which quivered at the exertion. Letting out a small whimper at the pain, but knowing that it wasn't that bad; he was used to it. Of course he didn't think about the fact that there were people around him, nor did he notice the few guys that came to sit rather close to him while he was doing his workout.

"So," a harsh voice spoke loudly next to him, causing Hiccup to lurch up too fast and gasp at the sudden pain. "Faggot. Find anyone to fuck you yet? Not that it would ever happen, ya know, being the disgusting trash you are."

Hiccup stared at the boy next to him, eyes wide and hands shaking slightly as he brought them together and balled them into fists. He pressed his balled hands into his side tightly, to avoid his new tormentor the satisfaction of seeing him quiver. The boy that was talking to him was Snotlout, a well-known bully and narcissist of burgess high. Behind Snotlout are his lackeys, Ruffnut, Tuffnut and a girl he knew very well, Astrid. Astrid stared at him with a large smug smirk, her blue eyes piercing him with the mutual hatred she had for him. He turned his eyes away from Snot and sighed.

"Why don't you just leave me alone Snotlout," His voice was weak, straining to sound even a little bit strong.

Of course it didn't work at all, and he ended up earning a large shit eating grin and a snarl from his lackeys. "What did you say fishlegs? You know you can't talk back to me," His voice came out in a snarl, as he leaned forward and grasped Hiccup's shirt in his meaty fist. "Say it again, I dare you."

"Hit him," "Yea, punch his stupid face," Tuffnut and Ruffnut chanted together, eager as ever to see their king cause chaos. Astrid on the other hand looked away, rolling her eyes and continuing her own workout with little care of the issue going on beside her.

Hiccup felt Snot's hot breath fan over his face, and for a moment he gagged; it was revolting, and for that moment he forgot who he was. Forgot that he was a small, defenseless boy who didn't know how to stand up for himself without getting beat to a pulp. And in that instance, he responded, "You heard me Snot, let me go you fucking bully!"

"Wrong answer," Snot snarl, curling up his free hand and hurling it at Hiccup's face.

Bracing for the impact he shut his eyes tight, held his breath and clenched his stomach; knowing that the pain would probably make him want to throw up. Except the hit never came, instead he felt the fist balled in his hand release him and the sounds of a very angry Snotlout fill his ears. Peeling one of his eyes open he saw Snot being tossed away from him by someone he had never seen before. Snot was red faced and on the floor, streaming profanities as his protector stood infront of him. After a few more curses were thrown he left, his lackeys and the crowd that Hic hadn't noticed left. Sitting up he brushed off his shirt, feeling disgusted by the fact that Snot had his hands on it.

"Hey, you okay?"

Looking up Hiccup's eyes met icy blue, and hair as white as freshly fallen snow; the newcomer had a smile on his lips and concern on his face, it was a funny thing to see. The boy had his hand held out for him to grab and he took it, letting himself be pulled up by him.

"Uh yeah," he stammered out, nerves working their way into his body. "You didn't have to do that.."

"What? Of course I did," The boy said with a smile, though his voice held icy steel. "Snotlout is a vicious asshole and i'm tired of seeing him pick on people just because he was mommy issues."

A nervous laugh burst out of him, and he covered his mouth to hold it back as best as he could; for a moment he was confused with himself, he rarely laughed and to be honest he didn't like the stares he was earning because of it. But the newcomer seemed pleased, a wider smile playing on his lips. With a wink the white haired boy gave him an exaggerated bow, before exclaiming, "Well, little prince, Jack Frost at your command."

Hiccup rolled his eyes and reached out to push him softly, "I'm Hiccup."