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Face Value Chapter Twenty Five

TWENTY FIVE:

It was becoming a habit, sitting in front of Principal Queen, though it never failed to cause his heart rate to rise and his leg bounce with anxiety. Mala Queen's green eyes scanned his anxious face and then she smiled.

"I am uncertain why I am seeing you again, Hiccup," she said calmly.

"I requested to see you, Principal Queen, because I think we have a problem," he explained, meeting her gaze honestly. "There are things I can deal with-but this isn't one of them." She rested her hands flat on the desk, her expression very serious.

"Explain," she invited him. He took a slow breath.

"I think Atali Winger is determined to cause trouble," he revealed. She nodded so he flipped his phone out and played the video that Tuffnut had taken of the encounter between Snotlout and Mindy. "I mean it's not Tuff's finest work-in fact, Ruffnut is a better cameraperson-but it gets the point across."

He watched as her brow furrowed at Atali's parting shot. Finally, she handed him the phone back.

"I have a couple of questions," the Principal asked him gravely and he sighed, his shoulders slumping.

"I guessed," he admitted and looked up. But she was smiling.

"I am proud that you decided to help Simon," she told him as he glanced at his lap and chewed a lip.

"Um…not with his work, as you asked," he corrected her self-consciously. "Sorry, but that really is his problem and he wouldn't have missed it if he hadn't been trying to kill me-or hurt me badly, at least." Then he took a deep breath. "But he is my cousin and he asked me to help him-not with his work but with his girlfriend." Mala Queen's eyebrow arched imperceptibly.

"Explain," she invited.

"Snot and Mindy had an argument-and he came to me because she wouldn't return his calls and her friends were blocking him from any chance to speak to her and try to explain or reconcile," he revealed. "He came to me because he realised that I actually knew more about forming a relationship than he did. So I helped him."

"Why did all your friends arrive?" Mala asked.

"I was pretty sure that they would interfere and prevent Snot and Mindy speaking," Hiccup told her honestly. "So they sat by them and suggested the two people involved got the chance to talk." Mala frowned.

"It looked rather…aggressive…" she commented. But Hiccup smiled.

"It really wasn't," he replied. "All we did was stop the others interfering. Astrid was especially imposing and everyone knows not to anger Fishlegs. But we all made a pact: if Mindy told Snot that she didn't want to speak to him or she told him to go away, we all left." He met her eyes. "I don't believe anyone should be pressurised into doing something they don't want. All I wanted was to give Snot a chance to apologise." He shrugged. "I mean, he's useless at it, to be honest. But he really has lost a lot through his own stupidity and if I could give him one last chance with the girl he actually does seem to care for, it's the right thing to do."

"You organised the musical interlude, I presume," the Principal guessed. He nodded.

"I had to make it easy-he's not the best at recalling words or tunes or…really any plan," he confessed with a wry expression. "But it showed he was willing to make the effort. And I am so glad that she decided to go to the Prom with him." And then he looked pensive. "But I'm concerned about what Atali was threatening at the end."

"Senior Prom is a a School Event," Mala Queen reminded him as he sighed.

"And Atali is Chair of the Prom Committee which is packed with her friends," Hiccup pointed out. "I am concerned that somehow, she will refuse to sell us tickets or we'll give them the money and the tickets just won't reappear." He shrugged. "Astrid has missed out on so much and she deserves her Prom. And I really want to take her to the Prom…but I worry that Atali will try to ruin it."

"Her final words did indicate that intent," the Principal murmured. "I hope she reconsiders her actions. And she has done nothing yet so I cannot do anything. I am away the week prior to the Prom yet I will be there for the event." She pursed her lips. "I will send a directive to those staff members assigned to supervise the Prom which I will copy you and Astrid into. I will remind them that every Senior has the right to attend Prom unless specifically excluded on my directive. And that in case of any ticketing 'errors', the senior only needs to attend with the funds required to purchase a ticket and he or she shall be admitted without question."

"Thanks, Principal Queen," Hiccup said, his face relieved. She smiled.

"Hiccup-your actions in helping someone who deliberately harmed you are generous and honourable," she told him gravely. "You have already learned lessons that your peers still need to consider. I hope they will learn them before their time here is done." And then she smiled. "Be reassured. If Atali decides to try to ruin anyone's Prom for her personal reasons, she will be facing me 8am the following Monday." Hiccup rose.

"I really hope it doesn't come to that," he sighed. "I just want a chance to go to the Prom with Astrid."

oOo

The whole school was abuzz, because the First Trailer of 'Son of Odin' had been released and everyone was looking to see if they could recognise any of the locations. Tuff winked to the gang and pulled them aside, huddled around the posted video by 'Heimdallr's Eye', the top 'Son of Odin' vlogger.

"This is gonna make Atali explode with jealousy," he explained as he showed them the piece.

"Hello, hello-and I am absolutely pumped at the First Trailer of 'Son of Odin'!" the vlogger explained.

"That's Dag-I know him through the Interior Decorating Online course I'm taking," Tuff whispered loudly. Everyone stared at him.

"Let me get this straight: 'Heimdallr's Eye is an Interior Design freak?" Hiccup checked.

"How do you think his set on his vlog always looks so good?" Tuff asked him, as if it was obvious.

"I suppose that makes sense," Astrid commented as the young man continued.

"Of course, Fearless Films have served up the usual goodies-awesome set pieces, plenty of Dane Olsen and enough slightly shonky mythology to keep the story semi-coherent while not alienating the entire Berk community," Dag continued. "And I'm not being mean-a serious discussion of Norse Theology would be crashingly dull but Dane grinning as Thor, DagBjoern Ulricson hamming it up as Loki and the always excellent Ulf Hammersdall as Odin absolutely dominate the story as they should. But it's the other characters that are actually more intriguing…"

The screen changed to the small segments that featured Astrid, in full Valkyrie mode. She offered her hand to Thor and nodded.

"Lord Thor-you are the only one who can do this," she said firmly. "I will stand by you, to the very end." Nodding, Dane took her hand and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.

The scene switched to the battle, with Astrid fighting furiously, the axe swinging lethally. And her eyes lit as the lean shape of Hiccup intercepted a blow aimed at her head, her eyes lighting at his face. She smiled and flung the axe, splitting a dwarf rearing behind him.

"So this character is absolutely fascinating," Dag continued. "She's just called 'the Valkyrie' and seems to have a pivotal role in helping Thor just before and during the big battle. There's not much else on her-except that she is hot hot HOT and can swing an axe like a pro. And of course, that she is played by Astrid Hofferson." He winked. "Yes, Fearless Finn's niece-and she is looking amazing. I can say without hesitation that she has total screen presence, right up there with the established stars. I mean, she IS a Valkyrie. If she flew in on a winged horse, I wouldn't be at all shocked. Rumours are she was asked to fill a costume for a no-show and she was so amazing that Dane insisted her part was expanded."

"How did he know that?" Astrid murmured.

"Presumably because the Studio wanted it to be known," Hiccup guessed. Her eyes flicked up.

"I didn't do this to be a show-off or…" she began but he chuckled.

"Milady, no one would consider that…except someone who would think like that…" he reminded her. "Like Atali, for instance…" There was a thud as the blonde rested her face on the table.

"And now she has another reason to hate me and try to mess up the remainder of my school career," she groaned. He leaned forward and kissed the top of her head.

"Not going to happen-because I will chase her with my rake," he whispered, causing her to chuckle. "I promise, she won't ruin anything-and she'll only hurt herself of she wants to act on her jealousy." She looked up. "Astrid-you are beautiful and amazing and for once-allow yourself to accept the plaudits you deserve," he added softly. She sat up, leaning against him as the murmuring in the canteen grew a little more obvious. There were whispers and people pointing and for a moment, Astrid was taken back to the horrific memory of all those years, being ghosted or ostracised or the butt of bullying and cruelty. She shrank back, against Hiccup's warm shape, feeling his hand instinctively close on hers and his arm wrap around her body.

"I…" she whispered and closed her eyes, swallowing silently. He wrapped his other arm around her and kissed her cheek.

"Astrid-it's okay," he whispered. "They're looking at you with admiration. They're seeing the real you-the amazing, beautiful fierce woman I…I…I love…" She looked up into his eyes, seeing nothing but honesty in the emerald depths. Her lips parted in shock.

"Hiccup…" she murmured and his eyes widened in dismay.

"Sorry…" he mumbled. "Sorry, sorry, sorry…" He looked away. "I've ruined it…" But she raised her hand to rest on his flushed cheek and a tiny smile lifted her lips.

"I don't think you've ruined anything…" she told him softly. "Hiccup…do you mean it?" He nodded.

"Yes," he admitted ashamedly. "I…"

"Hiccup-Babe…it's okay…" she told him and smiled. "You're a great friend…and a great boyfriend…and I think I love you too…" His eyes lit and a slow smile lifted his lips.

"Um…really…?" he checked and she nodded.

"Valkyrie's Honour," she reassured him and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek. "And thank you. You always know what to say, what to do to make me feel better…" He smiled.

"You wanna come over this evening-for pizza night?" he asked. She made a show of thinking and then grinned.

"Babe-I would love to," she said and then smiled. "And I'll bring a rainbow salad over so your Dad doesn't feel too self conscious?" Hiccup chuckled.

"I think he would appreciate that," he admitted. "Though don't be upset if he barely touches it and instead stocks up on 'Ultra-Meaty Supersized Viking with Extra Chillis and extra yak bacon' and 'Cheezie Garlic Bread Plus'."

"Duly noted," Astrid commented as the bell rang. "Phys Ed next-oh joy…" He pecked a kiss on her cheek.

"Yeah-and as a bonus you can watch an auburn one-legged fishbone get annihilated at dodgeball," he reminded her and she leapt up.

"How can I refuse that offer," she grinned and gathered her things. The others followed and Hiccup paused, looking around the room. Atali was staring stonily at him and he felt a shiver run down his spine. And he swore again that he wouldn't let the spoilt girl ruin Astrid's Prom.

oOo

"So you're a friend of Astrid Hofferson?"

There was a pause as Atali gave a small smile.

"Yes, we were friends," she said and then sighed.

"Were?"

"Yes. I'm sad to say she's changed. She boasted about how her Uncle was the great Finn Hofferson and then she started turning my friends against me. She's so manipulative and spiteful…"

"Really? That's certainly not the impression the studio gives…"

Atali thinned her lips.

"Well, I'm sorry to say they aren't going to tell the truth, are they? She's Finn Hofferson's niece so he's invested making her look good…"

"While you aren't." The question was sharp and Atali's green eyes widened.

"I just think it's unfair that everyone is saying how nice she is when she's actually a bitch and a manipulative calculating user," she argued.

"And yet you contacted 'Heindallr's Eye' to trash her, didn't you?" Dag-the interviewer-was staring challengingly into her face now. "If you were a friend, you wouldn't. But you aren't a friend. You're a vindictive bitch who is jealous of her and wants to ruin any chance she may have because she threatens your popularity!"

"NO!" Atali's tone was outraged but Dag cast a sideways look at the camera and grinned.

"And what you just said was a load of yak dung, wasn't it?" Dag persisted. "In fact, you found out that Astrid Hofferson was related to Fearless Finn by accident and invited her to be your friend and join your clique. You expected access to 'Son of Odin' immediately but instead, there was a brawl at your school Valentines Dance and you cast Astrid out. Some of your friends didn't like how you treated her and left you. And you're furious because you never even knew she was actually in the film until the first trailer came out! And you were suspended from school for lying and cyber-bullying Astrid and her boyfriend. So I advise my watcher to disregard anything this lying ho says and go see the film!" Then he turned to Atali. "I think we're done here, liar!"

Atali flung herself to her feet and almost lunged at him but he armed himself with an Incredible Hulk and a four foot Toothless plushie and she backed away as he yodelled furiously.

"No one will see this piece of trash!" she yelled. "And if you put this out, I'll sue!"

"You do understand what a 'live stream' is?" he asked her as she screamed in frustration and stormed out. Sighing, he looked back at the camera. "And so, we come to the end of this week's exciting broadcast. Be sure to like and subscribe to Heimdallr's Eye! I'm watching you!" And then he cut the feed.

"You okay, man?" Tuff asked, popping his head round the door from his bathroom. Dag ran his hands through his spiky fair hair.

"You warned me she was like a Red Death with indigestion but honestly…I couldn't even pretend to like her…" he complained. "You heard her tone? She couldn't wait to put the boot into your friend…"

"I'm just glad you called me," Tuff said honestly. "Astrid is a good person. Decent, kind and brave. She was an outcast for years until they saw her Uncle pull up to collect her when her Mom was seriously ill. And it was disgusting how they plotted to manipulate her and use her-then discard her."

"Your sis knows her, doesn't she?" Dag asked hopefully. "Maybe could I…?" Tuff sighed.

"I can ask Astrid…but she might want to clear it through her Uncle…or you could call Fearless Films yourself…because I'm sure Finn wouldn't mind the chance to put the record straight. And help his niece feel better. Atali is a menace." Dag looked at the plushie in his hand and sighed.

"No argument there," he admitted. "Okay. I'll make the call. But could you put in a good word for me?" Tuff grinned.

"Thorston honour!" he said. Dag grinned.

"Is that even a thing?" he asked.

oOo

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Dag asked Astrid for the fifth time as she sat stiffly in an old armchair he had dragged into his bedroom/studio for his vlog. She pressed her lips together and gave a nod, her face solemn.

"My Uncle said it was okay," she said thoughtfully and then she sighed. "And he showed me the interview with Atali. I mean…that was so…vicious…"

"Typical Atali," Ruff commented from behind Dag, where Tuff and Hiccup were also standing. "I mean, I'm shocked her nose didn't take out the cameraman…"

"She did seem rather aggressive in her attack on your integrity," Dag commented as Astrid groaned and sat back.

"Why am I doing this?" she asked. "Won't this just look petty and mean?"

"Or maybe it will look like I've got an exclusive with the unexpected mystery woman in 'Son of Odin'. And if you come across as a decent, humble person then who is Atali to say anything else?" Dag suggested and then he frowned. "Maybe you want your boyfriend with you?"

"NO!" Hiccup yelped.

"Hmm…" Astrid hummed, her azure gaze seeing him blush and dip his head.

"Hic-cy! Hic-cy! Hic-cy!" the twins chanted, both flinging their arms in the air while Hiccup groaned.

"I really don't think anyone wants to see me," he reminded them and then sighed. "I will be just here-but this is yours, Milady. Your hard work. Your talent. Your beauty. Please accept the plaudits you have earned. I don't want to even be seen to try to steal any of your credit." There was a pause and then Astrid rose and walked to face him, grabbing his tee-shirt and pulling him into a fierce kiss, her fingers threading through his auburn locks. Finally, she released him, dazed and thoroughly kissed.

"You are the sweetest, most selfless, most decent, most handsome guy I know," she breathed. "Thank you."

"Awwww!" the twins said, weirdly in unison and even Dag had to wipe a tear from his eye.

"You know, I'm gonna destroy Atali Winger," he promised as he got into position and then smiled. "Astrid-talk to me as if I was Tuff or Hiccup. I'm here to let you show the person they know-the person they care for and like…" Then he winked. She managed a small smile as Dag cued himself in.

"And now-welcome to a special edition of Heimdallr's Eye and I am super pumped to have with me-the Valkyrie herself, Astrid Hofferson! Welcome to my little cave, Astrid!"

"Thanks for having me, Dag. And I love the decor here!" Dag grinned.

"Thank you! So apart from being the mysterious Valkyrie in 'Son of Odin', you're also a High School Senior, right?" he checked.

"Yes, Dag. I'm in my last couple of months at Berk High." Dag winked.

"So you must be popular, right?" he asked and Astrid shook her head.

"High School is…complicated," she explained and then she chewed her lip. "When I started, not that long after…my Dad died. I had to take time out and when I got back…I was kind of a pariah. Most people referred to me as Nerdstrid because I valued my grades. And I guess I wasn't the most welcoming because I was hurt and sad and people were kinda…cruel. So I got on with life…until the start of February when Mom was taken sick and my Uncle had to collect me from school."

"Your uncle being-Fearless Finn Hofferson, owner of Fearless Films, Berk's very own film studio?" Dag prompted her. She nodded.

"No one knew he was my uncle," she admitted. "I mean, he was very busy and to be honest, Mom and he weren't on great terms after we lost Dad. But he was so kind and caring when Mom was ill. He looked after me, he visited Mom with no expectation she would see him and he collected me from school. He was…and is…amazing. And he and Mom smoothed out their misunderstandings from when we lost Dad and he became a big part of our life once more." Her smile was brilliant and genuine.

"So you didn't really talk about him to your friends?" he checked.

"What friends?" she asked him dryly. "I really wasn't joking about the pariah bit. I was about as popular as a double dose of Eel Pox. The only person who was my friend is Hiccup-my boyfriend. Until I returned after my Mom was in hospital and suddenly all the Populars and Jocks wanted to be my friend. They'd seen Finn and put two and two together."

Dag rolled his eyes.

"You know, if Fearless Films ever want to make a Teen RomCom, you're pretty much the story,' he commented with a knowing wink to the camera. "So how did you get to be a Valkyrie?" She smiled.

"It was on Valentines-Finn took me on a visit to the set before the dance in the evening," she explained. "It was just meant to be a treat, to see how they made films…and meet Dane. But when we arrived, the actress meant to fill the costume didn't show and Finn asked me if I would stand in. There were very good reasons why they needed the shot finished that day. So I agreed-because it would help Finn. I was scared stiff, to be honest. I mean, what did I know about acting in a film? But the other actors-the proper actors-were so lovely and supportive and I just did what I was told. I was so relieved when they said 'cut' and the shooting was finished. So I thought that was it."

"But it wasn't?" Dag prompted her. She shook her head.

"At the Valentine's Dance, there was…a disagreement. The Populars and Jocks objected when I danced with Hiccup-who isn't counted as either, despite it being my choice who I dance with. Atali's date punched Hiccup and in the end, half of her group came home with us when we were all kicked out of the dance." She blushed, "Not my finest hour but it just confirmed my suspicions that they only wanted to be friends with me for my famous uncle. It was sad but in the people Hiccup took home when he gave me a lift, I found a group of friends who were more honest and decent than any of the people the school looked up to. So when Finn asked me back to the set, I asked if they could come. He was happy to oblige and when we got there, I found he and Dane had asked me to do a little more as the Valkyrie-and all my friends got to take part as well as extras in the battle scene. And it was our secret-though maybe less now…" And she blushed but Dag grinned at her.

"So you never told anyone about that either?" he checked.

"Why should we?" Astrid replied calmly. "It was a kind act from my uncle and I hope my friends didn't feel self-conscious or embarrassed…"

"We didn't!" Ruff yelled from out of shot and Dag chuckled.

"For the record, three of her friends are here to support Astrid," he revealed. "And now…it seems your role was expanded so you're even in the promotional posters…" She dipped her head.

"I asked Finn not to do it but he asked me if I would because his publicists said it would balance the image," she shrugged. "Only my friends knew about the film until…well the trailer came out."

"And you looked awesome in it!" Dag assured her. "So did they give you special training to use the axe? Or walk like a Valkyrie?" At that, Astrid looked up and her expression was determined.

"I am a Berkian Hooligan!" she reminded him. "I learned to use the axe when I was an Elementary School kid! And I always walk like that!"

Dag burst out laughing.

"You know, I don't doubt it," he chuckled. "And no one would ever doubt a true Berkian wouldn't be able to wield an axe like a Valkyrie!" Then he nodded. "So what next?"

"Prom,' she told him honestly. "Graduation. College."

"Any more films?" Dag asked her and she sighed, then shook her head.

"I never set out to even be in one," she admitted. "It's like a dream but reality awaits. Life awaits. Who knows what the future can bring but my Dad always taught me to plan ahead, work hard and try my best. So I have a career planned, a normal life planned. I'm never saying never but I have no ambitions in that direction. All I want is to go to Prom with my boyfriend and look forward to finishing school and then summer with my friends, my Mom and my Uncle." Dag nodded.

"You know, I for one would love to see you in something else," he admitted.

"You should see me in the 'Son of Odin' first," she advised him. "I could be useless! I know trailers always pick out the best bits because they want people to see the film-and I know that Finn will produce an awesome film but that's down to Dane and Thorbjoern rather than anything I did…" Dag winked.

"Astrid Hofferson-Valkyrie, High School Senior and I have to say, definitely the only person who should be Berk High's Prom Queen!-thanks for talking to me today. That's all from Heimdallr's Eye for today. Don't forget to like and subscribe and watch for more specials on the amazing upcoming 'Son of Odin'. May Thor be with you!"

And he nodded as the light on the camera went out so that Astrid sagged in her seat. Hiccup grinned and walked forward to crouch by her.

"You were awesome," he told her as she wrapped her arms around him.

"I seriously hate all this,' she murmured as he hugged her back.

"But you were completely honest and I know who I believed,' he reminded her.

"You're biased," she reminded him, nuzzling his neck. He ghosted a kiss onto her hair.

"Probably," he admitted. "But I would suggest you take your own advice. This may well be the only time you get to do something like this. So treasure the experience-and the kindness of Dag and your friends. File it away for the future. Maybe one day, in the future, your children will see 'Son of Odin' and you may have to explain why the Valkyrie looks a lot like Mommy."

"I'll let you explain that," Astrid mumbled. Hiccup's jaw dropped.

"Um…what?" he mumbled as the twins burst out laughing.

"You've broken him again!" Ruff chuckled as Astrid leaned in to kiss the dumbfounded Hiccup. Tuff and Dag high-fived.

"That was the best interview I've done," Dag confessed. "Thanks, T." But Tuff leaned closer and fist-bumped him.

"Thanks, Dag," he said seriously. "Now we can see what Atali does. Because you've issued her a challenge. And any move on her part will be seen for what it truly is." He looked over to his sister and she nodded. "Prom tickets go on sale tomorrow."

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Face Value Chapter Twenty Four

TWENTY FOUR.

"So are you looking forward to the Prom?"

Astrid looked up at Heather's words and considered as she changed for gym. Pausing to tie her laces, she flipped her braid over her shoulder and gave a smile.

"I think I'm actually looking forward to it." she said, analysing her feelings. "I mean, if you had asked me about two months ago, I would have stared at you for talking to me in public and scoffed at the thought of going…but now…" She smiled again. "Now, I would be heartbroken to miss going to Prom with my boyfriend and my BFF and all of my friends. Through no fault of my own, I've lost so much in this school. But somehow, my Mom's illness has brought me the chance for a boyfriend, friends, Prom…all the normal things."

Heather studiously retied her laces, thinking hard. She had been watching Atali carefully and she was profoundly suspicious of the red-haired girl's motives.

"I'm looking forward to going too-especially with Fishlegs," she admitted. "He's such a good guy-and he's really sweet. Have you thought about your dress yet?" Astrid smiled.

"I have possibly had a look at a couple of possibilities," she confessed. "Finn has insisted that he's paying but I don't want to abuse the offer…" Heather chuckled.

"Abuse away!" she advised her friend. "You only get Senior Prom once and you certainly deserve this…" And then she stopped, for a couple of the girls were sniggering away at the other side of the changing room. Frowning, she straightened up and glared at them. "What's so funny?" she asked. The girls gave her a pitying look.

"You think Atali will let either of you go to the Senior Prom?" the shorter dumpier one asked.

"What's it to do with her?" Heather asked pointedly. Her friend-a short mousy-haired girl with dimples-rolled her eyes.

"She's head of the Prom committee," she said.

"But she's not in charge of Prom," Heather pointed out. "She can't refuse to let Seniors attend just because she doesn't like them!"

"She can do what she wants-she's in charge!" the mousy-haired girl said arrogantly. "If you're not her friend, you won't be going-and that includes you, Astrid. You may think you're special-but she's going and you're not!" Blue eyes narrowing, Astrid straightened up,

"We'll see about that!" she growled and looked over at Heather, who was looking aghast. "Come on-we'll get this sorted out…" But Heather grabbed the irate blonde and hauled back as the other girls walked off towards the gym, laughing.

"Asti-you can't," she hissed. Looking infuriated and betrayed, Astrid looked at her friend.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because she's done nothing," Heather reminded her. "You think this isn't what Atali wants? Why would she tell two 'nobodies'?" Astrid opened her mouth to protest. "Look-Elin and Helena aren't anywhere near the kind of girls that Atali would embrace into her confidence-but she knew those two wouldn't wait to spill the beans…"

"So we speak to someone and stop her…" Astrid protested.

"She hasn't done anything…yet…" Heather repeated. "And accusing Atali would just be seen as petty and spiteful. Atali would play innocent and it would give her a perfect excuse to turn people against you. They'd say you were trying to frame her out of spite…" She sighed and her green eyes darkened. "You have to wait until the tickets come out-and then you buy them. If they refuse to sell you a ticket-then you have them. But until then…you have to wait…"

"But we know she's planning to exclude us…" Astrid protested, her eyes flashing with anger. Heather paused-and then smiled.

"And we know," she hissed. "So we carry on as normal. We smile. We treat Atali as we have been-polite blanking. And we buy tickets on the first day of sale for the Prom. And if anyone refuses, we have them. We know that-and so do they."

"So why…?" Astrid asked, breathing hard.

"Because she wants you to put yourself in the wrong and then she can swoop in as the wounded party and regain her fans," Heather told her. The blonde stilled and stared at her, aghast.

"What?"

"That's how she thinks," Heather told her urgently. "She's a bitch but ruthless." Shaking her head, Astrid looked appalled.

"How-how can I possibly hope to deal with that?" she asked quietly-but Heather rested a hand on her shoulder.

"You don't-we do," she assured her friend. "Keep your head and we will beat her-together. I already have people working on it…" Astrid glanced at her suspiciously.

"You do?" Heather smiled.

"It's all in hand," she assured her friend. "Now let's go play Dodgeball…"

oOo

A tall man walked through the hallways of Berk High, a cap covering his blond hair and shading his handsome face. He made his way to the Principal's Office and spent five minutes with Mala Queen before heading out once more. Smiling, he rubbed his beard and then walked along the hallway until he reached the classroom he had been told was where his friends were working. Calmly, he knocked on the door and then opened it.

Inside the classroom, Mr Throk looked up at the tall shape. He frowned, not recognising the newcomer, though every student in the class did. Hiccup nudged Astrid who glanced up-and her eyes widened.

"Can I help you?" he asked in his deep, serious voice. Dane looked up and nodded.

"I apologise for interrupting your class but I have permission from your Principal to take Hiccup Haddock and Astrid Hofferson out of school for a few hours," he said calmly and offered a smile. Throk frowned.

"Are you a relative?" he asked as Dane grinned.

"More like a family friend-though I am acting on behalf of Astrid's Uncle," he said. "I mean, tonight I'm round with Hiccup's father and Godfather and Astrid's Uncle for Pizza Night and a 'Guess my Vegetable' special…."

"Actually, I heard Dad muttering about ordering in from 'Lars Ribs and Chops' tonight," Hiccup offered. "Probably means the poor delivery guy will be staggering up to the door with half a yak, all smothered in 'Lars' special spicy sauce' and with one tiny side salad to assuage Dad's conscience and his permanent issues with his weight." Dane chuckled.

"I'll ask him to order two salads so I can reassure my trainer I didn't eat a meal consisting of 100% meat smothered in spicy sauce," he muttered conspiratorially. Throk cleared his throat.

"Ah. I can see you may be a suitable person," he conceded. "But why is the entire class taking pictures of you?" Dane offered his hand.

"I'm Dane Olsen," he introduced himself. The teacher took his hand.

"Throk," he replied. "I'm sorry, I…" And then he frowned. "Are you that actor who recently made a picture about Thor?" Giving a slightly relieved smile, Dane nodded.

"Yes, I've just completed making 'Son of Odin' and that's why…"

"It's a good subject," Throk said seriously. "I just hope you didn't treat the subject frivolously…" Dane chuckled.

"Oh no-we take the subject very seriously," he assured the serious teacher, glancing over at Astrid and Hiccup, who had stuffed their belongings in their bags. "Now, can I take my favourite Valkyrie and Viking with me?' There was a gasp.

"Your what…?" a voice muttered at the back of the room that sounded suspiciously like Atali's.

"My co-stars," Dane said cheerfully as they rose. Then he wrapped an arm round each of their shoulders and looked up, smiling at the assembled class, all with phones up clicking pictures. "Smile," he said under his breath. After a moment, he nodded and glanced at the teacher. "Sorry to have disrupted your lesson, Mr Throk. And thank you for indulging me." Then he winked and steered the pair through the door and into the hallway. He sighed in relief and glanced at the teens.

"What's going on?" Astrid asked him directly, her eyes glittering. "Not that it isn't good to see you-but is there a problem?" Dane gave a smile.

"You should ask your friend Heather," he murmured. "Do you have lockers? Do High Schoolers still have lockers?" Hiccup nodded and led them in the direction of their lockers, while he glanced around the hall, his blue eyes flicking over the scene and taking every detail in.

"What has Heather done?" Astrid asked him firmly. Dane chuckled.

"You're a Valkyrie in real life as well," he noted as they reached the lockers. "She called Finn because she thought there may be some people who were trying to make you look bad. In fact she worried they may be trying an underhand campaign against you. So she suggested that we make sure that the same people realise they don't stand a chance against the Valkyrie, the saviour of the Son of Odin-and her paramour, who got a coda."

"Heather?"

"You know, if she wants a career in publicity, she's got great potential," Dane told her as she gathered what she needed from her locker. Hiccup gave her a smile and closed his locker.

"So what are we doing?" he asked as they turned to the main door.

"Some publicity shots and we need a couple of green screen shots of the Valkyrie on her steed," Dane confessed. "And Finn and I may have the First Trailer to show you…" Both teens stared at him in shock.

"Publicity shots and Trailers?" Hiccup asked as Dane led them to a very plush black SUV.

"In case anyone thinks you may not be welcome at the Prom," he said with a grin as he unlocked the car. Astrid took the front seat while Hiccup strapped himself in the back.

"I'm sorry," Astrid said quietly. "It's not fair that you should be involved in this petty nonsense…" Dane pulled out onto the road and headed for the Fearless Productions Campus at the edge of town. He harrumphed.

"You know, friends help friends," he told her. "And you stepped up and helped your Uncle and the film when they needed you. You turned out to be an outstanding hire and we had no qualms in allowing your friends extra parts. Your screen presence and your obvious chemistry with Hiccup added an extra nuance to the film and Finn and I feel the little coda is fully deserved. And if any of those jealous ninnies in your school feel you aren't good enough for their Prom-out of jealousy or some other imagined reason-then I am more than happy to help prove you are worth far more than they are!"

"Which we all know anyway," Hiccup put in. Dane smiled and glanced at the frowning girl.

"Astrid-I am not sure about your issues at school but one thing I definitely know: you are an amazing person and a talented actor," he told her. "It's one thing to cling to petty cliques in School but now, as you come up to graduation, you have to start growing up. You and Hiccup are mature and decent people: the people who seek to stymie your Prom are not. So I am happy to help prove your worth to them in terms that they can understand-so they have no basis for their prejudice. And to undermine those who would try to marginalise you."

"Wow," Hiccup murmured as the star changed lanes.

"Not always a hunk," Dane revealed. "Until I hit my growth spurt, I was called 'skinny' and 'sprat' so I know that it hurts being pushed aside and treated like an outsider. So I am more than happy to help-especially as Finn and Stoick are such great people." Then Astrid smiled.

"Thanks," she said slowly, glancing back at Hiccup. The auburn-haired teen was smiling.

"You don't have to face problems alone," he reminded her. "So many people who got the chance to get to know you all think the same: that you are an amazing person who deserves the best that life can offer you. And that anyone who wants to undermine or marginalise you deserves everything they get!" Dane chuckled.

"Now that's a Viking who deserves his Valkyrie," he commented as they passed security and headed towards the main building. "Okay, so let's go over what we're doing today…"

oOo

The following day, Hiccup gathered his friends together and asked them all for a huge favour. When he explained what he was asking, he was met with a wall of indifference and some outright hostility. But for once, he wasn't standing back and he determinedly told them that he would go ahead, with or without their help, since he was the person far worst harmed by the actions of the person he wanted to help. That if he could see past that and want to make an effort to forgive, then that was his prerogative. In the end, everyone had agreed to help and went over the plan again.

When lunchtime came around, the Populars and Jocks occupied their usual table but Heather diverted Atali to ask some questions about the Prom. And while she was away, there was a pause-and then Snotlout limped up to the table. Predictably, Eret and Thug looked up and sneered.

"Push off, shorty," Eret sneered. Thuggory sneered and Moomin-a round, solid guy with a huge bulbous nose, pale skin and eyes and lank pale blond hair-made to rise. Until Astrid stalked up and planted herself right by his seat, folding her arms and glaring at him in a very Valkyrie-like manner. Instantly, he subsided, stared at the table and slumped back in his seat. Simultaneously, Dagur slid into he seat by Eret, leaning close and murmuring a warning in his ear while Fishlegs sat by Thuggory. The black-haired Football star opened his mouth to sneer a comment when the husky boy leaned close and said, in a very mild voice:

"Don't make me cross."

Thuggory paled and sat back in his seat, clamping his mouth shut. He knew the story: everyone did. Because Fishlegs was an oddity, a huge, hulking guy who clearly harboured a lot of power under his rather pudgy exterior and an incredibly kind and mild-mannered personality. But there was an edge, buried deeply under the timidity and decency that had been exposed only once, when a gang of four Senior Footballers had decided they were stupid enough to want to pick on the husky and quiet Sophomore. And they had been cruel-very cruel-and persistent and personal. They had pushed and pushed until he made a final plea:

"Don't make me cross."

But they hadn't listened and then they learned why Fishlegs was so mild-mannered and careful: he had a dark side. And when they pushed him way beyond the line he could endure, he turned. And went absolutely full Berserker. Thuggory had seen it-all the Footballers and Jocks had. And Fishlegs had beaten up the four bigger and older Footballers and the teacher who had been unwise enough to try to stop the fight by trying to pin him in a headlock, rather than in the correct manner of standing back and ordering him to stop, which Mr Grimborn had done with complete success.

The Footballers had been suspended for bullying and Mr Mildew had been moved to his long-overdue retirement (to the relief of all the students and pretty much everyone on the faculty as well) but Fishlegs had been given two 'medical' days off with no suspension or even detention. And that was due entirely to the testimony of the twins and Hiccup Haddock, who had watched the entire incident and had told the truth, rather than supporting the 'Jock' line that the attack was unprovoked. It had probably not helped his case when he suffered his own injury about six months later in the eyes of the Jocks though almost certainly, it had eased his passage into the nerd group comprising Fishlegs and Tuffnut. The School, it seemed, knew all about Fishlegs's rare Berserker rages and had been completely convinced by his Psychiatrist, Psychologist and complete cooperation with every intervention available. And the fact he had done everything to avoid conflict until he was backed into a corner with no other way out. It was a lesson that the four bullies learned to their cost but which wasn't explicitly spoken of since.

But no one ever forgot that you shouldn't make Fishlegs cross.

"Mindy," Snotlout said, his tone uncertain and vaguely pleading. He was looking self-conscious and uncertain-very unlike his usual self. She looked up, her expression uncertain as well but also exasperated.

"Should I call Atali?" Tora asked, reinstated in her position in the Popular girls. Ruffnut slid in-between her and the equally undeserving Kari-and draped her arms around their shoulders.

"You wanna shut up and let the grown ups talk, babies?" she asked pointedly. "Mindy can call for help if she wants-but I get the impression she's not being given any choice. And it should be her choice, shouldn't it-hmm? But I get the impression you have all been blocking any attempts to allow Snotty even speak to her. What are you afraid of?"

"Not you!" Kari said with spirit. Ruff chuckled.

"Never wash your hair at school again," she murmured. "Unless you want it orange or falling out…" Kari's eyes widened. "Now hush. Grown ups speaking."

"What do you want, Snot?" Mindy asked in a resigned voice as the boy took a small pace forward.

"I wanted to talk, to apologise," he said honestly, his voice softer than his usual brash tone. "I'm not in a good place now, no matter how I pretend. I'm aware I've lost the only thing that I was any good at-and through the rules of the clique I led, I lose my friends as well. And I have to tell you, it's pretty shitty. I never realised what it was like but now I do. I'm stupid as mutton so I'm not going to graduate with you guys-though I will after Summer School-and I won't be going to College for Football or anything else. And the worst thing is, it's all my own fault."

Mindy stared at him and gave an almost imperceptible nod.

"I wasn't kind to you when we went to Muttonhead's," Snotlout continued in a gush. "I wanted to get away from it and I find my cousin there, wooing his girlfriend and making me feel like such a heel and-and a loser. He can sing and play and he's smart and kind and I'm none of those. But I really really like you, Mindy. You're the best girl here-in my opinion. You're pretty and kind and patient. You're strong and calm. You put up with my idiocy and stood by me. And you kept in touch when I was off injured, even when everyone else dropped me like week-old yak dung. And I feel so bad that I couldn't stop myself being an ass when I wanted to tell you how much you mean to me."

Mindy's mouth dropped open.

"You are literally the only girl I ever had eyes for-I know I flirt but no one holds a patch to you. And I was insensitive because that was all for show. I sent cheesy cards to everyone because it was expected. But the only person I wanted a reply from was you. I refused Atali in Freshman Year because the only person worth being with was you. And I am so sorry I made you feel bad and ruined your evening. And the only thing I can offer in recompense is my own offer…"

Hiccup surreptitiously slid in and thumbed the music on. He had downloaded it from a karaoke site and had spent an interminable time trying to coax the song and phrasing into Snotlout's thick skull. But he smiled and gently sang along to support his cousin as Snotlout stared into Mindy's eyes and sang the words with as much sincerity as he could manage.

"My first, the last, my everything

And the answer to all my dreams

You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star

My kind of wonderful, that's what you are

I know there's only, only one like you

There's no way they could have made two

You're all I'm living for, your love I'll keep forevermore

First, you're the last, my everything…"

Mindy covered her mouth and her eyes shone. Snotlout gave a small smile and pulled a chair forward.

"For obvious reasons, I cannot kneel so I'm doing the next best thing,' he explained and knelt his good leg on the seat of the chair while keeping his plastered leg straight. "Mindy-you are the girl I love. I want to apologise for everything. I really really like you and have done all the way through-and I would be immensely honoured if you would do me the honour of going to the Prom with me."

Mindy looked into his face and for a long moment, there was silence. And then finally, she spoke.

"I'm sorry," she said and for a second, Snotlout looked crushed but remained stock still, resolved to face up to the rejection and take it like a man. Then she turned her head to stare at Thuggory. "I'm going to have to turn you down, Thug. Because Snot is right-I'm his girlfriend and honestly, a decent person wouldn't almost bully me into coming to the Prom as his date while actively blocking every attempt of my boyfriend to speak to me so we could reconcile. I don't want to go with you, Thug. Why would I? You're not my boyfriend, just a hanger on. And for you to pretend that we can go to the crowning social event of High School and shoehorn yourself into Snot's place because he's hurt his leg is disgusting." Then she turned back to look at Snotlout, who was looking stunned. "And I would be honoured to go to the Prom with you, Simon!"

Giving a huge grin, Snotlout scrambled up and gave Mindy a hug and a kiss.

"Thanks," he whispered as she smiled.

"That was the sweetest thing you ever did," she murmured as he rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously.

"I had help," he confessed ashamedly. "I swallowed my pride and asked Hiccup. Because he understands how to talk to a girlfriend and be…well, a good boyfriend. I'm an idiot, Mindy. The things I was taught to value are cool but they don't always make you happy and certainly not when things aren't looking so good. My Dad isn't a good role model-so I looked for a better one." Mindy glanced over at the tall, auburn-haired shape who ducked his head and moved to Astrid's side.

"Good choice!" Mindy whispered as there was a sudden gasp.

"What's going on here?" Atali asked, her voice sneering. "Mindy-what are you doing with that loser? Didn't we talk about it?"

"No," Mindy told her suddenly. "You talked. Over me. You didn't listen. You blocked Snot's number on my phone and refused to let me talk to him. You got the others to keep him away. And like an idiot, I listened to you-even though I could feel it was wrong. After all, you've never had a proper boyfriend-have you? Just people you use for show. And where is Ryker Grimborn now? I know you haven't heard from him since the Valentines Fiasco!"

"You…"

"I'm going to the Prom with Snotlout, Atali," Mindy told her. "He's my boyfriend and it's my choice. Not yours…" Atali grabbed at her arm.

"We've talked about this," the red-haired girl said through gritted teeth. "We're double-dating Eret and Thuggory…"

"You mean Eret who's actually gay and Thuggory who's a smarmy lecher and isn't either of our boyfriend? No thanks!" Mindy told her sharply. "I'm going with my boyfriend. It means you can go with two guys neither of whom has any interest in you and neither of whom is your boyfriend!"

Atali glared at her, her scornful green gaze sweeping over the assembled students. She jerked her head to summon Tora and Kari and both obediently rose.

"If that's what you want, then of course you can bring who you want," she told Mindy scornfully. "But I know what this is." Her glare landed hatefully on Hiccup and Astrid and her fists clenched. "You're ruining my Prom. You're trying to undermine me and break my friends apart. Guess what? It won't work. Because you two are never going to be allowed to come to my Prom!"

And with that, she snatched her bag, beckoned to her two remaining followers and marched out.

oOo

A/N: Acknowledgements -'My First, My Last, My Everything' Writer(s): Tony Sepe, Barry White, Peter Sterling Radcliffe.

[harrypanther]

Face Value Chapter Twenty Three

TWENTY THREE:

Ruff had succeeded in her job of taking some excellent videos of the performances and she and Fish had posted them on BerkBook. Neither Hiccup nor Astrid had been aware this had been in the plan but they managed to laugh at their performances-and Astrid made Hiccup watch himself perform, pointing out he actually looked like a rock star with his wild auburn mop and searing emerald eyes.

"And I hope you realise that they're only for you," he pointed out, smiling.

"Good answer," she murmured, squeezing his hand.

Ingrid, Finn and Stoick had been shown the videos and they all agreed that the surprise had been amazing and that Hiccup and his friends had been astonishing in their skill. They also agreed that Astrid's response was pitch perfect and that the teens were a sweet couple and deserved each other. Hiccup spent Saturday evening over with Astrid, Ingrid and Finn and Stoick had come round as well, joining his old friend and having what for all intents and purposes was a good old-fashioned family meal together. Afterwards, Finn and Stoick had retired to the living room with beers and Ingrid had bustled round to tidy up then retired to let the teens spend time together in the kitchen.

"You know, I was scared I would mess it up and you would drop me like the worthless loser I am," Hiccup told her, his tone dry. She sighed and shook her head.

"You doofus!" she scolded him. "That was the best surprise that I ever had. And you kept the fact that you're a kick-ass musician from me!" He gave a small chuckle.

"I'm not that good-I just play for fun,' he murmured.

"Interesting choice of songs," she commented. He blushed.

"I play what I like-and Dad and Gobber have had some serious influences on my musical tastes," he confessed. "Besides, classics are classics because they're really, really good and stand the test of time."

"You changed the words to 'Angels'!" she pointed out and he sipped his hot chocolate-Stoick had made his special chocolate for the teens and Ingrid as a thanks for the invitation-before smirking.

"I prefer Valkyries," he murmured. "More precisely…you! And no one minded…"

"Ruff muttered but you're right," Astrid confessed. "And it was very sweet."

"Well, you made me into a Viking and gave me a coda…so the least I could do was to serenade you and try to tell you how much you mean to me,' he explained. "I mean, you have stood by me through some of the worst days of my life and you just light up my day. And I'm sorry this sounds a bit pathetic and needy but it's all true. I can never apologise for how I treated you when you first arrived and how I should have made up for it sooner…" She leaned forward and rested her forehead against his.

"Hiccup-we both know I wasn't ready to accept anything until I was ready," she told him honestly. "And maybe it took Mom's illness and Finn's return to give me this chance. But what stuck was that you asked if I was okay. You knew I looked sad. And it was so telling that you were the only person who noted. I neglected you as well, you know. It was my fault that you ended up in that dumpster. I gave them the opportunity and you ended up hurt. And I never wanted that. Ever."

"I think we both needed the push," he smiled. "And I will never regret stepping up at the Valentine's Dance because you needed me and I had to be there for you!"

"You are so sappy," she told him. "But I was so happy that you came when I needed rescuing…" And then she smiled. "You know that I want you to be my date at the Prom?" His eyes widened and he gasped.

"Me?' he checked and then he pulled back to look into her face. "Are you sure? I mean, I was kicked out of the last dance I was at for fighting. I'm a scrawny auburn fishbone and you are the sizzling Valkyrie and soon-to-be film star! And…I would love to." She gave a relieved sigh.

"I thought you were about to turn me down!" she mumbled. He quickly kissed her.

"I am completely honoured," he reassured her. "I just had to give you the chance to reconsider your offer before you were landed with a hopalong Hiccup as your date."

"You mean my sizzling, smart, sassy, singing boyfriend?" she teased him. He chuckled.

"Still not sizzling but I get the idea," he winked. "Now…Milady…what shall we do now?"

oOo

Atali and Mindy returned to school the following week and when they had walked into the Hallway, both had expected the immediate recognition and adulation they had basked in prior to their suspension. Yet the crowds had been indifferent and the two Senior had been forced to shove their way through, the bustling junior students treating them like normal students. Especially when they looked up as Astrid, Heather and Ruff walked in, followed by Hiccup, Tuff and Fishlegs. Atali's face had twisted in anger at the looks of admiration and smiles that appeared at the sight of the Seniors. Heather had paused and spoken to a young, upset-looking Sophomore that Atali wouldn't have given the time of day to, leaving the younger girl smiling and looking less unhappy. So the two returnees had planted themselves firmly in the middle of the Hallway in the path of the friends.

Ruff sized them up and down in less than a second and flipped them off.

"Hi Atali-got a new job as a Hallway pillar?" she asked. There were gasps.

"Is that any way to treat a friend?" Atali asked her sharply, her eyes hard with anger. She hated being ignored and if she had to start a fight in the middle of the Hallway to make herself the centre of attention once more, then she was more than prepared to do it. Though Ruff wouldn't have been her choice of opponent.

"Not seeing a friend, to be honest," the female twin snarked back. "Just a nasty vicious spiteful lying self-centred needy bitch who dumps on the people she surrounds herself with and uses them to validate a narrative that bears no resemblance to real life or to your lacking people skills, personality or intelligence!" There were more gasps as Hiccup stood behind Astrid.

"Did Atali really challenge Ruff?' he murmured.

"I think she hoped to get me first," she replied softly. "But I know that Ruff has been spoiling for this fight."

"You know, you should be thanking me for taking you on, you weird skank!" Atali sneered. "You're strange looking, you have insane taste in clothes and you can't appreciate what good fortune you have in being friends with the most beautiful and cultured student in the school!"

"Except that ain't you!" Ruff snarked, folding her arms and staring hard at Atali. "Astrid is far prettier than you-always has been. You have all the culture of a tub of cottage cheese and none of the appeal. You are the boringest student in the school with no opinion and just a vacant echo of whatever influencer or pop star you idolise this week and you're spiteful and shallow. You only wanted to befriend Astrid because you thought she had a famous relative-after years of treating her like dirt and telling everyone she was cheap and worthless-despite her patently being prettier, more interesting and smarter than you. And what a surprise! When you 'generously' welcomed her to the group, she showed you up for the phoney you are. And you were so jealous that when the Valentine's Dance came round, you couldn't handle it. You had to bring some big I am to the Dance, a guy who was a total ass and who tried to force someone who didn't want to dance with him. And you harangued her when she didn't want to dance with your date! You are pretty messed up! You couldn't wait to support Snot's lies, you told people to bully and troll Hiccup and Astrid and you got suspended for basically being such an evil bitch. And by then, you'd already lost half your friends for your vicious behaviour!"

The gasps were louder and you could have heard a pin drop. Atali's face was red with anger and her green eyes flashed. Then she looked past Ruff.

"Heather," she said in a sickeningly sweet voice. "You'll help me out…" The raven-haired girl looked surprised.

"Excuse me?' she asked.

"We were friends from the start of Freshman Year and you were a loyal and good friend," Atali said, her tone whining. "You can see I was undermined and betrayed but this weirdo and that treacherous Astrid…"

"My original best friend whose friendship I maintained despite you wanting me to cut her off as a rival from when she had to take time out of school after her father tragically died?" Heather asked sharply, standing shoulder to shoulder with the blonde. She suddenly felt an overwhelming desire to wipe the slate clean for once and get all her frustration off her chest. "What kind of evil bitch ostracises someone who has just lost her Dad and tries to make everyone blank her just so they can be the top dog? A decent person would be kind to someone who had lost a parent so tragically. Instead…you chose to be callous and a total bitch."

"But I welcomed you! You owe me! You must help me make up my work and succeed and…" Atali protested.

"I don't have to do anything," Heather told her bluntly. "I've found much better friends, true friends who support you through good and bad. And if you asked for assistance to catch up, I would consider it. But there is nothing I have to do."

"And you! You treacherous bitch!" Atali sneered, rounding on Astrid. "I welcomed you to my circle…"

"Because you wanted to get your hands on my Uncle, who you found out was famous," Astrid told her calmly. "So after three years of treating me like dirt, you suddenly decided you wanted into my life because you might get to see the inside of a Movie Set. How shallow are you? You expected everything immediately, treated me like a servant and there was always the feeling that I was a second class citizen…" Her blue eyes hardened. "You really weren't subtle or patient. And I admit I was desperate for friendship…but even I could see it wasn't right and in the end, it was no challenge to decide that I choose people who really wanted to be friends rather than users like you."

Atali gaped and stared. The students were all wide-eyed. Mindy looked embarrassed and Eret and Thuggory-who were standing back-made no move to help Atali. Then Astrid shook her head.

"The bell's gone," she announced. "Some of us actually come here to learn, rather than just bitch and pose." And then she turned, brushed past Atali as if she was nothing and headed for her lessons. Hiccup didn't even spare the redhead a glance as he walked after his girlfriend and the Hallways rapidly emptied. Lips pursed, Atali glared after them.

"This isn't over," she swore.

oOo

"You don't think Atali will try to strike back at Astrid?" Ruff's voice was thoughtful as she sat opposite Heather in lunch. Astrid and Hiccup had headed out early for their AP English as they had an assignment they wanted to plan before the lesson started. The raven-haired girl frowned and then nodded.

"I think…it's inevitable," she confessed. "Look, we've been 'friends' with Atali for three years…" She mimed 'air quotes' around the word 'friends' as Ruff snorted in amusement.

"Friends being a loose term for 'people who may be of use to Atali at some point as long as they agree with her and flatter her a lot," Ruff put in. Heather nodded.

"We both know her whole worth is built on being what is expected of her as Queen Bee, as most popular girl…as Prom Queen…" she commented. "Atali had her entire High School career planned-and when Astrid arrived at school on day one, it was likely Atali would be thwarted until Asti lost her Dad. She's a ruthless bitch and the way she treated Astrid was cruel…but since Astrid had her chance, she showed that she's a much better person. This is Atali's last chance."

"And she'll use it to be small and venal," Ruff guessed. "She's on the Prom Committee, isn't she?" Heather nodded.

"And she'll use that to try to get back," Heather sighed.

"I thought that Prom was a School function, not Atali's personal party," Ruff commented. "And any attempt on her part to treat it like her personal event should be thwarted."

"But who is going to know? And who is going to stand up?" Heather sighed. Tuff popped up, handing candy bars to the two girls.

"I think it's our duty," he commented. Ruff punched his shoulder half-heartedly.

"But Atali isn't likely to just spill her plans to us," she pointed out. "I mean, I just chewed her a new one in the School Hallway."

"So we use a Trojan Horse," Tuff suggested. Heather frowned.

"What?" she asked. Tuff paused and took a big bite of his candy bar.

"We put someone on the Prom Committee who will feed back to us what she's up to," he explained and then looked around, leaning close and lowering his voice. "Justin."

"Justin?" Heather frowned.

"Justin," Tuff said knowingly. "I tutor him in Chemistry and have since last year. He's an okay guy who just wants to work in the cosmetics industry."

"He's the skinny guy, about seventy pounds dripping wet who's more camp than a summer in Camp Twilight Of The Gods who wanted to drape the Hallway in pink feathers for Valentines?" Heather checked as Tuff nodded.

"That's the one. I mean, how many Justins are there in a Viking-themed School like Berk High? Atali thinks he's wonderful because he does most of the work with no desire for any recognition," he explained. "He's very artistic and loves romance…hence, he wants to see the Astrid and Hiccy show…"

"We all want in on that one," Ruff commented, fist-bumping her twin. "Are you sure he would be up for this?" Tuff winked.

"He came up to me at Break and asked if I wanted him to feed back information," he revealed. "Astrid was really nice to him when Moomin and Boarnose started picking on him in Corridor E. After she's kicked their asses, of course…"

"Hey-when did that happen?" Heather asked with a frown.

"Friday lunchtime-when you were helping those three Freshman not have nervous breakdowns because they had been given 'Beowulf' to read over the weekend…" Tuff explained. "She sorted them out, dusted him down, helped him sort out his sheepskin vest and then walked him back to his class before she joined us for lunch."

"That would explain why Moomin was moaning so much in Viking History in the afternoon," Ruff commented unsympathetically. "I would have teased him more if I'd know he'd been beaten up by our own Valkyrie…" Heather frowned.

"Do you know when the publicity shots are coming out?" she murmured, lowering her voice. Ruff frowned.

"What are you planning?" she asked.

"Atali can scheme all she wants but she won't want to be the person who bars the Valkyrie from her own Prom," Heather murmured. She nodded. "Tuff-get Justin to act as our spy. I will contact Fearless Films and have a word with Finn. I don't want Astrid to be upset but I know her Uncle will want to help her have a perfect Prom with Hiccup."

"That's what we all want," Riff sighed and glanced over to Dagur, who was thumbing his way down his BerkBook feed. "Well that and getting aboard the Dagret train…" Heather rolled her eyes.

"You cannot force people to acknowledge what they are unless they want to," she sighed. "And my brother knows that." The twins shared a look.

"But what if there was?" Ruff asked. "I'll recruit Fishface as well-and then we can make sure that Astrid and Hiccy have a Prom to remember and your brother gets a shot at his happy ending…"

oOo

Quietly working in the library, Hiccup was so absorbed in the task at hand that he completely failed to notice someone coming up to him-until a familiar voice shattered his concentration.

"Um…Hiccup…could I have a word with you…please?"

He started and looked up at Snotlout's familiar stocky shape, his blue eyes piercingly fixated on the seated Hiccup, Straightening up, the auburn-haired teen swallowed.

"About what…Simon?" he asked guardedly. Snotlout chewed his lip and took a deep breath.

"Please…I just need your help," he said. Hiccup sagged.

"Everyone else turned you down, didn't they?" he guessed dryly. Snotlout scowled.

"Well, yes-but I'm not talking about tutoring," he admitted and Hiccup's eyes narrowed. Now he was perplexed.

"Then why are you here?" he asked.

"Please-could I sit down?" the stocky boy asked. "My leg does hurt and though I don't want to appear weak in front of the kids, I would hope you could understand that at least…" Mentally kicking himself, Hiccup gestured to the chair opposite and Snotlout manoeuvred himself to sit at an angle and look at his cousin.

"Okay-speak," Hiccup invited him, his tone guarded. He had experienced more than his fair share of Snotlout's unpleasantness and knew full well who had decided to trap him in the dumpster and who had pushed him down the stairs. Snotlout nodded.

"I…need your help, your advice with Mindy," he said quietly. Hiccup blinked in shock and stared: that was the last thing he expected to come from Hiccup's mouth.

"Um…not sure someone who's 'Useless' could have anything to offer you," he replied sarcastically. Snotlout scowled briefly before he forced his expression neutral.

"I'm sorry," he forced himself to say-and to Hiccup's ears, the words sounded very grudging. "That was a cruel thing to say. Because it's pretty obvious to everyone-including me-that you aren't useless. You are a smart guy. You understand this school stuff in a way I never will. You have friends who stick with you, no matter what. You've got a girlfriend who clearly really likes you. You're some freaking rock god, for Thor's sake! And what am I? Dumb as pond weed, no future at all left with my busted knee and now Mindy has dumped me." Hiccup frowned, inspecting Snotlout's face. There was a flicker of insight that was unusual as well as the overwhelming self-pity.

"I'm sorry," he said automatically. "I saw her storm out of Muttonhead's."

"She was really impressed at how you and the guys were playing and I…" Snotlout deflated, his shoulders slumping. "I was jealous. I kept bitching and she told me I was being an immature self-absorbed asshole and stormed out."

"Ah." Hiccup wasn't sure what else he could say. Snotlout rubbed his chin.

"I wanted to ask you if you could help me. Please," he asked quietly. "I-I don't know what to do. I've tried calling Mindy but she won't answer. I've texted her. I can't get close to her because Atali tells me I'm a waste of space. I-I don't know what to do. And you're smart and you seem to understand how this relationship thing works…" Hiccup gave a small, bitter laugh.

"You have no idea," he replied quietly, sitting back in his seat. Snotlout was about the last person he wanted to spend any time with, let alone bare any of his inner feelings to-but Hiccup could recognise an attempt at a genuine plea when he heard one. "I tried to communicate with Astrid for years but she brushed me off." Snotlout opened his mouth and then snapped it shut.

"So what happened?" he asked.

"She was angry and didn't want to listen," Hiccup told him neutrally. "But I didn't give up. I didn't get snarky. I just remained her friend until she decided to give me a chance." Snotlout frowned.

"That doesn't sound like a plan," he said accusingly.

"If someone doesn't want to talk to you, then you can't force them," Hiccup reminded him. "You can't force them to give you a chance."

"But Mindy has to," Snotlout protested. "I really really care for her. And I want to go to the Prom with her."

"Does she want to go with you?" Hiccup asked him.

"Of course!" his cousin responded immediately. "I mean-why shouldn't she? I'm awesome and handsome and…" Hiccup raised an eyebrow and Snotlout sighed. "I haven't asked her."

"So why should she want to go to the Prom with you?" Hiccup asked him carefully.

"Because she's my girlfriend," Snotlout answered as if it was obvious.

"Is she?" Hiccup asked him pointedly. "She may not think so. Not any more."

"But we've been together for years…" Snotlout commented. Rubbing his brow and wondering just how oblivious his cousin truly was, Hiccup sighed.

"You paired up because you were in the popular group," he pointed out. "But did you take her on dates, do anything special with her apart from in the group?"

"I gave her a Valentines card every year."

"You gave all the girls a Valentine's card-even Astrid, who binned it and called you out," Hiccup pointed out.

"I went to all the dances with her."

"And…"

"And I took her to the Bar," Snotlout said suddenly. His cousin blinked.

"Really? That is the only date you've taken her on?" he asked in astonishment. Snotlout reluctantly nodded. "And is it any wonder she's not convinced that she wants to be with you?" Eyes wide, Snotlout stared at him in shock.

"But I'm her boyfriend and we've been together since Freshman Year!" Snotlout protested.

"So that's an obligation? She can't change her mind?" Hiccup prompted him.

"But dumping a guy because he's had some bad luck? That's shallow!" Hiccup narrowed his eyes at the outraged tone that his cousin had used with no hint of irony.

"Your friends are shallow-as are you," Hiccup told him pointedly. "You dumped me when I was injured in an accident. It's hardly a shock they ditched you when you no longer were perfect…"

"But I'm just hurt, not crippled!" Snotlout protested as his cousin folded his arms and looked at him unsympathetically. He shouldn't have been surprised at the cruel words but they still stung-especially when he hadn't told Snot to go jump off a cliff as he should have.

"You think your gang of deep thinkers can tell the difference?" he asked pointedly Snotlout frowned.

"But I'm their leader!"

"Not any more, I think," Hiccup told him bluntly. "Atali has rejected you as have Thug and Eret. From what I saw, the rest of the Football team are blanking you-even though you insist on turning up to all the practices…"

"Well, my Dad told them I was still part of the team and the coaches…"

"Humoured him," Hiccup said quietly. "The Coach knows you're never playing again-for the school or in college. The team do as well-and good friends would make you feel included-but there seems to be a disease in this school which means the popular and sporty guys and girls treat anyone who isn't them as inferiors or nothing. Normal people don't behave like that."

"They're good with me…" Snotlout argued as Hiccup sighed.

"Whatever," he said suddenly, gathering his books. "You know what? I don't have time to listen to you delude yourself. Dagur's on the team, remember? I know exactly how things go down. Have fun." He rose and Snotlout suddenly looked alarmed.

"No-please don't go!" he begged. "Please, Hiccup…" The auburn-haired teen paused.

"Snotlout-I can't help you if you aren't honest with yourself, let alone me," he told his cousin.

"So that means you'll help me?" Snotlout said, jumping onto the words.

"Not without honesty-and maybe an apology for what you did," Hiccup told him, exasperated.

"But…"

"But what, Snotlout?" Hiccup asked him, glaring. "You have treated me badly since I suffered the loss of my leg in a fire. You and my friends all dumped me, you treated me like crap, you locked me in a freezing dumpster with no thought for the consequences, you and your friends ambushed me in the bathrooms and you shoved me down the stairs. You could have killed me-so why the Helheim should I lift a finger to help you? By all rights, you should have been expelled! Or at least suspended! Instead, you come here, still arrogant and entitled and deluding yourself and never owning what you yourself have done! If your relationship with Mindy is in trouble, it's because of how you have behaved towards her-or not behaved. But in the end, it's not my problem!"

"I'm sorry!" Snotlout spat. "Okay? I'm sorry!"

"Real sincere," Hiccup told him sarcastically. Snotlout opened his mouth…and then he shut it, his eyes glittering. He fiddled with his fingers and shifted in his seat. Finally, he looked up.

"I'm jealous of you," he said through gritted teeth. "Because all I am-I was-is bound up with being a jock, a sportsman. I mean, no matter what I tell myself, I'm not book smart and I will be lucky to graduate without summer school. I've lost my Scholarship and College place because…well, I won't play football again. When you got injured, we were pretty foul to you. But you made new friends, you remained a decent guy and you managed to make friends with Astrid. You're not bad looking, your Dad clearly likes you and she…well, she really likes you as well. Me-well, I lost everything. But I really like Mindy and I always wanted to go to Prom with her." He paused and looked up. "You never wondered why I wasn't going out with Atali-you know, Queen Bee and Football Captain type of thing? It's because I always liked Mindy. I turned Atali down-boy, she was pissed. And out of all the group, Mindy is the only one I wanted to keep in my life."

"And did you ever tell Mindy this?" Hiccup asked quietly. There was a pause and Snotlout shook his head.

"I'm not good with words," he explained sheepishly. "I kind of hoped she would know. And the others would just rib me if I said anything soppy." Hiccup sighed and sat back down.

"Word of advice: women like the soppy stuff…" Hiccup told him ironically. "You need to tell Mindy what you think and ask her-humbly and genuinely-if she would do you the honour of going to the Prom with you."

"I know Atali will want her to double date with her so they can go with Eret and Thug," Snotlout grumbled.

"Do you want my help or not?" Hiccup asked him as his cousin looked up. Snotlout nodded but sagged.

"Yes-but she won't even listen to me," he admitted in a defeated voice. Hiccup sighed, cursing himself. Snotlout had been a pain in his ass for most of his life: a bully, self-important, selfish and aggressive…but there had been moments when he had been good. And sometimes, Snot had been there, helping his skinny cousin and playing with him when others wouldn't Those moments had become fewer and fewer as they got older but there were still some that Hiccup could recall.

"Leave that to me," he told his cousin, seeing Snotlout stare at him in shock. "I have a plan."

[harrypanther]

The Treasure of Eyja Nott Chapter Twenty-Five: Turning The Screw

Twenty-Five: Turning the Screw

The view over the Harbour was spectacular from Harbour Heights, the only three Michelin-starred restaurant in the Archipelago. Perched on the very edge of the cliffs that loomed over Berk Harbour, the floor to ceiling windows displayed the magnificent vista and allowed all the patrons to enjoy the most spectacular backdrop to their meal. The restaurant was constructed in true Nordic style, minimalist with clean lines, neutral colours and quiet ambiance. A piano was playing softly in the background and the white-clad waiting staff glided elegantly between the tables, delivering drinks and food and removing used plates with precision and efficiency.

Hiccup glanced down over the Harbour and felt a small smile lift his lips, seeing the myriad of gold and white lights circle the water's edge, reflecting in the black waters. A quartet of ships were moored, their lights outlining their shapes and a cruise liner was pulling out of the Harbour though the deep water channel, gliding in an exaggerated 'S' through the sea stacks as she headed on her way to the next island on her itinerary. Wishing for a second that he was back on the Barf'n'Belch, sailing from port to port at the whim of the twins and pursuing their largely unsuccessful but fun careers as smugglers, Hiccup pulled his attention back to the present and lifted his glass of champagne to the women sitting opposite him.

Atali was looking smug. It was the only way to describe it. Her bright copper hair was wound in an elegant knot, high on her head and her green eyes glittered with triumph. A heavy diamond necklace glittered at her throat and a shimmering silver silk strapless dress sheathed her attractive form, the low cut front threatening to reveal more than Hiccup wished to see. Her manicured nails tinged on the crystal as she toyed with her own flute before she lifted it and gently clinked it against his.

"To us," she breathed in a sultry voice, her eyes searching his face. Dressed in a slim-fit black Tuxedo, black dress pants, patent shoes white shirt and deep red bow tie, his eyes were concealed by mirror glasses with plain lenses, for his excellent vision needed no augmentation. However, though the lenses had no tint, the mirror coating meant that Atali still couldn't stare into his eyes. Now he was embarked on the pathway to his vengeance, he was absolutely paranoid that he would be recognised and he was taking no chances.

"Good health," he murmured, rejecting the presumption on her part. She smiled and sipped the dry bubbly liquid, her blood red lips curving in a small smile.

"Here's hoping," she murmured as the waiter refilled their glasses. Iced sparkling water was poured as the first course arrived. Hiccup had decided to order them both the Tasting Menu and as the first course arrived, he peered at a marble square with a few strategically placed pieces of cured fish with small pickled vegetables and micro-shoots. The waiter theatrically sprayed an aerosol over them, instantly enswathing them with the scents of the sea. Nodding his thanks, Hiccup watched the man retreat as Atali took another sip of her champagne.

"I'm wondering," she murmured as they began their starter. "Why did you ask me out?" Hiccup dabbed his mouth with his napkin and frowned.

"You seemed very eager," he reminded her. "In fact, you couldn't have passed any more obvious hints unless you had handed me your diary with a date circled and marked 'Going out with Fury'." She chuckled.

"You can't blame a girl for trying," she pouted. "After all, you are ferociously handsome, mysterious, rich, unattached…you are literally the Holy Grail of any unmarried woman in Berk…" He managed a lopsided smile.

"Wow," he murmured. "People really are desperate here." Atali's eyes widened and she swallowed her slice of picked radish.

"Berk is a small community and a man such as yourself…is a unique opportunity," she admitted.

"And yet, word on the street is that you are in a relationship with Eret Eretson," he pointed out, resting his cutlery on his empty slab. She shrugged.

"We are in a mutually beneficial arrangement," she translated.

"Meaning?"

"I get lots of sex and presents and he gets someone to boast to, shower gifts on and fuck so he feels like a big man and a success," she told him bluntly, her eyes hardening.

"I was under the impression he was married with two children," Hiccup pointed out mildly, sipping his champagne.

"And she abrogates her responsibilities," Atali hissed. "They have no sex life…well, not unless he's very drunk and enforces his rights. The children are both disrespectful and disappointing and he only stays with her for her political value."

"Divorced Island Councillor not being a hit at the polls?" he guessed, mulling over her words. The implications of what Atali was casually revealing made him inwardly cringe-both that it seemed Eret was not above forcing Astrid when he was in the mood-and that Atali seemed to think such behaviour was acceptable. And though he was still convinced that Astrid had betrayed him and chosen Eret…she seemed to be paying for that betrayal as well. Married to a violent, abusive, womanising husband, her life wasn't a picnic…but he would have swapped his decade in Jotunheim for it any day. Atali nodded.

"Not at all," she confirmed. "Berk is an insular and rather hypocritical society. Outsiders are shunned, divorce is considered a definite disadvantage and people want their elected officials as paragons of virtue."

"Even though Eret is clearly a womaniser with a drinking problem and financial issues?" the billionaire asked astutely.

"You noticed?" Atali purred.

"Not subtle," Hiccup confirmed. "But you never decided to make a bid for him?"

"Why?" Atali asked archly as the second course, a shellfish broth with sea vegetables, was served. "A divorce would be messy because she would fight for her children and half of what he has-which would seriously diminish his worth. I've already been married so I'm not about to do it again for Eret! And he is not someone I'd want to spend too much time with. He's fine when he's being nice and trying-but I see how he treats his wife and my life doesn't include being shouted at or expected to be his servant! And he is a man with a short attention span. I prefer to be the one in charge and deciding when it ends."

"And where to look next for your fun," Hiccup added dryly. She leaned forward, ensuring that her low cut dress revealed more to him than it was meant to.

"I can sniff out the alpha," she murmured in a low voice. "And you are definitely the alpha on this island."

"I suspect First Minister Grimborn would dispute that," 'Fury' told her with a smile.

"Viggo has made it clear that he is not interested in dallying with a mistress," Atali revealed lightly, the edge to her the revealing she had been disappointed at the revelation. Hiccup got the impression that Atali considered the post of wife of the First Minister would be a prize worth pursuing through marriage. "But you seem to be unattached. Are you lonely?"

"Maybe?" he teased her gently. "I have my team but…"

"Is your PA not that kind of personal assistant?" she probed and his eyes hardened behind his glasses, though he schooled his face to remain neutral. There was a callousness in her attitude that had his hackles raised, a sharp contrast to the kindness and genuine decency of his friends. He knew which he would rather be spending the evening with-even though Tuff would probably be trying to befriend one of the butterflied langoustines.

"No," he said. "I am currently between relationships…" As he had silently predicted, her eyes sparkled in sudden eagerness.

"You know, there is nothing in the gossip columns on your personal life," she pointed out as their plates were cleared again. A fresh course of mackerel liver pate with lingonberry chutney and rye toast was served immediately. He smeared the pinkish pate on his bread.

"I prefer my privacy," he told her with a small smile.

"So what was she like, your previous girlfriend?" she asked, her brows furrowed as she tried to assess his preferences and he gave a slight smile. His instincts to avoid Atali as a partner were being reinforced the further they got into the date, her unsubtle probing and obvious intentions very different to what he had shared with Astrid… He blinked. That was a lifetime ago with someone who had given up on him and married the man she and he knew had been responsible for Hiccup's imprisonment.

"I prefer not to talk about it," he said firmly and then forced himself to smile. "So-tell me about yourself, Atali. What do you do for fun here in Berk?" Atali smiled and her eyes said You. She sipped her champagne and set back to continue on her favourite subject: herself.

An hour and three quarters later, Hiccup was sitting back in his chair, sipping his black coffee and staring at the woman. She was witty and amusing and full of her own opinions, a tendency to be cruel and self-absorbed and dismissive of those she believed were not her social equal. And it was obvious she loathed and despised Astrid and her children. Quietly, Hiccup sipped his Benedictine and calmly handed his card to the waiter who wanted to settle the bill. He was paying, of course-what was the point of going out with a billionaire if you went Dutch?-and Atali had become more blatant in her attempts to seduce him. Currently, she was running her foot up and down his leg and he was trying to keep his face straight, for it was his prosthetic leg. He was looking forward to explaining that he was wearing a brace due to a 'skiing accident' if she realised her efforts weren't getting the desired effect. But instead she smiled at him.

"Are you going to sweep me off my feet?" she asked, her speech slightly slurred. He shook his head.

"No," he said quietly as he signed the slip and slid his card back into his pocket, after tipping the waiter handsomely. Her eyes widened in shock.

"Aww…you were so perfect," she pouted, her eyes still appealing to him. He gave a small smile.

"I never said there was no hope," he pointed out teasingly. "But I'm a traditional guy so I would always wait until at least after the first date…" Her eyes brightened.

"You mean our next date?" she asked calculatingly. He rested his napkin on the table, neatly folded and smiled, rising to his feet.

"Maybe," he said, not promising anything. She rose as well, gathering her jewelled purse and falling in step beside him as they headed for the door. He gestured to the car waiting. "Where do you want to go?"

"Wherever you are going," she said immediately, reaching for his hand-but he gave a small smile.

"I have a private engagement after this," he told her but she immediately draped her arms around his neck and leaned close.

"With me,' she murmured and kissed him sensuously-and he responded, dropping his hands to her waist, pulling her close and kissing her thoroughly. When he pulled back, she was breathless and smiling, her hand rising to her lips and touching them hesitantly.

"My driver will take you where you need to go," he said, walking her to the car and opening the door. She slid in, looking up at him.

"Next time," she murmured as he closed the door with a small wave and then stepped back as Thuggory instantly pulled away, leaving him staring at the receding tail lights-before he walked to the back car park where his copter was just landing. Ducking under the still swirling rotors, he pulled the door open and dived in, waving to Cami to lift off as soon as the door was closed-and only then could he slump back in the seat, giving a relieved sigh. She chuckled from the pilot's seat as he pulled a headset on.

"Tough night?" she teased him and he nodded, pulling his glasses off and running his hands over his face.

"I thought she might jump me at the table, she was getting so desperate!" he confessed, closing his eyes. The world was spinning gently.

"I'm sure you manfully fought her off," Cami commented, banking gently. "You're drunk again, aren't you?"

"Very," he murmured. "The liqueur was a bad move…but I'm supposed to be a billionaire bon viveur, not a guy with a secret past and friends who would feed me weird barbecue and pop tarts!" He sighed. "Did they get the shots?" She nodded.

"Our photographer has confirmed some fantastic pictures of her eating your face,' she confirmed. "I think they're on their way round the gossip sites as we speak. You are hot news and you are hardly ever photographed…"

"Good," he murmured. "Now let's go home so I can get two aspirin, a pint of water and merciless teasing from the twins…" Cami nodded and adjusted their course.

"As you wish, sir," she smirked.

oOo

"I hear you have been engaging in nocturnal activities, brother," Viggo said, looking up over his desk at Ryker as the older brother sat arrogantly back in his seat. A scowl twisted Ryker's hard features.

"Word gets around fast," he commented sarcastically. Laying his pen down, Viggo glared at him.

"Nothing happens on this island that I am not aware of, brother," he reminded his sibling, exasperation edging his voice. "I thought you were aware of that."

"And I thought that I was free to expand my business activities without interference," Ryker growled. "That was the deal…"

"I never recall giving you carte blanche to undermine my authority or enrich yourself at my expense," Viggo told him dryly.

"I doubt this is at your expense," Ryker told him gruffly. "Because I am changing nothing that you actually own or are owed."

"Yet," Viggo corrected him. "So what did you find?" Looking smug, Ryker folded his arms.

"The coffin was a lead coffin, welded shut," he revealed.

"Unusual," the First Minister agreed. "I presume that was no bar to your ambition?"

"Of course not," Ryker scoffed. "We opened the coffin. There was a shrouded skeleton and with it, an ancient gold coin and a map." Viggo leaned forward.

"Gold?" he asked sharply.

"Twenty Four carat," Ryker confirmed. "I ran it through the Assay Office. Twice."

"And the map?" Viggo asked.

"It's pretty difficult to read but is of an island I don't recognise…" Ryker admitted. "But it has a location marked clearly on it…" Viggo snorted.

"Really, Ryker-I would have thought that you were far too old to get excited about a treasure map," he scoffed. "Those lunatics scrabble around in the dirt for something that probably doesn't exist while we both have ample opportunities to enrich ourselves on this island." The older brother bridled at the implication.

"And only a fool rejects the chance to gain such a prize," he sneered. "The map reads 'EYJA NOTT'." Viggo started laughing.

"Now surely you must see that this is a hoax!" he scorned but Ryker glared at him.

"The man who was buried was convicted of theft of historical artefacts, stealing a book from the Meathead Library, desecration of sacred burial sites, murder…" he retorted.

"Sounds like a man we should have recruited," Viggo quipped.

"And he was found with a coin that was clearly part of an ancient treasure trove," he continued. "You may be short-sighted enough to turn down this opportunity but I am going to pursue it."

"You do know the treasure hunting community on the Archipelago are generally a murderous and secretive bunch?" Viggo asked him pointedly.

"I have a map-and our IT specialist can find out which island it is of," Ryker told him angrily. "Sit in your office and sneer, Viggo-but I am going to see where this leads me. And when I am sipping champagne from a gold goblet, we'll see which of us looks the fool!"

"And how did you locate this man anyway?" Viggo asked him directly. Ryker smiled smugly.

"Fury," he revealed, causing Viggo to sit up straighter. "He was at this man's funeral. He knew him." The First Minister's face darkened in anger.

"And you didn't think to tell me this fact?" he asked angrily.

"I'm telling you now," Ryker sneered. "Now you're interested, hmm?"

"I am interested in any intelligence on this man-because it may provide some insight into this mysterious tycoon who has moved to our island and who seems to effortlessly thwart our designs," he snapped. "I want to know everything about the dead man…and what his connection is to Fury. When we know that, we can finally uncover who Tallon Fury really is-and find out if he is a potential ally-or a man who has to meet an unfortunate accident."

oOo

Astrid had just returned from her daily run when she heard Eret return home-and she was instantly on alert, for he was usually never home at this time. Automatically, her eyes flicked over the hall and straightened a photograph of the couple, taken at their wedding-and then looked up to meet her husband's furious eyes.

"How was your day?" she asked, knowing there was no point in attempting to defer the argument.

"Disastrous," he spat. "Profits are down, the freight business is quiet and the Casino made a loss last month."

Not helped by your gambling away tens of thousands a week in your private games, she thought, though she schooled her face to give nothing away. He looked at her and then sneered.

"You look dishevelled," he told her coldly.

"I've just gotten back from my run," she explained. "You said you would be out until this evening." He stared at her angrily.

"I expect you to be ready for my return at any time!" he snarled. "I provide everything-this house, your clothes, the very food you eat. All I expect is you to be here waiting for my presence!"

"This isn't the seventeenth century!" she retorted. "You know I have a life as well."

"You have what I give you!" he snarled. Then she stared at him.

"Has your mistress rejected you?" she asked him pointedly, seeing his face suffuse with rage and realising that she had hit the target.

"That bitch was out last night with Fury," he spat, looking around for a servant. "What's a man got to do to get a drink round here?" Briskly, the blonde walked through to the lounge and opened the drinks cabinet, deftly retrieving a heavy lead crystal cut glass tumbler and half-filling with mead, then shovelling in a handful of ice cubes from the chilled store.

"Here," she said, pushing it into his hand and he threw a large slug back, before plopping into the oak leather Chesterfield closest to the fire.

"I mean, I have lavished her with gifts and treated her like a goddess," he murmured. "Why would she betray me like that?"

"He's got deeper pockets?" Astrid suggested, still standing by the drinks cabinet. Eret gave a growl-and then flung his glass at her. She ducked, cringing away as the glass shattered against the wall, shards flying everywhere and mead splashing her.

"That bastard!" he roared, lurching to his feet. "He flies in, flashes his money and everyone falls over him!"

"Including you-until you got what you wanted from him!" Astrid pointed out, wiping mead from her face.

"He was supposed to lend them to me!" he snapped. "Bastard made me sign a contract-not that I intend him to ever see a penny!" She sighed.

"He may be cleverer than you," she retorted. "I expect he has very expensive lawyers who will pursue what he is owed."

"And I have the First Minister and local courts in my pocket!" Eret sneered back. "He'll never see a penny!" Then he looked at her. "You fancy him?" She shook her head.

"He's reserved and secretive," she replied coolly.

"No point-Atali's beaten you to him," Eret taunted her. "Seems like she's always ahead of you."

"Took her long enough to see through you," Astrid replied shortly.

"You agreed to marry me," Eret snapped, closing to within a few feet.

"The difference was that I knew what I was getting, Eret," she told him honestly. "And I never loved you."

The backhand that floored her wasn't unexpected and she had learned to roll with the blows after the years but she was still breathing hard as she raised her head, the red weal livid against her pale skin. She scrambled away, never taking her eyes from him because she had learned his temper was rarely satisfied with just the one hit.

"You were keen enough to marry me for what you could get out of it," he told her crushingly. "A whore in all but name."

"No, a fool," she replied shakily. "But as you and your friends had taken everything else from me, I had to make a choice. I do not regret what I did."

"And yet you lied to me," he threatened her.

"You lied to everyone," she retorted. "Including the judge. We both know the truth."

"And there's no one who will hear it-or who cares," he sneered, backing her into a corner. "And don't think you could just walk out on me. I'll fight to ensure that you get nothing-and never see the children again."

"They're mine!" she hissed fiercely, her eyes flashing.

"Whose name is on the birth certificates as father?" he shouted in her face. "They are mine!"

"And yet you despise them!" she shouted back. "You constantly undermine Zeph despite her being an incredibly intelligent and artistic young woman! She should be able to finish High School this year, a year early because she's accrued so many credits! She has a handful of offers already for prestigious Art Institutions-and you want to deny her any of that because of your Medieval attitudes! And Fink…"

"His name is ERET!" he yelled.

"Fink just wants your approval, wants the support and love of his father," she argued.

"He'll get it when he does what he's ordered and follows the path I have set for him!" Eret told her.

"It's his race in a couple of days in the Island Championships!" she asked him. "Can't you at least come and support him?" But the look in his face gave her all the answer she knew she would get.

"I have more important things to do than waste my time standing in a field, watching my son make a fool of himself!" he snarled.

"But…"

"You expect me to stand around with the riff-raff?" he sneered. "Stand there and cheer all you want. But tell him from me that if he loses, I won't hear another word about his stupid obsession-and his bike will be sold. Is that clear?'

"But?"

"IS THAT CLEAR?"

Despite herself, Astrid backed up a pace and nodded. Younger Astrid was screaming at her to retort back and leave the man but older Astrid, who had survived seventeen turbulent years of marriage to Eret, silenced her. A furious argument with Eret who had clearly already been drinking and was in a filthy mood was just a good way to end up bruised and battered and probably raped because he could overpower her through sheer size and strength and though she was brave and determined, she wasn't invincible. And she would never leave and abandon her children to him.

"Yes," she murmured. Eret glared at her.

"Get me another drink then clear that up!" he ordered, turning away abruptly. "And then, I have a task for you…"

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The Treasure of Eyja Nott Chapter Twenty Four: Fury’s Web

Twenty- Four: Fury's Web

"Yes-I am trying!" Eret growled over the phone, his voice exasperated. "The man is ghosting me. I've left dozens of messages with his PA but all they are saying is he's off-island at the moment…"

"Calm down," Viggo told him in a mildly exasperated voice. "It is possible that he is attending to his business as he says. The man has an aerospace company and unlike you, he is clearly a successful and driven businessman and entrepreneur. It is entirely plausible that he would need to check in on his company and ensure that things were running smoothly. Calm down and don't appear too desperate. That will just make him suspicious!"

"I wish you people would get your story straight," Eret grumbled. "Johann is busting my ass over getting Astrid to try to seduce him-not that the frigid bitch I'm married to would make a move on anything-and now you tell me to back off."

"I expected you to possess at least a modicum of common sense," Viggo sighed. "If he is busy and off island, enquire when he's coming back and extend an invitation to him after he returns. Assuming your wife will be willing to host him again?" Eret sighed

"She'll do as she's ordered," Eret announced brashly. "If she won't fuck me, she can fuck him."

"I will defer to your insight," the First Minister said coolly. "Make sure he connects with her." And he hung up, leaving Eret staring at the receiver. Cursing, he slammed it back into the cradle.

"That poncy bastard!" he snapped, chucking back his mead. "Extend him an invitation after he returns! What am I-his servant?" Atali trailed a soothing hand over his shoulder.

"No-you're a fantastic businessman and the only man who could do the job," she purred. "I mean, could you see Viggo or Ryker befriending the mysterious Tallon Fury? The man plays his cards closer to his chest than a monk." Eret leaned closer to her and pressed a kiss on her lips.

"And how many card-playing monks do you know?" he asked her playfully as she allowed him to suck gently at her throat.

"Mmm…just a saying around where I was brought up," she murmured. "And monks never give anything away."

"Neither does Fury-though he has sponsored a competition for school kids," he frowned and waved at a passing waiter for a refill of his mead. "Art."

"Your daughter is an artist," Atali pointed out as Eret pulled back and started laughing.

"Zeph? I guess-but she's hardly any good!" he scoffed.

"I believe your wife feels that she is," Atali pointed out. "Why can't you get her to enter? It may be another way to connect with your elusive billionaire?" Eret frowned.

"I could tell her to enter,' he murmured then shook his head. "I'll send Astrid in. She can earn her keep for once." Atali giggled, her agile mind imagining the reserved and elegant blonde whoring herself for her husband.

"And do I have to earn my keep as well?" she pouted but Eret chuckled, feeling the bulge of her latest gift in his pocket.

"You can keep me company…while I'm at the poker table and later," he told her. "And if you're a good girl, I may have a present for you." She gave a broad grin, clinging to his arm.

"Baby," she murmured as Eret grabbed the drink the waiter had delivered and grabbed the man's arm.

"Get me a seat at the High Stakes Stud Table," he ordered the man. "And get me a fifty K stake, on the House." The man nodded.

"Very good, Mr Eretson-I'll see to it immediately," he said and glided off as Eret threw the mead back once more.

"Come on, baby," he murmured, grabbing her arm and heading into the Casino. "I feel lucky tonight."

oOo

Nuffink arrived up at the House on Raven Point as Fury and his friends emerged, all dressed in black. The young man killed his engine and pulled his helmet off, staring at them.

"Is this a bad time?" he asked but Hiccup shook his head.

"Not at all," he said calmly. "Feel free to use the area-but try to be safe. We're going to be out for a couple of hours." Fink frowned.

"I can come back another time," he offered but the billionaire gave a small smile.

"I think your competition is in a couple of weeks so you need the practice, Fink," he said. "Go ahead. We'll be back soon." Nodding, the boy pulled his helmet on and started the bike, then zipped off round the house and into the forest. Hiccup sighed and clambered into the back of the first limousine, with Cami at the wheel, Snotlout riding shotgun and Heather and Fishlegs in the back with him. Thuggory and the twins were coming in the second car, driving in close convoy behind. They wound their way down into the town-and out to the other side, until they reached the Cemetery,

The day was grey with a breeze that ruffled Hiccup's dark auburn hair as he clambered out of the car. There was an open grave a few yards away and he walked unerringly forward, with his friends following him. The Priest was standing by a plain coffin, marked only with a simple plaque reading 'GOBBER'. When everyone was assembled, the Priest looked up, his black robes moving slightly in the cool breeze.

"Thank you for coming today," he announced. "We are gathered here to honour our friend, who died some seven years ago and was only brought to be decently buried now." He murmured a few prayers and the mourners all bowed their heads until he stopped talking. Then he looked up. "Who wants to speak?"

After a second, Hiccup nodded and walked forward to stand by the Priest, his glasses reflecting the people who were his adopted family. Friends are the family you choose for yourself, he reminded himself as he stared across the expectant faces. Only one of them had ever met Gobber-and Snotlout had admitted that he could barely recall the man. But they had all come with him to the service without hesitation because he was their friend and they all knew that he would need to support. 'Ingen' spoke rarely about his past but this man had clearly been important to him so they had all insisted on coming-though the twins' matching black Metallica tee-shirts and black jeans slightly missed the dignity of the occasion, though they scored on the colour requirement. He mentally shook his head, inwardly reminding himself that Gobber would probably be roaring with laughter at the sight. But would I ever have chosen the twins, Fishlegs, Heather, Cami, Thug or Snot if this hadn't happened? I don't know…but I wouldn't have it any other way…except, I wish Dad was alive.

Thor, I wish Dad was alive just about now…

"We are here to honour my Godfather, my unofficial 'Uncle' and my mentor," he announced. "He vanished from all our lives many years ago, consumed by a quest and I know my father missed him often. He frequently spoke of his friend with nostalgia and sorrow…but I never expected to find him where I did. And when I needed him most, he was there. He gave me impetus, he taught me and helped me. He challenged me to hone my designs and he left me the money I needed to start the company. He was my best friend in the darkest point in my life-and his death was tragic and needless and the worst day I can recall in a life that definitely has a lot of very low points. Now, I can pay the smallest fraction of my debt to him by laying him to rest on his home island, with his friends and his family."

And then he paused, lifting his chin and switching to a language that none of them understood-except the Priest, whose eyes widened in shock. The last thing he had expected was the mildly mysterious billionaire who had moved to Berk speaking the Viking Prayer in perfect Norse.

"Lo, there do I see my father. Lo, there do I see my mother and my sisters and my brothers. Lo, there do I see the line of my people Back to the beginning. Lo, they do call to me. They bid me take my place among them In the halls of Valhalla Where the brave may live forever."

His words rang through the Cemetery and Heather and Fishlegs both found their eyes stinging with tears at the intensity and emotion he put into the words. Slowly, he leaned forward and grasped a handful of earth, placing it on the centre of the coffin, then resting a lingering hand gently onto the plaque before he turned and walked back to the group. The Priest stood back and pushed the button, ensuring the mechanism lowered the coffin smoothly into the grave.

"May Lord Odin look favourably on our departed brother, may he forgive his weaknesses and honour his strengths and grant him rest in Valhalla where the Brave may live forever," he announced and bowed his head. Then he sighed. "It is done." Tuff looked up.

"I thought Vikings were burned," he asked, frowning as his sister slapped him upside the head.

"Shh! Not the time!" she hissed.

"But…" Tuff argued as Hiccup glanced up and surprisingly, there was a small smile on his face.

"In fact, he would have loved to have been granted a good old fashioned Viking burial on a flaming ship," he admitted. "But I checked. First Minister Grimborn and the Island Council outlawed them twelve years ago as polluting, a fire hazard and a danger to shipping in the harbour."

"Yeah-that cause a real furore," Snotlout admitted. "My Dad and I marched into the Plaza with placards, along with half the population…much good it did. Not."

"That's a violation of people's rights to worship," Fishlegs commented in an outraged tone. His father had been treated to a full Viking Cremation a few years before the ban and he felt strongly about the issue.

"And my Dad would definitely have wanted to be buried on a burning Longboat," Hiccup admitted. "I always felt I had let him down and not done what would have been his dying wish. He was a Viking through and through. And he knew all eight verses of the song as well."

"Not to mention the longboat builders and escort boats," Fishlegs continued passionately. "They would have been driven out of business by this!"

"It's all wrong," Tuff agreed. "Ingen-can't you do something?" Hiccup frowned.

"Um…what?' he murmured.

"Bring back proper funerals!" the male twin explained. "When I die, I want to be properly cremated on a burning ship."

"You do realise that the temperatures achieved on burning ship are far too low to achieve complete cremation?" Hiccup asked him pointedly. "They would char away the flesh but the bones would sink with the wreckage, along with any metallic grave goods…"

"Really? Metallic…as in gold, silver, platinum…?" Tuff asked eagerly as Hiccup sighed.

"Nope. Not at all. Not even slightly…" the billionaire said quickly and then turned to the Priest, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket. "I'm sorry. They do get slightly inappropriate but they mean no disrespect. And I can guarantee without any doubt that they will not be diving in the harbour for any grave goods…" The Priest chuckled.

"The First Minister outlawed that as well," he explained.

"Though I bet five dollars he had people down there the next day, sifting through the ooze just in case," Tuff muttered grumpily. "Tyrant." The Priest's eyes widened as he glanced at the banker's draft.

"Is it sufficient?" the billionaire asked as the man almost choked.

"This says twenty thousand dollars," the Priest gulped. Hiccup nodded.

"My father believed and I think Gobber did too," he admitted. "Me…well, sometime in the dark and cold, in isolation and down a leg, my faith went as well. But you provide comfort for many-and that should be properly supported. I hope this helps…" The Priest lunged forward and grasped Hiccup's hand in both of his.

"Thank you, son," he said genuinely, his face lit by a relieved and delighted smile. "This will mean we can help so many! Your generosity is…"

"…the merest fraction of what I received from others, my Uncle, my friends…" Hiccup explained. "I just hope it is of use." The priest shook his hand once more.

"I will pray for you, son," he promised as Hiccup gently extracted his hand and pulled away.

"Thank you for arranging this so quickly," he said honestly. "It means a lot to him-and me. It is the last thing I can do for him, when I couldn't before. But save your prayers, Priest-it's too late for me." But the Priest gave a small smile.

"There is always a chance at redemption," he told the billionaire as Hiccup turned back to the car.

"Not for me-or those who created me," he said.

oOo

"So how much exactly is he in debt?" Hiccup asked as he sat back in his chair, flicking through the channels. In the days after the funeral, he had suffered nightmares and was drained and exhausted and his friends had tried very hard to cheer him up. The twins were barbecuing every meal with some insane food combinations all topped with chocolate and caramel, Heather was extra solicitous and Snotlout even went down to his father's home and fished out some old family photos to try to cheer Hiccup up-but he had come back with almost none because pretty much all pictures of teen Hiccup and older included Astrid as well. But he brought a couple in any case because they included Stoick and Hiccup had been touched and grateful.

"I would have thought it almost impossible for someone to make a loss at a Casino, since the House always wins," Fishlegs revealed. "But Eret has really broken the mould. He has managed to make a consistent loss, mainly because he uses Casino funds to gamble so poorly. And he also uses the takings to fund an extremely lavish lifestyle."

"Well, that's no surprise," Hiccup commented, thumbing the screen off. "He always had an expensive taste and no ability to recognise when he should walk away."

"In addition, he has a small air freight business as well which should be profitable," Fishlegs continued in a bewildered voice.

"Always was for me," Hiccup murmured.

"What?"

"Carry on," the billionaire murmured.

"His gambling has really got out of control," the husky man continued. "Last night he dumped over a hundred thousand in a high stakes poker game. And spent twenty thousand on a diamond necklace for his mistress."

"Does anyone say mistress nowadays?" Hiccup asked him dryly.

"I just did," Fishlegs replied with a smile. "The latest in a long line of women that Eret has betrayed his wife with." Arching an eyebrow, Hiccup turned to face him.

"How many?" he asked in a low voice.

"Fifteen," Fishlegs said. "Starting about six months after they married."

"I see the honeymoon didn't last long," he commented. "Maybe just enough to knock her up…and then he lost interest." He shook his head though there was a thoughtful look in his eyes..

"The current incumbent is Atali Mayder," the husky lawyer revealed, sipping his tea.

"The redhead?" Hiccup checked. "Interesting. She was hitting on me and passing some very blatant hints when I saw her at the Great Hall and at Eret's."

"She's divorced twice and has had a string of lovers, ending each affair enriched," his friend told him dryly. "You seem to be the big prize on offer now-and she has definitely got her eye on you."

"Which would annoy Eret no end," Hiccup mused. "Can you contact her and invite her to Dinner."

"Here?" Fishlegs asked, his tone disapproving.

"Harbour Heights," Hiccup told him. "I want a table with the best view over the Harbour. Could you arrange it, please? Maybe…tomorrow night?"

"You know she may have plans?" Fishlegs asked him pointedly, frowning. Hiccup nodded.

"I want to see how keen she really is," he explained. "How much does she want me? Who will she blow off to spend time with Tallon Fury?"

"Ingen…" Fishlegs said quietly. "I know you're my friend but…I am concerned. What will Heather think that you're going out with some gold-digging divorcee?"

"I'll explain," Hiccup told him, running his hands through his hair. "Look, the last thing I want is to hurt Heather…"

"And this other woman, Atali? What about her?" Fishlegs asked. "You realise your intervention may damage her relationship with Eret?"

"A relationship based on betrayal and mutual self-interest," Hiccup corrected him. "Neither of them feels any genuine affection for the other and though there will be disappointment, this is not a lasting relationship. And yes, I know that both will be hurt…but both have profited from the misery of others so no, Fish-I won't feel guilty. You always have the option not to help me. I have never asked you to do anything you feel uncomfortable doing-and I am not about to start now." The husky man stared into the emerald eyes, abruptly reminded of the almost-skeletal man who they had hauled out of frigid Sullen Sea, a man inches from death who had clearly escaped from the worst prison on the planet and who had saved their lives more than once. And who had never taken anything for granted, no matter how far and fast his star had risen. A man who had always respected their integrity and choices.

"I know," the husky man sighed. "But I promised I would help you. And I will be here when it's done, no matter how it ends. I just hope you can live with yourself afterwards." Hiccup gave a small smile.

"And that's why I need you, my friend," he murmured. "The offer stands, Fish. And if you feel I'm crossing any lines-please continue to tell me. Because I trust you, Fish. You're one of the most decent and principled men I know-and I think I may need that to anchor me as I go on through this." Fishlegs rose, his hand patting the billionaire's shoulder absently.

"I'll make the calls," he said. "Try to get some rest, Ingen. You'll need your wits about you." Watching him go, Hiccup sat back in his chair and closed his eyes.

"Thank you, my friend," he murmured. "But neither of these will suspect how they're being manipulated. My other targets are more self-aware and dangerous…which is why I have laid a trap for them…"

oOo

Ryker Grimborn glanced up with an irritated growl as his assistant knocked on the door of his office and walked in. Looking up from his screen, the older Grimborn brother scowled.

"I don't recall inviting you in, Sjonberg," he growled, eyeing up the buff man in the khaki uniform of his personal security company. Swallowing nervously, the man saluted.

"I think you should hear this, sir," he said, his pale blue eyes darting nervously under his buff beret. Sitting back, Ryker folded his arms. He was wearing a khaki General's uniform, the 'sword impaling a dragon' badge of his company emblazoned over his heart.

"And why?" he asked cynically.

"You asked for intelligence and surveillance on Tallon Fury," Sjonberg said and Ryker sat up abruptly.

"Go on," he said, leaning forward over the desk. Sjonberg paused.

"Fury attended a funeral three days ago," he said. Ryker frowned.

"Funeral?" he murmured. "But that means…he knew the deceased." Nodding, Sjonberg continued.

"I used our analyst to interrogate the records," he explained. "The funeral was for a man called Gordon 'Gobber' Belcher, originally a Berk native but he left the island over thirty years ago on a quest for the fabled Treasure fo Eyja Nott." Ryker scoffed.

"Another fable up there with the Crown of Odin and the Hammer of Thor," he sneered but Sjonberg shook his head.

"Much as I defer to your superior knowledge, sir, the Treasure is believed to be real," he explained. "There have been archaeologists and adventurers searching for the Treasure for over two centuries. There are numerous historical sources that prove the existence and a number of genuine locations that have been suggested as the final resting place of Grimbeard's Treasure."

"And yet…no one has ever found it," Ryker pointed out sarcastically.

"Our analysts found that Belcher was found on a remote island," Sjonberg reported. "The details are classified-there is evidence that Fury himself ensured they are shrouded in secrecy-but he was buried in an isolated point in the Cemetery. The ceremony was also not advertised and there was no announcement in the papers or the official Berk Registrar's website. But there is a suspicion because the coffin that was used was lead lined and welded shut. I think…it is believed that he found the Treasure." Ryker snorted.

"And how would Fury know this man?" he asked sharply.

"Well, Belcher was convicted of grave-robbing, theft, desecration, manslaughter and murder," Sjonberg reported. "He was sentenced to Jotunheim but the Justice Department records also indicate that sometime-around seven years ago-he bought his way out. And the only way he could do that…"

"…is if he already possessed an immense fortune," Ryker realised. "That fat idiot Alvin! He should never have let him go-or if he did, he should have got me to tail him so we could have taken what he had acquired!"

"Can't you ask the Governor?" Sjonberg asked but Ryker growled audibly.

"Jotunheim was closed down by Executive Presidential Order," he revealed. "The whole place was raided, every prisoner was relocated, the staff were all arrested and imprisoned pending trial on Dragon Island and the Governor and all his records gave vanished. Word is that a Special Investigator has been appointed and is running the investigation. Alvin is facing several life sentences for his crimes…and it's likely he'll take a deal to turn informant to mitigate his own sentence."

"Is the company exposed?" Sjonberg asked but Ryker shook his head.

"No," he murmured. "I have recruits from Jotunheim-yourself included-but there is nothing to link them to this organisation." Then he frowned. "But for Belcher to get himself out means he had to provide proof that he actually had the money. And for him to be buried here in such a manner…"

"Implies that he has been buried with the gold he sought all his life-or the clues to his Treasure," Sjonberg mused. "A sentimental act by someone who knew the man and who doesn't need the money."

"You think there are clues in his coffin?" Ryker murmured, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. His dark eyes inspected his assistant, his most trusted man. He was certain the man would not talk-but would expect a handsome bonus when they located the fortune.

"Why else would you have a coffin that cannot be Xrayed and welded shut?" his assistant asked, his pale blue eyes bright. Ryker sat up decisively.

"Tell our analysts to keep probing his connection to Fury," he ordered. "The First Minister needs to know where he sprang from and who he really is-and this is the first hint we have found anywhere about his past. And get a small team together with excavation and cutting equipment and meet me at the barracks at 0145. Tonight, we will investigate the coffin and find out whether or not this man found the Treasure." Sjonberg saluted and scurried off as Ryker sat back in his chair. By rights, he should inform his brother of the development-but Ryker, the older brother, had always resented the primacy of his younger sibling and this was a gilt-edged chance to acquire untold riches all for himself. He gave a small smile.

"This one's just for me," he murmured.

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The Treasure of Eyja Nott Chapter Twenty Three: Return To Helheim

Twenty Three: Return to Helheim

Circling round the rugged cliffs amid the cloudy skies, Hiccup found himself taut as a bowstring, his eyes fixed on the desolate landscape and the dark, brooding silhouette of Jotunheim Prison-the prison that no one ever escaped from. Except he had and now he was voluntarily flying back to Freezing-To-Death, to the place that had taken so much from him because the President had asked for his help.

Mala Queen, the President of the United Archipelago Government, had listened to him when he had approached her. Her stance on judicial matters was legendary, a major point of conflict between herself and the First Minister of Berk, because she believed that though crime should be punished, brutality had no place in the penal system. The Death Penalty had long been abolished and all opponents knew that she would never sanction any reconsideration, because all life carried hope. Even the highest security prisons focussed on rehabilitation and on treating drug and alcohol habits and mental health problems rather than locking the inmates up and letting them rot. And the worst prison in the north, the infamous Jotunheim, had long been a thorn in her side and an offence to her sensibilities and those of all of the reformers in the Government.

As they circled once more, Cami glanced over her shoulder.

"You okay there, boss?" she asked clearly and he nodded.

"Never better," he lied as they circled round the grim building and he stared at the plethora of Helicopters there from a variety of services. He could see the liveries of the Justice Ministry, the Archipelago Security Service ASS, the Joint Archipelago Army and the Prisons Service.

"Lot of activity down there," Cami continued calmly. "Where do you want to land?"

"As close as you can to the entrance-and be ready to take off at a moment's notice," Hiccup told her. "When I leave, I want to get off here as soon as. I am only here because the President and Throk asked."

"Roger that," the woman said briskly and she and Thuggory landed precisely, directly by the entrance to the prison, which was open and guarded by four armed Archipelago soldiers, their deep green cold weather jackets, caps and gloves scant protection against the scouring wind. Pulling his shades on, Hiccup stepped down from the helicopter, ducking as the rotors were still idling and headed directly into the prison. A sergeant was waiting for him as he arrived and saluted.

"Mr Fury!" he greeted the billionaire. "It's an honour to meet you. The Special Investigator has asked me to bring you to him." Nodding, Hiccup offered the man his hand and shook it firmly, then followed him through the entrance, walking along the cold stone passageway, recalling his younger shocked self desperately trying to memorise the way through in case he got a chance to escape…never realising it would be over a decade before he would finally leave the prison...more than ten years after he had been declared dead.

The Special Investigator, Throk, looked up, his cool hazel eyes sweeping over the tall shape of the billionaire. Hiccup was dressed in a dark suit, sage green shirt and charcoal tie, his trademark mirror glasses concealing his eyes as ever. The tall red-haired man nodded to the civilian.

"I am glad you are here, Tallon Fury," he admitted. "We have apprehended the guards and confiscated all records but none of the guards are co-operating." Hiccup nodded.

"Hardly surprising," he replied evenly. "All of them knew what was happening here-and they are all guilty." Throk nodded.

"Where first?" he asked and Hiccup took a deep breath.

"The Cellar," he murmured. "The Ring." Throk nodded. That had been the most upsetting, unbelievable thing that he had the President had heard when Fury had visited them and told his tale. It was obvious to both officers that the billionaire had a dark past that had certainly included a spell in the penal institution-though a guard or prisoner, it had been difficult to tell. At first. Now, Throk was convinced the man was an escaped prisoner and he had discussed the matter with the President at length for the pair had a dilemma. Both were desperate to dismantle the horrific nightmare that Jotunheim clearly was-but could they justify allowing an escaped and clearly very dangerous convict to walk free?

In the end, the President had come to a decision that Throk didn't wholly agree with but which he had accepted as the most pragmatic and fair.

"This man came to us, Throk," she had said. "He knows Jotunheim because he was there. The tale of suffering is horrific. The corruption and criminality that he reveals is beyond appalling and the ties to the rich, powerful and the enemies of our Government are terrifying! He has created a new identity, built a business, employs thousands, brings economic benefit to several of our islands and he has volunteered to help us. Whatever his crime was, I believe that he has more than paid. And his actions since have been in the interests of law-abiding and decent citizens. So we give the man his chance. There is no record that anyone has ever escaped from Jotunheim and thus…how can he be an escaped prisoner? Let his crimes and his former name remain buried. And accept his help in ending that dreadful place, once and for all."

Hiccup was quiet as he walked down the wide stairs into the cellars, the wide circle of heavy wood tables, the throne-like chairs and modern brilliant lamps positioned between the chairs to blind the combatants to the identities of the audience who cheered and salivated over their mortal combats. He gestured.

"There," he explained. "Men were brought in there. The Governor used to choose the bouts. Men were promised favours-better food, more blankets, luxuries-if they fought and won. Losers died-because these were all bouts to the death. They started unarmed usually and then a knife was thrown into the centre. The man who killed his opponent won."

"And men willingly participated?" Throk asked him, his face shocked. Hiccup took a deep breath.

"Not all," he admitted. "Not all. But many-because most of the men here were recidivists, men who were rightly convicted of horrific crimes. And when you are faced with such harsh and terrible conditions and the opportunity presents itself to get some warmth and food, you will do anything to improve your life, even a fraction. No one was under any illusion that you would ever leave here-so why should you suffer more than you need to? And why should you care about another convict you don't know but who you are certain would slit your throat if they could get a bowl of warm stew for it?"

He walked forward and crouched down, trailing a finger over rusty, brown stains on the dusty floor.

"Spray the whole place with Luminol," he advised Throk. "There will be blood."

The Special Investigator and the billionaire stood back as the Crime Scene Technicians moved forward, their goggles on and sprays ready and they thoroughly and precisely sprayed the floor, tables and chairs. Then they killed the lights and flipped on an ultraviolet torch.

The room glowed with the eerie blue-white light, the floor and tables almost totally covered with residue of blood from a thousand bouts. There was liberal splatter on all of the chairs with the blank silhouettes of the rich standing out against the glow and on the stands of the lights as well, making the place look as if a bloodbath had occurred. And it had, over and over, stretching back over decades. Hiccup felt his eyes unfocus, the memories of his bouts swirling around him once more. Especially that final bout, where he was literally fighting for his life, despite Alvin and Drago's obvious plan to bury him once and for all.

"…Fury? Are you alright?"

He started as he felt Throk lightly touch his shoulder and he blinked, forcing the memory back down.

"I have claustrophobia," he said quietly. "This enclosed surrounding…is challenging. And I never realised there had been so much blood spilled here." Some of it mine. He turned. "I'll be on the ground floor." And then he rapidly walked up the stairs, breathing deeply and forcing the bile back down his throat. He refused to vomit, refused to show weakness because this was his revenge. This was the day he had planned for years. This was the day he defeated Jotunheim.

Throk joined him after leaving orders for his team and gestured.

"Where next?" he asked. Hiccup swallowed.

"Cell Twenty-Nine," he said, clenching his fists so hard his nails bit painfully into his palms. "Proof that they have lied about the care of their prisoners." Unerringly, he walked along the corridor, walking past 34 with a shudder and round the corner, until he finally reached the door of Cell 29, the door he had been carried through in a shroud to be pitched over the cliffs to a watery unmarked grave. Throk gestured.

"Open it!" he ordered the sergeant and the man used the master key to unlock the heavy metal door. Hiccup stared into the familiar dusty space, realising that no one had been placed here since Gobber died. Hiccup paused at the threshold, recalling his mentor's voice, the amused twinkle in his blue eyes and the humour in his thick, accented voice. Then he walked forward, turning slowly to reorientate himself, though he could recall every inch of the cell, every irregularity in the floor, the sleeping area where he and Gobber had huddled together for warmth, the little niche where Gobber had put his books… Slowly, he crouched by the entrance to the tunnel and slid his fingers round the edges of the stone, brushing away the accumulated dust and digging into the familiar points to lift the stone and expose the tunnel.

His nose wrinkled, the faint waft of decay and putrefaction still hanging in the air. In the gloom, he could glimpse what had once been a foot, jammed down the tunnel as he had frantically hidden his dead mentor and friend so he could take his place in the shroud, denying Gobber the burial he had deserved. But he would right that wrong as well. He rose to his feet and backed away.

"Here," he said, gesturing. "The former resident of this cell, Gobber Belcher. He died in here and they denied him a decent burial-though I am certain that the Governor claimed the full amount for the coffin and funeral expenses…" Throk nodded as the next team of men walked in, armed with shovels and a coffin and then the Special Investigator rested a comforting hand on Hiccup's shoulder.

"Your friend will be retrieved and we will finally grant him the burial that any human being deserves," he said. "Unless…?" Hiccup nodded, his expression grateful.

"I will see to it," he said. "Back on Berk, his home island. I shall ensure he is laid to rest by his friend." Then quietly, he took a breath. "Did you find anyone?" Throk shook his head.

"The Geophysics showed that not one single supposed grave had ever been disturbed," he said. "There was no evidence of any earthworks or of any skeletons. There were no bodies. None at all. No one is buried in the cemetery." Hiccup raised his head and stared at the cell, from where emanated the sounds of clangs and shovels biting into the hardened, cold earth.

"The cliffs," he said tonelessly. "They were all shrouded and pitched into the sea. No ceremony, no Priest, no coffin. Just fabric and water and nothingness." Throk frowned and then clapped him on the shoulder again, hearing the pain in his voice.

"The Archipelago Science Ships Celsius and Nils Bohr are already anchored off the island and the Captains have been ordered to deploy their ROVs to investigate what lies down there," he assured Hiccup. "They are the finest Marine Research Vessels in the North, Fury. They will find the remains-and offer the poor souls some closure." Hiccup nodded, blinking to clear his vision. This was proving much harder than he had expected and a part of him really wished that he had brought the twins or Fishlegs or even Snotlout with him…but in his heart, he knew that he had to face this alone.

"You said you had confiscated the records from the Governor?" he asked and Throk nodded.

"They are very detailed," he confessed. "Our forensic accountants are investigating them as we speak. As well as the officers of the Justice Department and ASS."

"Well, it would be vital not to make any mistake about accidentally claiming for two funerals for the same prisoner," Hiccup commented sarcastically. "Alvin ran this place as his own fiefdom for years. You don't oversee this level of corruption by being sloppy. He was meticulous-and very, very greedy."

"You know, there were eight more prisoners in the cells than were supposed to be here," Throk commented. Hiccup nodded absently, glancing back at cell 29.

"A lot of suicides on Jotunheim," he murmured. "Every prisoner killed in the fights was a 'suicide'. Every prisoner who died of neglect was a 'suicide'. And every prisoner Al released to recruit to his guards-or send on to join Drago's traitors in Icefell was a 'suicide'. I'm surprised that no one ever asked a question about it." Looking ashamed, Throk turned away.

"I think…no one in the Government cared enough-until the President was elected," he confessed. "And then she finally ordered her team to look into prisoner welfare…and the anomaly was uncovered. But there was a lot of resistance."

"Let me guess-from those who had made their careers by shipping off all their problems and any opponent here?" the billionaire asked sarcastically.

"So I believe," Throk murmured. "But the excess prisoners?"

"Al must already have claimed for their funerals because maybe the drop in prisoners coming here is hitting his bottom line," Hiccup murmured. "Can I have the keys? I have one more place I need to visit before I speak to him." Nodding, Throk gestured and his sergeant handed the keys over.

"We'll be waiting at the stairwell," he assured Hiccup. "And don't worry-all the prisoners have already been removed from their cells and all the staff are in custody. Take what time you need."

Quietly, Hiccup walked back along the corridor, his eyes fixed straight ahead. There was one last place to see, the one place he had never wanted to visit again-but now, which he felt an overwhelming desire to stand in one last time-before the prison was dynamited and destroyed for good. So he stopped outside the door of cell 34 and stared at the metal, resting his fingers on the pitted surface before turning the key in the lock and pulling the door open.

The cell was musty and cold, the dust thick on the flagged stone floor, telling Hiccup that no one had been assigned to his cell either since he vanished. Breathing hard, he looked within, feeling an iron band tighten around his chest, almost causing him to be unable to breathe. Images flashed through his mind, a blur of moments in that place…

Of his first days, cold and terrified but still clinging to hope. Of hunger and cold and despair. Of pain, recovering from fight and fight, wondering when his luck would end and he would die. Of the return after his time with Drago, his body hurting as never before or since, the shame and despair almost overwhelming him. Of his return after that last fight, badly hurt and his leg shattered, the pain a constant fire, tearing him to shreds. Of fever and delirium, of hoping for death and that maybe his Mom would welcome him home because he hoped and prayed his father and lover would still be alive and happy. Of waking, down a leg and bereft of all hope, Of the times he had tried to take his life but baulked at the last because something made him hang on. And of that magical moment when Gobber's head popped up in his cell, breaking a silence of years and reminding him that he was still part of the human race. And days and years spent with his friend, of laughter and tears, learning and sharing and love-platonic, avuncular and genuine-bringing Hiccup back from the brink of destruction and giving him a purpose that had literally saved his life. And those last feverish hours, after Gobber's death when he had taken the desperate step to try to make use of the loss of his companion to finally escape.

He stepped into the cell. The air was cold and still, the band round his chest tighter so that he could barely breathe. But he walked forward, craning his neck as he peered up through the tiny window, seeing a small bird nesting there, out of the wind and the sight of the sky eased the tension a little. Swallowing and stretching a hand up to the tiny patch of sky, the clouds scudding overhead, blurred through the filthy glass, Hiccup took a breath and closed his eyes, then turned back to the cell.

It was exactly as he remembered it, the little sleeping shelf, the uneven floor-and the scratches on the wall, marking every day he spent in the hellhole. He glanced at them, knowing them by heart. Over three thousand eight hundred scratches, representing the prime of his youth, spent locked up like an animal in the cold and hunger. Stepping back, he fished out his phone and carefully documented the cell, taking detailed images of his sleeping place, the calendar, the floor, even the miserable window-and of the door. Then he walked over to the sleeping place and found the loose stone, checking the little space. And unexpectedly finding a few scraps of paper still folded in there. He frowned, peering at the yellowed paper, the tiny pencil writing of a letter to his father that he had never sent-and a letter to Astrid. There was another drawing of her in there, the smile one he recalled but which now filled him with unreasonable anger…and then he folded the paper and stuffed it in his pocket.

The band around his chest released and he took a deep breath. He was free-and now he had the means to exact revenge on everyone who had wronged him. Starting today. So he strode out of the cell without a backwards glance, leaving the door wide open as he walked away, heading up to rendezvous with Throk-and his appointment with the Governor.

The office was as he recalled, cold and devoid of much in the way of welcome-except that the comfortable chair had been placed opposite the desk where Alvin was sitting complaining. The years had not been kind to the Governor, his wild hair grizzled and grey beard wilder than ever. Throk stood opposite him as the billionaire walked in and sat in the padded leather seat that he had used for only his honoured guests. Two of Throk's men stood beside the Special Investigator as Alvin stirred.

"I ain't done nuffin' wrong!" he protested, his wheezy voice hoarser than ever. "This is some 'orrible set up. I bin framed!" Hiccup stared stonily at the man, seeing his eyes fill with confusion at the man sitting opposite him and unable to get any sort of read from him.

"That's interesting-because I know people here were framed as well," Hiccup commented. "However, you are guilty of the crimes you are accused of."

"Your own extremely detailed records have been good enough to provide conclusive proof of your criminality," said one of the men, a thin man in the grey uniform of a Justice Department Administrator. "Tell me about the Fighting Arena?" Alvin opened his mouth to bluster and then he sat back.

"You know what-yer got me," he said suddenly, his tone resigned. "No one cares what happens to these men. They were sent here to be locked up until they died. No visitors are allowed because the DoJ won't fund or insure any passenger transports to allow family to check their loved ones."

"So that was your excuse?" Throk growled. "Starving them, Keeping them in isolation? No heating or proper medical care? And fighting them like dogs?"

"I get paid to look after 'em-but why waste good money on good food?" Alvin asked. "And the fights was very lucrative. Rich men pay for a thrill, for something that mere mortals cannot afford. And seeing men fight to the death certainly falls in that category…" Throk's brows dipped further, his scowl deepening.

"I see a lot of familiar names," he ground out through gritted teeth. "Including the name of Bludvist. The man is persona non grata and wanted for treason across the Archipelago."

"Technically we ain't in the Archipelago and I'm not tryin' to arrest 'im," Alvin pointed out reasonably. "And he paid very well for his seat…and for other favours…" Hiccup stiffened.

"Yes," Throk said after a pause. "You sold the prisoners for…sexual favours…"

"Rented," Alvin corrected him. "I rented them out. And they certainly enjoyed the favours they earned. The men who used 'em wanted them well fed and pretty so they got baths, food, clean clothes…it was a popular job…"

"Not for all," Hiccup murmured as Alvin turned his gaze back to the stranger.

"Do I know you?" he asked thoughtfully as Hiccup stared at him.

"I doubt it," he said quietly. "I died sixteen years ago."

Greying bushy brows knotted as the Governor stared at him.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Who asked you to declare Hiccup Haddock dead mere months after he arrived-when he was still very much alive?' the billionaire demanded.

"I don't know what you're…" Alvin blustered as Hiccup snatched his glasses off and glared, rising to his feet.

"I believe I had just had my first fight when my family was told of my suicide," Hiccup told him bluntly. "I fought for over two years…until I was summoned to your office-and given to Drago." Alvin's mouth dropped open in shock.

"Thirty-four…" he mouthed in shock.

"And yet you still conspired with him to kill me, to put me in a fight against your champion. But I survived. Everything." Throk stared.

"You mean he escaped?" he asked.

"How could he?" Alvin growled. "He was dead. And I wouldn't declare a man escaped from me prison anyway. I had friends who were looking for you…but they never found you…"

"Why did you declare him dead?" Throk insisted. "Who told you to?" Alvin chuckled.

"First Minister Grimborn," he revealed. "Apparently the prisoner had family who were asking too many questions, family who wouldn't give up and who'd demanded an Appeal or a Judicial review. They were absolutely determined-and they were willing to bypass Grimborn and go straight to Central Government. Grimborn wouldn't allow that-so the prisoner had to die. And I was supposed to actually kill him-but he was a pretty boy and I could make a profit from him-one way or another…if yer get me meaning…"

"No," Throk said woodenly as Hiccup stared into his eyes.

"You know, that man facing you is a traitor," Alvin added slyly. "He's a very dangerous man and an escaped convict. He's the one yer should be worried about, not me…"

"And yet he was the only person who has ever managed to get testimony out of here," Throk said in a firm voice. "He is the one who led us to your corruption. And we have evidence you welcomed the traitor Drago, you diverted convicts who had been sent here for being in his service back to him, declaring them dead to prevent any examination of their sudden disappearance! And you abused and murdered prisoners for profit."

"Yer know, yer not worrying me," Alvin told him. "Yer own policies mean I'll just be locked up in a cushy cell, rehabilitated and I'll be out in a few years to enjoy me riches…" But Throk gave a small smile.

"You seem to have missed our Proceeds of Crime Act," he told the man. "When you are convicted, you will be given a whole life sentence for the breadth of your crimes. And our government will track every last cent across the entire globe and return every one to the public purse."

"What? That's inhuman!" Alvin protested. Hiccup put his glasses back on and gave a thin smile.

"No-what you did here for decades was inhuman," he told the Governor clearly. "And what you deserve is to be imprisoned for the rest of your life and lose every penny you earned through the misery, despair, depravity and death you presided over." Then he nodded as Throk motioned two army officers to escort Alvin away. The Governor struggled.

"I have information-vital information!" he protested. "Drago is coming! And I know lots more than they think! Please…" But Throk remained silent as he was dragged away, still protesting and struggling until his voice had died away. Then he turned to the billionaire and Hiccup stared back at the man.

"What next?" he asked. Throk stared at him.

"Was what he said the truth?" the Special Investigator asked. Eyes flicking to the door, Hiccup paused-then nodded.

"Yes," he said.

"All of it?"

"Yes."

"How long?"

Hiccup took a shuddering breath.

"Over ten years," he admitted. "But I was declared dead within three months of arriving."

Throk looked at him and took a breath. His natural core, the rigid personality that was wedded to laws and regulations, who was not good at latitude or leniency, was screaming at him to arrest the man in front of him as an escaped convict…but the other part-the part that had seen the wretched specimens that had been hauled from the prison, men starved and abused, men missing limbs or blind or mad from years of unjust solitary-disagreed. He believed in the principle of paying debts to society, of imprisonment as a punishment and a way to protect the public-but also in rehabilitation. What Jotunheim represented was a Medieval model of justice that brutalised its victims and offered nothing but despair. That Tallon Fury had survived it, that he had escaped-and that he had built a new life was perhaps the best vindication of the President's orders. And now he understood, Throk realised that Fury was the ally they needed in these dark times, with Drago's tentacles permeating every corner of Archipelago life.

"You can't chase a dead man," he announced. "You can't arrest a dead man. You can't imprison a dead man. Whoever died here, let them remain dead," He offered Hiccup his hand. "Thank you, Tallon Fury. Your help has uncovered a recruiting ground for Drago and prevented more men suffering and dying as so many have." Hiccup shook his hand, the weight of anxiety falling from his shoulders in relief.

"Thank you," he said sincerely. "This place…is an abomination. I am glad that it is done."

Throk watched the man as he walked towards the main entrance, glancing over to where Alvin was being bundled into a Prison Service helicopter, following him with long strides.

"Fury?" he called. "I know that you have bought the prison from the Justice Department. What are you planning?" Hiccup reached the helicopter, the engine already beginning to build. He glanced back at the shape against the sullen sky, the prison no one escaped from-but which he had. Finally. Irrevocably.

"When it's clear and you have retrieved the bodies and all the evidence you need," he said, "my associates have already engaged a demolitions firm. Once you've finished with it, I'm blasting it to Helheim."

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The Treasure of Eyja Nott Chapter Twenty Two: Strategic Manoeuvres

Twenty Two: Strategic Manoeuvres

Eret was pacing back and forth at the hangers of Night Fury Transport, the air freight company he had stolen from Hiccup with the help of Johann, sold to finance his purchase of the Casino and then regained with the help of Johann and Viggo, who had combined to sharply manoeuvre the company from profit to serious loss with some crippling unheralded 'debts', liabilities and punitive taxes that Viggo had then decided to rescind…after his ally had bought back the company. But who could the disgruntled former owner appeal to? The First Minister and Island Council were well within their rights to impose local taxes and the only other alternative was the United Archipelago Government-whose Constitution devolved local taxes and their administration and all associated matters to the individual islands.

He glanced at the grey sky again. Fury had confirmed the purchase by a perfunctory email the day after the Ball and again advised him that the contracts for purchase were to be signed on delivery. The standard disclaimers and the summary of the contractual details themselves had been appended and Eret had ignored them as a matter of course. It had been irritating that the man had been insistent on making it legal-Eret would have preferred a gentleman's agreement, since they were so much harder to prove or enforce in a Court of Law-but he was sure that his lawyers could weasel out of any contract if necessary. And Eret had no intention of paying for the aircraft. Somehow, he would get Viggo or Johann to work some legalistic or legislative magic and get them declared overpriced or taxed or something so he wouldn't have to pay…because he couldn't. It took a lot of money to maintain the lifestyle he had become accustomed to living and the plain fact was that he was still useful to the men, in ferrying items to the blockaded island of Icefell, in carrying messages and personnel to support the traitor, always flying the missions himself because he couldn't trust another pilot with the secret commissions. They had been very insistent: in the years since Hiccup had been arrested and imprisoned, they wouldn't allow anyone else to carry their cargo. He had picked up the initials of Ryker on the suitcase and sealed his fate in that moment. But it would be impossible for Viggo to play the same trick twice and imprison another man for carrying messages or ordnance to the traitor when any competent lawyer would point out the commonalities between the two cases was in fact Eret…and Viggo had been adamant that he would never permit any re-examination of Hiccup's case. The flaws were too easy to spot and it would completely undermine his entire reputation and the foundation of his power.

He paced back and forth then paused, listening. The sounds of approaching aircraft had him breathing a relieved sigh and he peered downwind to see the unfamiliar shape of a NF-100 in sleek silver aim straight at the runway. Standing back, he pulled up his ear defenders and watched as the aircraft gently floated down to kiss the apron and make a perfect landing, decelerating and spinning round onto the taxiway and begin to roll towards the Night Fury Transport hanger. Behind, he could see a second identical aircraft, coming in a scant minute behind, again piloted with impeccable skill and replicating the perfect landing of its twin.

Grinning broadly, Eret watched the first park up a few feet from his hanger and his dark eyes swept appreciatively over the sleek and elegant shape. Everything about the aircraft oozed class and style, the design pulling the eye and the sound of the engines-a velvety purr-making Eret's pulse quicken. Suddenly, he was very much looking forward to flying one of these. As he watched, the second NF-100 gently taxied along and parked by its twin and the door of the first opened, the stairs extending immediately.

"Welcome!" he announced, spreading his arms wide in greeting. The pilot-a buxom young blonde women with bright blue eyes and a knowing smile, dressed in a smart corporate charcoal grey uniform marked with the green and red badge of Dragon's Edge Aero-walked down to nod a greeting. The second pilot-a tall handsome raven-haired man with dark eyes and a broad grin in an identical uniform-swiftly emerged from the second plane.

"Mr Eretson?" the woman asked, her tone brisk and professional. He nodded, walked to look at the nose and peer up into the cockpit.

"She's a beauty," he commented. "Was the flight okay?"

"The flight is always okay in an NF-100," the male commented with a grin. "Best damned aircraft I've ever flown." Eret gave a chuckle.

"And these babies are all mine," he said triumphantly but the women shook her head and opened the slim briefcase she was carrying.

"Not yet," she corrected him clearly. "Not until you sign the contracts of purchase and transfer of ownership. The payments schedule and standard contractual obligations, disclaimers and so forth are detailed in pages two to thirty-five of the document."

"I'll have my lawyers run over them and get back to…" Eret began but the woman shook her head.

"I am afraid, for legal reasons, we cannot allow you to take possession of the aircraft without your acceptance of the contract and signing the documents," she said. "We are happy to wait here so you can read through the documents and fax them through to your lawyers for checking." Eret peered at the thick documents, two copies per aircraft and calculated how much time that would take. He had an 'appointment' with Atali that afternoon that he was seriously looking forward to, a chance to boast about his new acquisitions and luxuriate in her welcome flattery and of course, some fiery sex. The woman was damned near insatiable and she was very willing-providing the gifts kept on coming. A huge chunk of him wished he could just ditch that sour whore Astrid and claim Atali for his wife…but a small sliver of Eret-the part which didn't have its brains in his cock-reminded him that Astrid was his window-dressing, his respectability and of course, the mother of his children. Dumping her would damage his reputation and his utility to Viggo because the man had been very clear that he wanted Astrid to get closer to the billionaire.

"I am sure the contract is acceptable," Eret said and delved in his pocket for his pen.

"Are you sure?" the male asked him in surprise. "It's always wise to check what you are signing. Are you certain you accept all the conditions?" Eret frowned at him.

"Are you questioning me?" he asked, his voice edged with anger. "Do you think I built this business by stupidity?" The male pilot raised his hands in a placating gesture.

"Of course not, Mr Eretson," he said. "I merely wanted to make completely sure that you were waiving your rights to have the document checked by your lawyers prior to taking delivery."

"I already said I did-but you want me to sign," Eret snapped.

"And Mr Fury didn't offer to send the contracts over for you to get checked prior to delivery?" the female pilot asked. Eret paused. There had been a line at the bottom of the email, asking for a secure email address that he could use to send through the contracts for review prior to delivery-while emphasising that the contracts must be signed on delivery or he would be forced to take back the aircraft until they were signed. And Eret hadn't bothered to reply because he had checked the email in the middle of a poker game where he had seemed to be on a hot streak…until he wasn't. He nodded.

"I decided it wasn't necessary," he announced. "I trust Mr Fury. I am certain he is a man of his word…as am I." Then he got out his pen and signed both copies of the contracts for each aircraft below the already completed signature of Tallon Fury, the sweeping lines of the man's signature in jet black ink dwarfing Eret's own effort. Both pilots signed as witnesses and then the female pilot handed over one copy of the contract for each aircraft to Eret-along with the keys. He gave a broad grin.

"Can I get you a lift?" he asked smugly but the pilots shook their heads.

"We already have a ride," the male said, offering his hand to Eret. With a sneer, the man shook it and kissed the female pilot's hand when she offered hers for a shake as well. Without a word, they turned and walked towards the gate where a black Mercedes Limousine with darkened windows was waiting.

"Pleasure doing business with you!" Eret called, then turned back to look at his new acquisitions, already planning how he would use them to expand his business and finally recoup his losses. But unnoticed, the pilots clambered into the back of the limousine, which pulled off immediately. They said nothing until they were on the perimeter road heading for the main highway. Cami handed the contracts over to Hiccup, who was sitting patiently on the pale grey leather back seat.

"Did the handoff go to plan?" he asked as the male pilot nodded.

"Man's an idiot," he commented disparagingly.

"He signed despite Thug's warning and our giving him every chance to delay the handover and run it by his lawyers," Cami added.

"And he admitted he received the email and chose not to get the contract checked by his lawyers," Thuggory Meatham said. The scion of the hereditary rulers of Meathead Island, Thuggory was dark, handsome and completely self-confident, a former member of the United Archipelago Marine Corps who quit when his friends were killed in a disastrous raid on Icefell and had vowed revenge on those responsible. Hiccup had run into the man while he and his friends were digging into Drago Bludvist's connections to the Grimborns and Eret and he had recruited him to the expanding Dragon's Edge Aero team as a pilot and security chief. Not that Hiccup would trust anyone but Snotlout with his personal safety-but Thuggory was a close second.

"Your cameras captured the entire encounter?" Hiccup checked and Cami nodded.

"I'm sure Fish and the other lawyers can ensure that he cannot argue he didn't know what was in the clauses, having waived every chance to get them checked," he murmured.

"He almost bit Thug's head off when he asked him if he really wanted to proceed without checking," Cami chuckled. "And he claimed to be a successful businessman who wasn't stupid." Hiccup narrowed his eyes.

"A lying amoral womanising gambler," he commented." And traitor. But successful business man? I doubt it." He looked up. "Thanks, my friends." Cami grinned.

"The more I see of this man, the more I want to punch him out," she commented. "And he used to be your friend?" Hiccup nodded.

"I was his friend-but he was clearly never mine," he commented. "He was happy to steal everything I own-including Night Fury Transport. Only fair I repay the favour. And so, when he defaults, we will take everything…"

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Flying back to Dragon's Edge, Hiccup sat back in his seat, reassured by the shapes of Cami and Thug in the cockpit. Though he preferred to fly himself, he wasn't sleeping well and he knew he was tired: he knew enough not to risk his life and he needed to check in with the company. Sighing, he closed his eyes and rested his head back.

"Are you okay?" Heather's voice was concerned and he forced his eyes open, meeting her concerned green gaze. "You've been very quiet."

"Tired," he said wearily as she sat next to him.

"You've been busy," she reminded him. "Glittering parties, working on that old wreck, plotting and planning…" He cocked an eyebrow at her tone.

"Which I gather you don't approve of," he realised. She looked away.

"It isn't you," she reminded him softly, her voice pensive. He glanced over to her: Heather's past had been horrific, kidnapped to a whorehouse and held prisoner until she had been broken and stopped resisting but he realised that she was a strong and brave women who had still clung to hope. When he had helped his friend-her brother-to find and rescue her, he knew she had latched onto him as her saviour but he knew that she was damaged and vulnerable-as much as he was, though he was better at hiding it.

"Maybe it actually is?" he suggested quietly, allowing his mind to slid back to the carefully corralled memories from his time in Jotunheim, the endless days of despair and cold and hopelessness, days when vengeance was all that had kept him alive because hope just hadn't been enough. And the bitter knowledge that any hope he had clung to had been misplaced in any case just hardened his resolve. "Maybe under this exterior, I'm a bitter, vengeful man?"

"Bitter people aren't kind and generous," Heather pointed out, gently taking his hand. Carefully, he curled his warm grasp around hers and she sighed. "People who are bitter reject others, drawing in on themselves and offering only cruelty and coldness to others, no matter what they have or haven't done. You're not like that."

His mind mulled over the words. In his heart, he knew he was bitter, angry and hurt at the multiple betrayals he had suffered and the tragedies that he had endured. A young man still when he had been wrenched from his family, he had been forced to watch his Godfather and Mentor die of his injuries in that frigid prison cell-and then, on returning home, he had spent his father's last hours at his side, watching the powerful, vibrant, alive man Stoick had been fade away and slide into death. They were images he sometimes saw as he started into the dark: the image of his father, his shrunken form jerking as he fought for those final, erratic breaths, his blind eyes snapping sightlessly open as he took a final, shuddering breath before he relaxed back, the last tension leaving his form and his jaw hanging slightly open, his features slack with death. He blinked, the pain of the death stabbing his heart once more and he took a deep breath.

But amid the horrors, there had been a few shining moments that managed to push the darkness back just enough to keep him as the man his father had raised. The kindness of the guard-who became his friend, Dagur-and of Gothi the medic in prison, finding Gobber, meeting the twins and Fishlegs when he needed them most and being accepted, despite what they all knew of his origin. And that moment when he dived through the water in a leap of faith and had gazed down on the shimmering piles of gold, illuminated by the sun that surrounded him with warmth and light, vindicating the sacrifices he had made in clinging to life.

"I probably am," he confessed, forcing his mind back to the present. "But maybe not completely. Because my Dad always taught me to give back to the community, to think of others in need. And so, in his memory, I do what I do because I cannot fail to be the man he would expect. Who I used to be was declared dead but though I have a new life, there are some things of the old that have to be preserved. And ultimately, though I have lost pretty much everything I had, I have gained other things…but I am not willing to surrender the last thing I possessed. Myself. The values I learned from my Dad, the virtues I believed in. And among them is protecting the island he loved and spent his life serving." Heather smiled as he leaned back, closing his eyes once more.

"You know, you are a a very complex and amazing man," she said, leaning over and kissing him. He stiffened as she moved to sit across his lap, her hands resting on his shoulders and kissed him more determinedly. Unconsciously, he felt himself responding, for he wasn't a stone…but his heart had sealed itself off in Jotunheim and after he had found out that the woman he loved had married the man who had framed him and destroyed everything…he had shut it down for good. He didn't want to risk any more pain-not even if the woman was a willing partner…or thought she was. Heather was a friend but Hiccup never saw her that way-especially since he was fighting the lingering attraction to Astrid that had reared its head when he saw her in the Great Hall. No matter what he kept telling himself, the sight of her had stirred old and unwelcome feelings, emotions…desires…and only clinging to his anger and bitterness kept them at bay.

He had paid for company, of course-especially when he was still building the company and the loneliness and pain were at their worst as he toiled day and night…but when he had finally succumbed to the desperate need, it had only granted him a brief physical reprieve. There was no emotional connection, just a person paid handsomely to service his physical needs but who could offer nothing for his emotional ones. Astrid had been his best friend and lover, his sounding board and the person who knew him almost as well as he knew himself. His imprisonment and her betrayal had stripped him of all of that as well-and though Heather could offer some emotional support, he would never exploit her for his physical desires. And he knew that she had feelings for him-though whether they were genuine or just born of gratitude and a misplaced sense of obligation, he was unsure-but the honest truth was…he didn't love her. So he pulled back, gently sliding his hands against her shoulders and pushing her back.

Her eyes widened and she looked into his face with trepidation.

"Ingen?" she breathed and then she pulled back. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry…I just wanted you to remember that you have friends, that you are loved and wanted and needed and that you don't have to feel alone or bitter or that revenge is the only way and…"

"…and it's okay, Heather," he reassured her, sitting up straighter and gently pushing her back and off his lap. "You haven't upset me…but I'm…not in the mood…" He sighed as she pulled away and sat back down. It hadn't come out how he had intended and he hadn't wanted to hurt her feelings…but he didn't want to give her the impression that he was at all invested in that type of relationship. That part of his life was dead and buried with his real name and he would never expose his heart and his life to being torn apart again. But guilt twanged through him as she ran her hands through her hair and sighed, staring at the floor.

"Sorry," she murmured. "You just looked…sad…" Sighing, he grasped her hand and gave a small squeeze.

"I know," he said. "I was thinking about my father…and what he would think of my actions. But I really have no other choice. This is the only thing I have been working towards ever since I cut my way out of that shroud at the bottom of the Sullen Sea." He gave Heather a wan smile.

"But what about the future?" she asked him as he rose and walked towards the cockpit.

"Eret stole my future a long time ago," he told her, his tone bleak. "Maybe when all this is done, I can consider what next. But until then…please respect my feelings." And then he vanished through the cockpit door, leaving Heather unsettled and wondering whether she would ever see Ingen happy.

oOo

"He didn't come."

Johann's voice was sharp and his tone biting as he paced across Viggo's office. The First Minister looked up.

"Did you really expect him to dance to your tune like a good little boy?" he asked dryly. "The man has been exceptionally measured in everything that he has done so far. In fact, he has managed us expertly." Johann rolled his eyes, growling in his throat, and then walked to the seat opposite the First Minister.

"I hate billionaires," he grumbled. "They seem to imagine that the rules don't apply."

"As they don't to you?" Viggo asked smoothly, turning over the page of the report he was reading. Johann gave a nasty chuckle.

"I am a Minster of the Archipelago Government," Johann reminded him, sipping his mead.

"And your loyalties lie anywhere but," Viggo commented, annoting a paragraph. "You are a a traitor, as are we all. We are actively working to undermine and destroy the rules."

"You know that he has had a few private audiences with the President?" Johann asked him as Viggo finally looked up. He laid down his Mont Blanc and frowned.

"What intelligence do we have?" he asked sharply as Johann chuckled.

"Now you're listening," he scoffed.

"I am always listening," he assured his ally. "When? How many?" Johann drained his glass and put it down with a bang on the desk.

"He's been very discreet," he commented dryly. "No records, out of hours and with only the President herself. He's met her on at least three separate occasions-but there is no clue what he is talking about."

"Probably business," Viggo said in his measured, calm tone. "He has brought immense economic benefit in terms of jobs and prosperity to three islands in a very short space of time. Any leader would court such a powerful economic ally."

"And maybe he's…?" Johann suggested but Viggo rolled his eyes.

"Get your mind out of the gutter," he snapped. "No. Is there any trail of political donations, favours, bending the rules for him?"

"I can check-now I know where to look," Johann smirked.

"Do it," Viggo ordered him curtly. "We need to know everything about this man and his dealings-to the last cent." Johann rose, a mocking expression on his face.

"I think you forget which one of us is senior in Drago's favour," he scoffed but Viggo sat back in his seat, steepling his fingers.

"And which one of us has the most to lose…" Viggo retorted. "Extend further invitations. Wine and dine him. Go slow-but make sure you find a way in. We need his prosperity when we oust the Government and our Master is crowned!" Johann walked briskly to the door before pausing and looking back.

"Eretson has his aircraft," he commented. "It's time he sent his wife in to try to seduce the billionaire. Give him the order-and then let's see if Mr Fury can resist the most beautiful woman on Berk."

oOo

"How many calls?" Hiccup asked, rubbing his forehead tiredly. There had been a mountain of matters awaiting his attention back on Dragon's Edge, matters that had been deferred or delayed because of his concentration on his mission on Berk. There were new contracts to be signed, authorisation for a new wing facility on Paxlandia, five big new orders from Middle Eastern and Asian Carriers and the purchase he was in the process of finalising.

"Seven so far-it's really like stalking," Heather commented, looking down her 'to do' list. "I really wasn't convinced that Eret was that grateful for the aircraft."

"I am certain that he isn't," Hiccup admitted, rubbing his temples methodically. He had slept poorly, his night wracked by nightmares and when he had woken, bathed in cold sweats and shaking, he had swung his legs over the side of the bed and stared out of the floor to ceiling window, the curtains pulled back revealing the inky black sky, scattered with countless brilliant stars. His house on Dragon's Edge was similar to the new home he had constructed on Berk, with huge windows, modern large rooms and every point in the house having a view of the outside. It was something he had realised was very important to him, the necessity to see the sky after all those years imprisoned in his dark, enclosed cell. He looked up to meet Heather's concerned expression. "He's after something else."

"So far, he's invited you to a lunch, a dinner, a picnic, a barbecue, a cocktail reception, a brunch…" she read out.

"Boy, he is desperate to meet up-and he certainly seems to think I need feeding up," he added sarcastically, gesturing to his lean shape. "Am I not buff enough for him?" Her lips quirked in a smile: his dry and sarcastic sense of humour was reassuring but she still worried that he looked tired.

"From the size of him, no," she guessed and then smiled. "Are you okay?" He gave a shrug.

"Not really," he admitted after a moment. He didn't want to reveal everything to her because there were still tracts of his life that he hadn't shared with her-but she deserved an answer. "I'm sleeping badly. I think…visiting Berk shook loose some bad memories…" As expected, she looked more concerned and she rested down her notepad.

"What can I do?" she asked immediately but he smiled.

"A Mead on the rocks would be nice," he admitted and, as expected, she hastened to make the drink. And as he sat back, his gaze drifted out through the window, over the rolling landscape of Dragon's Edge-the island of Eyja Nott that only he and his three friends knew was the location of the fabled treasure. In fact, Dragon's Edge had been the first thing he had purchased, using the treasure he had found on the island. The irony had not been wasted on him but it had been necessary to secure the remaining treasure and ensure no one else ever located the trove. Once the island had been legally secured, he had set to building a home, away from scrutiny and the possibility of discovery. There, he had completed his designs and begun to build his empire, purchasing the aeroengineering company that he turned into the multibillion dollar business he now owned.

Admittedly, Dragon's Edge was remote and he had given his friends the option to move to more hospitable and sociable islands-but all had refused. The twins, of course, had Barf'n'Belch and had enjoyed sailing round the island, ensuring no one tried to sneak ashore while Snotlout had happily settled into the role of closest family and security Chief. Only Fishlegs had moved away-and then only temporarily-to complete a pupilage at a prestigious Law Firm on Dragon Island so that he could finally practice Law. However, he was very firm that his home was with the others, his friends-and Ruffnut, who was his sort-of girlfriend. And he had assumed the role of Hiccup's Legal Adviser and Counsellor. In fact, the house had become a sort of strange commune with each having his or her area and there was plenty of room, facilities and entertainment as Hiccup ensured his friends-who had all steadfastly refused to take any share of the treasure-lacked for nothing. But there was one drawback: the house's relative proximity to Freezing-To-Death which always unconsciously had him slightly on edge, the fear always there that someone would come for him, realising that he had escaped and was still a convict. That they would take him back to that dark hole, away from light and company and warmth and would finally leave him there to die.

"Here," Heather said firmly and pushed the Mead into his hand. He blinked, realising that he had closed down, losing himself in the horrific fear that was the core of his worst nightmares. All his friends had come to recognise the look, the expressionless face and trapped look in his glazed green eyes that told them he was lost in some dreadful memory from his scarred past. And all of them had agreed to ensure that there was always one of them on hand to snap him out of it-and ensure he knew he wasn't alone. Forcing himself to focus only on the heavy crystal tumbler, he nodded and took a sip.

"Thanks," he murmured and swallowed the alcohol. "Decline. Politely. I want to keep Eret at arm's length until we have him exactly where we want him. I think I'm not going to any one-on-one engagements-just formal events. I don't want to give any of them a chance to get too close." Heather nodded and made a note.

"There was a message from Mr Throk," she revealed finally. "He says-the mission is on. Tomorrow. He will phone you later with the details." Hiccup nodded and sat up straighter.

"Please have Cami and Throk on standby and ensure my helicopter is fully fuelled," he said. "I have an old friend to visit."

[harrypanther]

Face Value Chapter Twenty Two

TWENTY TWO:

The rest of the week settled into more of a routine. Snotlout remained a presence in the Hallway, his crowd of hangers-on diminished but-as Tuffnut pointed out-there were always kids lonely or stupid enough to want to listen even to someone of Snotlout's faded glory. What was telling, though, was that Eret, Thuggory and the rest of the Football team blanked him, even when he attended practices 'for support' and to offer unnecessary advice. The Coaches watched the interaction but they allowed him to continue to attend, since they had been asked by Spitelout and they hoped that peer support for the injured team member may help him with his adjustment to not being a team member any more. Stubbornly thick-skinned, Snotlout ignored their blanking of him and continued to pretend he was still one of the Team.

More and more eyes turned to the remaining members of the 'Queen Bee' club and Heather, Astrid and Ruff stepped up as leaders of the year. Astrid, especially, had won a lot of admiration for her decisive actions and compassion in the 'Staircase Incident' which showed her true leadership qualities. A number of younger girls had approached her timidly and asked how she had learned to care for the injured students and how to react in a crisis, and she had honestly explained how she had gathered the information. She spared time for anyone who wanted to ask for advice and was garnering a lot of admiration for her style as well. Heather was more relaxed and mirrored her friend's support for younger girls. She was a little more sparky and her witty and dry remarks won her a lot of friends. Ruff was Ruff-idiosyncratic and smart, devoted to her brother and friends and a demon with hair, make-up and completely off-the-wall styles. And there was definitely a section of the female population of the school who wanted a role model who wasn't conventional and idolised the female twin.

Hiccup, Fishlegs and Tuff remained who they were, offering tutoring and following their own interests-though they relished time with their friends. Fishlegs had asked Heather out on a proper date to the pizza and they had a wonderful time over a vegetarian pizza and six orders of garlic bread. Hiccup had also tried a date with Astrid, choosing to take her to the latest 'action' movie where they had managed to grab a back-row pair of seats and split a large bucket of sweet'n'salty popcorn. They had tried to lose themselves in the story but every so often, they would pick out something from the production that they recognised from 'Son of Odin' and they had started giggling. Especially when in the final climactic scene, there were some major continuity issues with the heroine's hair style that changed three times during the course of the action. There had been various shushes and looks but they had tried to smother their laughs.

"You remember how Helga the hairdresser was so anal that every hair was in the same place?" Astrid had whispered. "She was obsessive about her polaroids…"

"I wouldn't know since all I had to do was the 'dragged through a battle backwards' look, which I use every day anyway!" Hiccup replied with a grin, scooping the few remaining kernels at the bottom of the bucket. She swatted his shoulder.

"It looks good on you," she murmured. "Unlike that ridiculous 'do' they have for Mr Hero here…"

"SHHHH!"

They shared a look and smothered another giggle, snuggling close for the remainder of the film. But afterwards, they had walked out, hand in hand and Astrid had looked thoughtful.

"What do you think they'll say about us?" she murmured. Emerald eyes flicked over to inspect her troubled face.

"What do you mean?" he asked, already guessing.

"Will they be laughing at me, pretending to be a Valkyrie?" she asked him softly. He stopped and forced her to look into his face.

"Astrid-I can say without hesitation or any fear of contradiction that you ARE a Valkyrie. Really. There was no one there who would disagree, no one who wasn't blown away by your performance. You were amazing-as you are anyway, just wanted to get that in for the record-and you were so good that Dane-not Finn-insisted on bolstering your part because you had such screen presence." He reached up to cup her cheek. "These guys are professionals. Your Uncle's Production company, Fearless Films, has a hatful of awards and they wouldn't jeopardise a multimillion dollar production just to make you feel good. They wanted you because you were so good. And soon the entire world will see what I and they saw: that Astrid Hofferson is the Valkyrie!"

And then he leaned forward and kissed her passionately, his lips moving urgently over hers and his hand cupping her cheek. She melted into his body, arms sliding around his neck and hanging on until she had to pull back, gasping for breath. Her eyes were soft with surprise and delight.

"Wow," she murmured. "That was…intense." He smiled.

"Not so bad for one-legged skinny Viking," he murmured softly. "Too much?" She pecked a quick kiss on the cheek.

"No-precisely enough for me!" she told him smugly and twined her hand around his. "Now I believe that you owe me a hot chocolate…" He chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"I knew it-you only go out with me for your chocolate habit," he sighed.

"Which you created," she pointed out as they headed for the car park where Stoick was waiting to collect them. "Did the crime-you gotta do the time, Babe…"

"And that would be my pleasure," he smiled as they headed home.

The next week flew past as well and Hiccup, Fishlegs and Tuffnut asked the girls to come with them to 'the Muttonhead's Bar', a favourite venue for the Seniors that regularly had live music, open mikes and karaoke. Astrid knew that Hiccup was planning something because he was twitchy and anxious but she knew that it wasn't anything bad. She trusted Hiccup implicitly not to hurt her-but she was curious. Yet all three boys were close-lipped and the girl found herself curious and a little frustrated. But her mother was very philosophical.

"When a guy you're going out with is planning a surprise, it means he's putting a lot of effort into it so you owe him to accept it as the special gift it is," she reminded her. "Hiccup is a genuine young man and he is obviously planning you a special surprise."

"When a man plans a surprise for a young woman, she clearly means a lot to him," Finn piped up from the other side of the table, his lips lifted in interest at her tone. "Though I think you already know that." Astrid nodded. "Just consider-you have taken him for some amazing surprise trips-and as a result, he has been in a movie and met people that he would never have imagined he would have the opportunity to. This is his attempt to treat you to a similar surprise. Do him the honour of allowing him to surprise you-and take it in good grace. Because one thing I can tell you-someone like Hiccup Haddock doesn't come round every day." Ingrid was nodding in agreement and Astrid sighed.

"I know," she sighed. "But I hate people having secrets. Because over the last few years, secrets have usually meant people doing something mean to me…"

"Honey, Hiccup would never harm you," Ingrid assured her. "And I want a detailed description of what he does…because then I can rate him against how well Ivan did. Your father was a sap when he wanted to be and he was a great one for the romantic gesture." She smiled. "Treasure surprises because you never know when life will throw you a curve ball." Astrid shrugged.

"Had too many of those already," she murmured. And then she smiled. "But sometimes they also give you good surprises…" Her blue eyes flicked up to inspect her uncle, the similarity to his dead brother making his heart ache. "Thanks. I guess I'll just have to work on my patience…"

"Not your strongest suit, my love," her mother murmured, rising to hug her-then dragging Finn into a family hug. "Just be ready to punch him in the arm if he messes up." Astrid smiled then.

"I can do that," she smirked.

She was ready an hour early for when Hiccup picked her up to take her for the date, carefully dressed in dark blue slim-fit jeans, sparkly white camisole top and a loose azure silk blouse over with strappy gold heels. Her hair was loose over her shoulders, two thin braids trailing back from her temples and joining at the back. Hiccup was in his skinny black jeans and a dark red shirt, his hair as untameable as ever and a bright smile on his handsome face.

"Your chariot awaits, Milady," he smiled as he escorted her to his car. Being able to drive again had been a huge relief and had made organising the surprise so much easier-especially since the owner of the Bar-Ack Ack-was a close friend of Gobber who had been more than willing to help Hiccup treat his girlfriend. And his friends had been happy to help in the planning. So Astrid smiled and clambered in, watching him shift into gear and pull away safely, his eyes focussed and face set. A small flutter of warmth ran through her chest: the decisive and determined Hiccup was one she saw less frequently but he was an attractive and appealing prospect. His eyes flicked briefly over to her.

"What?" she asked.

"Is everything okay?" he asked her, looking back at the road. "You're inspecting me like I've grown another head…which I'm sure I would have noticed…" She smiled.

"I'm just interested at what you've got planned," she admitted. "I'm sorry I've been grumpy…because surprises haven't usually been good ones recently. But I trust you…and I've never had a boyfriend plan a surprise for me before…" Hiccup smiled then, his eyes twinkling.

"I hope I don't disappoint then," he murmured. "Wow. No pressure. At all!" She smiled at the instinctive sarcasm.

"You know…I don't think you will," she murmured as they pulled into the car park and stopped. "Because you've planned this as carefully as anything your Dad did for Berk or Finn for Fearless Films…"

"Because when you care for something with all your heart, you put everything into it," he told her, switching off the engine. "You ready?" She nodded, suddenly the eager girl. She bounced up and down in the seat.

"Yes please!" she grinned and scrambled out. She grabbed his hand and almost hauled him in, pausing at the doorway as she gazed into the Bar. Of course, she hadn't ever had any reason to come before, with her formerly outcast status and lack of friends and she paused. The decor was average, with wooden walls and a scrubbed floor. There were Berkian sheep and yak pictures on the walls, framed photographs of friends of the bar-including a huge smiling picture of Stoick and Gobber, clanking tankards of mead -and various Viking motifs. But the wooden bar was clean and well-maintained and the stages were set up and ready. Tables and booths were filling up and the twins, Heather and Fishlegs were already ensconced at a six-seater booth with two places ready. There were wings, potato skins, nachos, melting cheese bites, cheesy jalapeño bites and a pitcher of cola waiting-though the twins' faces were already smeared with extra-spicy chicken wing sauce.

"Hey guys!" Fishlegs called and the couple sped over, sliding into their seats and tucking into the treats. Astrid nudged Hiccup who saw Gobber sitting on a stool at the Bar, winking and waving a tankard of mead. Beside him was a very short, hairy man who was explaining something patiently to a much larger man with a long blond beard and a simple expression on his face and Mr Shepherd, the Zoology teacher. At the Bar, a blond man with a full blond beard was rolling his eyes and debating with his customers. Mr Shepherd was complaining in a high pitched voice about the sheep-roaming laws in Berk to anyone who would listen. Gobber winked again and then turned back to join the discussion. Hiccup rolled his eyes.

"I asked him not to come," he mumbled. "Ever since Dad let slip about the plans, I knew he would turn up. Oh Gods…" He grabbed a handful of Nachos and downed them, then glanced at his friends. "Ready?" Tuff winked.

"I think the Meatlug wants to go first," he commented as Fishlegs blushed scarlet. Hiccup smiled, his mouth quirking up to one side.

"Fish?" he asked and the husky teen nodded.

"If you don't mind…" he gabbled. "I don't mean to muscle in…"

"Though you could do, big boy," Ruff noted teasingly.

"Fish-you're my friend and I am more than happy to stand aside for you to go first," Hiccup told her as Astrid gently punched his arm.

"Hey!" she hissed teasingly.

"It won't impact on your surprise at all, Milady," he assured her gently. "In fact, it may improve it…" Pouting, Astrid grabbed a jalapeño bite.

"Oh…kay…" she conceded and then smiled. "Besides, I have never heard any of your guys in action. I didn't even know you played…" Hiccup rubbed the back of his neck and looked self-conscious again.

"Well, couldn't really publicise it, what with being an outcast," he admitted. "And we usually practice in Tuff's basement-which is soundproofed for safety. It's only really for fun but we have done a few open mikes on quiet days." He glanced around. "This is our first time playing when anyone we know has been around…" She squeezed his hand.

"You know, I'm sure you'll be excellent," she reassured him as Fishlegs rose, drained his lemon and lime (he avoided cola as he worried about the effects of caffeine), and walked purposefully to the karaoke stage. He lifted the microphone and glanced over at the table, his blue-green eyes locking on Heather.

"Um…hi…" he said self-consciously. "I'm singing this for a very special girl. Um…this is for you, Heather." And he gave another small wave as the music started. And then he launched in, his voice deep and perfectly on pitch. "Quiéreme mucho, dulce amor mío…"

Heather's mouth dropped open in a small 'O', shocked at the beautiful rendition in flawless Spanish of the song. Fishlegs stared into her eyes the whole time he sang, having memorised the words, his expression genuine and devoted. Finally, he dropped to his knees as his voice wavered on the final note. Astrid checked and saw tears running down Heather's face at the gesture and as Fishlegs finished, the raven-haired girl was up on her feet, racing to jump the husky boy and pepper him with kisses.

"Yes-I'll be yours," she whispered as she kissed him. He grinned.

"I am always yours," he said as Tuff and Hiccup rose and made their way to the instruments, Tuff pulled on a headband to keep his dreads out of his eyes while Hiccup tuned up the electric guitar and Fishlegs reluctantly disentangled himself from Heather, giving her a kiss and then moving to the keyboard. Clearing his throat, Hiccup stepped up to the mike and smiled.

"And now…thanks for indulging us…" he began.

"Yeh welcome, laddie!" Gobber shouted from the bar as his friends cheered. Giving a pained nod, Hiccup looked over at Astrid.

"Milady-this is for you," he said and nodded. The first notes rang out and Astrid frowned: she was not familiar with the tune but sat entranced as Hiccup launched into the song.

"This summer there won't be a cloud in the sky

I'm so made up I feel I could take off and fly

This summer we've pulled all the sheets off the bed

I'm so happy I can't get you out of my head

This summer I am so in love with you…"

Astrid found her lips stretched into a huge grin. The tune was infectious, the images it evoked magical and he just kept smiling as he sang. Every foot was tapping in the Bar as the band wound up towards the finale.

"I see the helter skelter lights

And hear the music in the breeze

And when we're skimming stones tonight

It feels so good that you're with me

This summer there won't be a cloud in the sky

I'm so made up I feel I could take off and fly

This summer we've pulled all the sheets off the bed

I'm so happy I can't get you out of my head

There's no reason to ever feel lonely again

This summer I am so in love with you…"

Smiling, Hiccup nodded as Astrid began to clap. But they instantly started again, Hiccup's voice beautifully singing the words of a familiar tune.

"I sit and wait. Does a Valkyrie contemplate my fate…?" he began as Astrid gasped.

"Personally, I think it's sacrilege," Ruff grumbled, finishing the cheesy melts. "Angels is a classic."

"But I'm a Valkyrie, not an angel," Astrid pointed out.

"Same difference," the female twin grumbled, scooping more nachos.

"Not really," Astrid told her, grabbing a couple of wings. "More axes involved in Valkyries."

"And you'd know," Ruff conceded, taking a wing herself and licking her fingers to make sure she got all of the sticky sauce.

"They really are very good," Heather murmured. The other two nodded.

"Tuff and his friends spend more time playing than gaming, to be honest," Ruff revealed. "I think he likes the image of being a destructive force of nature-and his instincts in explosives are pretty awesome-but he really really likes pounding the skins." She sighed. "Hiccup is really good, you know. He's very artistic-which he tries to hide because he worries that his Dad wanted a buff Viking son-but you can see he really pours his heart and soul into it."

"You know-I think Stoick has learned to be proud of the amazing son he has," Astrid murmured, her eyes fixated on the lean shape playing and singing with such passion-but she knew the song was only for her. This was his surprise, his thanks for giving him the chance he had craved to be her friend. And honestly, she was transfixed, the melody soaring on his guitar solo as they wound up the the final chorus. There were tears in her eyes and she was so entranced she missed the two shapes taking up a booth two down from theirs as Hiccup launched into the final repetition.

"And through it all she offers me protection

A lot of love and affection

Whether I'm right or wrong

And down the waterfall

Wherever it may take me

I know that life won't break me

When I come to call, she won't forsake me

I'm loving Valkyries instead."

He smiled, his eyes glowing and lips lifted in a smile that was solely for Astrid. Her smile was blinding as she led the cheers and whoops for the performance. Hiccup managed a shy smile and Tuff waved his drumsticks in the air before he began to pound the drums once more. Hiccup smiled as he plucked another chord.

"She's my friend…unto the bitter end…" he sang, his voice dominating the room. Ruff nudged Heather.

"I love this," she murmured, waving to Ack for more Nachos and drinks. "The 'Live in The City of Lights' version of New Gold Dream. Tuff lives for the drums in this."

"And Snotlout looks like he's swallowing a lime," Heather interrupted nudging the others. Sure enough, the new shapes in the two-person booth were Snotlout and Mindy, sitting next to one another with some awkwardness, both nursing colas with self-conscious expressions. But Snotlout kept glancing up at his cousin with envy and bitterness as the music dominated the room. The place was getting crowded and everyone was swaying to the beat, several dancing along. Ack spun through with a full round of drinks and another huge plate of snacks.

"They'll need them after their turn," he said. in his deep voice. "I knew they were doing a set and they never disappoint! Takings will be good tonight after this!" And he grinned. Suddenly, Astrid rose and whispered an urgent question into his ear. Frowning, Ack nodded and winked at her.

"I'll set it up for you straight away, lass," he said and scooted off.

"She's my friend until the bitter end…she's my friend until the bitter end . Ah she's standing there with me, the siren and the ecstasy…be my friend…until the bitter end…"

"You okay?" Heather whispered as Astrid smiled.

"I'm not a brilliant singer but I can't let this go without a reply," she smiled. "Obviously not as practiced but equally as sincere…"

"I'm coming home and I say…I'm coming home and I say…with your New Gold Dream…with your New Gold Dream…I'm coming home and I say…I'm coming home and I say.." Sweat was pouring down Hiccup's forehead as he played as if his life depended on it. The patrons were cheering, Tuff was pounding the drums for all he was worth and Fishlegs was playing the synth with ferocious concentration. Then Hiccup looked into Astrid's eyes as he sang the last line. "Be my friend…until the bitter end," he said. "My love…" And then the music wound down, the tune ending to thunderous applause. Even Mindy was clapping-though Snotlout was sitting with a face like thunder and arms folded angrily across his body. Astrid was on her feet, launching to wrap her boyfriend in a huge hug and kiss him very firmly.

"Always," she whispered. "Now I've got a response for you." He gaped, switching off the amp as she sashayed to the karaoke station and clicked on the tune that Ack assured her would be available and had lined up for her as he promised. Another familiar tune started pounding away as the blonde grinned at the surprised Hiccup.

"I got chills

They're multiplying

And I'm losing control

'Cause the power you're supplying

It's electrifying…" she sang.

His jaw dropped as she carried straight on to the female part of the first verse, beckoning him forward to join her in the chorus.

"You're the one that I want

You are the one I want

Ooh ooh ooh, honey

The one that I want

You are the one I want

Ooh ooh ooh, honey

The one that I want

You are the one I want

Ooh ooh ooh, the one I need

Oh, yes indeed…"

The Bar was in an uproar, cheering along as the couple went through the second verse taking the traditional parts. But as the last chorus came up, they faced one another, hands on each other's waists and sang to each other. Astrid's cheeks were flushed with exhilaration and Hiccup was grinning. They finished to cheers and another kiss before finally, they sat down. Fishlegs pushed glasses of soda into their hands.

"You need them," he said, bright red himself. "That was awesome. Astrid-you have an amazing voice!"

"Good amazing or dogs howling to be spared from their pain amazing?" she asked him, still panting and taking a deep gulp of the ice-cold drink.

"Definitely good amazing," Ruff told her. "And the pair of you sizzled!"

"See?" Astrid told Hiccup smugly.

"I do not sizzle!" he protested, wiping his forehead.

"Smoulder, maybe," Heather teased.

"Lukewarm at best," he grumbled. Elbowing him gently and snagging a nice hot cheese and ham potato skin, Astrid gestured to the crowd.

"I think they would beg to differ, Babe,' she murmured but his eyes drifted to the two shapes in the far booth.

"Not everyone agrees," he sighed, seeing Mindy snap a few words at Snotlout. The stocky boy snarked back and everyone winced, looking away at what was clearly a rapidly-developing argument.

"It's not your fault," Tuff commented. "He's been complaining about you since they arrived. It's his problem and he has to deal with his own issues."

"Hiccup-that's not your problem," Astrid told him, turning his face back to look at her. "Babe-this was the most amazing, magical surprise and I would never have guessed that I would be serenaded by my brilliant, amazing boyfriend and his band. It's…beyond amazing. I-I just don't have the words. But I have one answer. Yes. I will be your friend-to the bitter end…and beyond. We've wasted enough time." And she kissed him again-just as Mindy stormed past. The twins nudged each other and sighed, seeing Heather and Fishlegs snuggled together, obviously sharing a tender moment as well.

"It seems not everyone is getting their happy ending this evening," Tuff murmured. Ruff nodded.

"Not every song has a happy tune," she sighed. "And it looks like Snotty hit the wrong note."

A/N - Acknowledgements:

'Quierome mucho' Songwriters: Gonzalo Roig / Agustin Rodriguez Bonnat.

'This Summer' by Squeeze, lyrics Cliff Difford/Glenn Tilbrook

'Angels' is written by Guy Chambers and Robbie Williams.

"New Gold Dream' Written by: Charles Burchill, Derek Forbes, James Kerr, Michael Joseph Macneil

'You're the One That I Want' written by Johan Farrar

All rights remain with their copyright holders. All are worth a listen!

A/N 2: The comments about the hairdo in the movie are based on 'The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.' Seriously-watch Mina's hair in the final confrontation with Dorian. Oops!

[harrypanther]

Face Value Chapter Twenty One

TWENTY ONE:

Hiccup was bowed over his homework English assignment when the doorbell rang. His friends had sent their refusals to tutor Snotlout at the end of the school day and had all scooted from the school at top speed to avoid any confrontation. Actually, Hiccup could see that the twins were quite looking forward to an argument but Heather, Fishlegs and Astrid had hauled them away before they could locate the Snot.

The doorbell rang again and Hiccup rolled his eyes. His father was downstairs in his office and would be just as unwilling to be interrupted but Stoick had insisted his son concentrate on his work, since he had missed time with his concussion so it was with relief that he heard the creak of steps on the hall floor and the creak of the door.

He turned back to the paper and typed in another sentence, then erased it. The wording just wasn't right, the words eluding him… He massaged his temples, rerunning his previous thoughts and grasping the elusive thread. He smiled and began to type, fingers flying across the keyboard as he chased the train of thought. The words were flowing, the discussion suddenly clear in his mind and he could see the rest of the paper forming even as he typed.

"HICCUP!"

He growled, his train of thought derailed.

"BUSY!" he yelled, desperately trying to put down the words before his concentration was broken.

"SON! IMPORTANT!"

"GO 'WAY! BUSY!" he yelled back desperately, trying to at least type a few words as pointers to how his argument was going to develop. But he could feel the bubble burst and he shook his head, making a bullet list of the points he had come up with, in the hope he could string them back together when whatever his father was determined to discuss would be done.

"HICCUP! NOW!"

Snapping the screen of his laptop down in frustration, he shoved his chair back from his desk and scrambled up, limping slightly and almost tripping over Toothless, who had wound himself around Hiccup's chair. Smiling, the boy fondled the Shollie's soft black ears. Green eyes cracked open gently and the dog whimpered.

"Yeah, I'll be okay," he murmured. "I'm sure it's nothing…" Then he walked out of his room and made his way to the top of the stairs-to stop dead as he saw his Uncle Spitelout standing there, a smug look on his face and his arms folded. Sighing, Hiccup cautiously made his way down the stairs, his limp still obvious and his hand clamped tightly on the hand rail. Stoick looked up, mild disappointment in his eyes.

"Ah, Hiccup-yeh know Uncle Spitelout?" he said lamely.

"You mean the same one who burst into my hospital room just after I had woken from really bad concussion and made a load of unfounded and vicious allegations ALL OF WHICH WERE UNTRUE about the attack Snotlout made on me that could have killed me?" Hiccup snarked, his eyes glittering with anger. Stoick rubbed the back of his neck.

"Um…aye…well, he wanted to talk to me about Snotlout," he said.

"Has he offered an apology?" Hiccup asked sharply.

"Well…no…" Stoick mumbled. "But it was an accident."

Hiccup blinked.

"What was? The fact I grabbed at anything to stop me falling after Snotlout had deliberately shoved me down the stairs?" he asked. "And where is the apology for the attack? Because Snotlout certainly hasn't apologised for pushing me down the stairs and then lying about it. And Spitelout hasn't apologised for his behaviour in the hospital, the way he stormed in and verbally attacked an injured minor-which you were pretty slow to stop, Dad!"

Stoick's eyes flicked guiltily up. The last shot had hit home, especially when he had realised how bad his son had been feeling after the online bullying he had received as a result of the lies peddled by Snotlout and Atali. He had attended his first session with a counsellor on Monday evening but his father knew it would take a while for the damage done to be remediated.

"Aye, well Spitelout came over because Snotlout is having some issues-and he says you're behind them…" he said, his tone disappointed. Hiccup folded his arms.

"What issues?" he bit out.

"Well, the spiteful way that you're refusing to let your friends tutor my boy to help him catch up!" Spitelout piped up snidely. Hiccup stared at him.

"WHAT?" he exploded.

"He said yeh friends refused tae tutor him and that it must be yer fault!" Spitelout repeated more loudly. Hiccup stared in shock for a second and then exhaled slowly.

"Firstly, my friends make their own minds up," he said evenly. "Secondly, no one is under any compulsion to take on additional tutoring. And though my friends offer it, they are not staff so they have no compulsion to accept everyone who applies-it's a matter of what they feel they can offer. So if they choose not to offer tutoring to someone, it's because they don't feel they are the right person for that student's needs. And finally-Snotlout has been cruel, snide and plain nasty to all of them for ages-years, in fact. Why would they want to put themselves out for him? In life, you reap what you sow. Snotlout has been cruel and selfish for years, existing on his image of being the strong guy, the jock and ruthlessly denigrating, bullying and ostracising those he considers weaker or less worthy than him. Suddenly he needs those 'worthless' people and now he's surprised to find that they don't want to expend the energy or the time to try to lever some information not Snotlout's notoriously thick and dense skull. So they have turned him down. So that means he will have to do what everyone else has to do and talk to his teachers to get tutoring."

"I don't hear anything other than jealousy!" Spitelout sneered.

"Let me be clear-NO ONE is jealous of Snotlout's stupidity!" Hiccup told him shortly. "Astrid, Fishlegs and I are straight A students and guaranteed Honour Roll. The twins and Heather are likely to make the Honour Roll as well. Snotlout was borderline failing his Diploma even before he had time off because he was lazy and uninterested. If my friends don't think they can make a difference, that is their choice!"

"Well-what about you?" Spitelout snapped. "He's yeh cousin, after all!" Hiccup gaped.

"You're kidding, right?" he gaped. Then he reached the hall floor. "Dad-is your computer on?"

"Um…yes, son…" Stoick said.

"Good," Hiccup snapped. "Come along then!" He walked past and the two men trailed after him, watching curiously as the teen unlocked his father's computer and navigated to BerkBook, before clicking on the link for 'the StairCase Incident-Footage G Larson'. He spun the screen so Spitelout and Stoick could see and then he clicked play.

Hiccup closed his eyes-he didn't need to see the fall again and his counsellor said the footage may not help his personal recollections or memories return-but he flinched when he heard the words "I don't need anything off you, Useless-especially not you trying to protect me!" And then he heard Stoick's gasp as he witnessed the push, the fall and the sight of his son's head smash against the rail and then the stairs, the sight of his son lying still and unconscious-and of the girls, Hiccup's friends rushing to help both the injured-including the attacker. Stoick managed a small smile at Astrid's fiery determination to take charge and her actions in protecting his son. And then Hiccup clicked the video to pause.

"Snotlout attacked me," he repeated, seeing Spitelout's face frozen in shock. "He stated that he didn't need anything off me. He threw me from our group of friends when I was injured and lost part of my leg in a fire." Stoick blushed again in shame. "He's not treated me like a cousin or any sort of family for over a decade. He's physically attacked me twice recently. I am certainly not lifting a finger to help him catch up with work he has lost through his own actions. He can do what I had to do-put the time and effort in and catch up on his own. Or ask the teachers. But I am not spending one second alone with him or lifting a finger to help him."

"He said ye were a bitter, jealous little twig and he was right!" Spitelout spat as Stoick stared at him in astonishment.

"You know-brother-I was always surprised at how insanely stupid and gullible you were and you never cease to disappoint!" the flame-haired man growled. "You take everything that loud-mouthed son of yours says at face value. You believe his lies, even when there is concrete evidence that proves he's being dishonest. You never call him out on his lies, his transgressions, his faults. You place all your value on his sporting achievements-which were impressive, I concede-but from what you say, he won't be able to pursue that as a career. So now you need to step up as a father and support and guide him. And echoing his lies, that others are 'jealous' of him so they won't help him isn't helping him at all. Now is the time to sit him down and explain why others don't want to put themselves out for him-because he has never done anything for them to want to. Because he has acted entitled and cruel, that he has been spiteful and blustered, rather than lift one finger to do the work throughout his school career. He hasn't helped others at all throughout his school career, merely demanded admiration. And he now expects aid from those he has targeted and taunted for years, with no comprehension of their feelings or humility in his requests. It is natural they won't help-and ridiculously stupid that you imagine that they would. It reflects poorly on him as a person-and worse on you as a parent, for allowing your only child to become…this…and then storming round here to harangue my son for everything that your son has brought upon himself and which he must now learn to face on his own!"

Spitelout faced his brother, his mouth hanging open and eyes wide with shock. He glanced over at Hiccup, seeing calm determination in the auburn-haired teen's eyes. And then he swallowed.

"Ah. I'll be seeing meself out then." He turned to the door. "Sorry to interrupt your evening."

There was silence, save for his heavy steps as he walked to the door and let himself out. The door clicked as Hiccup stared up at his father. Stoick's eyes strayed back to the screen.

"I hadn't seen that before," he murmured. "I never realised just how blatant, how vicious the attack was. And for him to say that and then make the claims, the lies he did…Gods." Hiccup rose and walked to his Dad, seeing the distress and confusion in his eyes. Quietly, he took his hand and squeezed.

"i get…fragments now," he murmured. "But seeing it shocked me too. Seeing someone be so cold-blooded and vicious, to take that action with no care for the consequences…is a real kick in the guts!"

"And for him to now involve the 'cousin' thing is absolutely revolting!" Stoick growled. "I'm sorry. He came up and claimed you and your friends were mounting a campaign against Snotlout to stop him graduating and make his life miserable. That you had all refused to tutor him out of spite and were gloating that he was going to fail…"

"And in what way does that sound like my friends or me, Dad?" Hiccup asked him bluntly. "I know you've been an absent neglectful father at times-though I never doubt you love me-but why do you believe your muttonheaded brother over your son? The brother you barely speak to unless he's trying to undermine me and gloat about his own son!" Stoick looked ashamed.

"He's my brother and can be very…persistent," he mumbled.

"You mean you tolerate him because your Dad asked you to look out for him when he was dying and you always felt guilt at your estrangement even though it was the only option you had due to his toxic behaviour," Hiccup told him. Eyes widening, Stoick chuckled.

"I see that counsellor is already taking effect," he commented.

"Not really," Hiccup told him firmly. "I took Psychology in Junior Year and it's basic observation and common sense. I know you have spent a lot of your life looking out for Spitelout-but he's just as ungrateful and entitled as his son is. He always boasts and throws it back in your face while you just smile and get on…"

"Spitelout has always been insecure, my half-brother, born out of wedlock and always feeling inadequate," Stoick explained, leading them to the kitchen. Quietly, he clicked the kettle on and prepared to make his patented hot chocolate. "He was never bright and I helped him as much as I could-not that it could make much of a dent in his innate stupidity-but it was never enough. It was always a competition between us. Somehow he made it to college and we were rivals in the Football Team even then-he never forgave me for getting the Quarterback berth in Senior Year-or for not going pro. I never sought the glory, I just wanted to enjoy my sport and play with my team…and then come home and serve Berk. I'm not built for the lies and deceptions of politics so I served the community by promoting business, art, cuisine, experiences, theatre, culture, the countryside…anything to ensure our town thrives and prospers. He sought glory in the leagues and when he never made it, somehow it was my fault. And he never let up about the fact his son was buffer and stronger than you."

"And he transmitted his insecurities and jealousy to Snot," Hiccup realised, accepting his cup of chocolate with added cream, marshmallows and grated dark chocolate on top and taking a grateful sip. "This is good, Dad. Thanks." Stoick sighed.

"I know I've been a poor father," he confessed. "I know I miss your Mom something horrible but she chose her way. I will never divorce her-because I still love her. And I cannot say sometimes how hard Spitelout's taunts hit-that I wasn't man enough to hang onto her. But I think I always knew which way her heart leaned. She was spirited and passionate about what she believed-and I see that in you, son. And in my heart of hearts, I knew that I was only lent her, that she wasn't going to be mine for life. Yet I am eternally grateful that I have you-which I know is selfish since your Mom left us both and you when you were only a wee one-because you are my pride and joy. I never say it enough but you are a decent and brave young man. You are smart, you have good friends and a great girl and I know you will succeed in whatever you want to do."

Hiccup looked up at the inflection in the words and saw the honesty in his father's grey-green eyes. Stoick wasn't good at opening up on his feelings and it was clear that the encounter with Spitelout had shaken him to the core and caused him to question his own parenting. But there were oceans between Spitelout and Stoick.

"Dad-we all cope with things in our own ways," he sighed, realising that there was little currency in hanging onto his bitterness and resentment at his father's absence. The truth was that Stoick did love him and never hesitated to show it when he was there-and that he had realised, albeit belatedly, that his son would need him and he had stepped back from the job he loved to be there for Hiccup. And though he was awkward and a bit like a dragon in a china shop, Stoick was trying. "And I know that you are trying Dad." He sipped his chocolate again. "And in case you didn't realise, I'm proud of you too. I just wish you sometimes trusted me." Stoick sipped his own chocolate, his moustache ending up liberally tipped with cream and chocolate.

"I do," he assured his son. "Though sometimes I need my son to remind me what a muttonhead I am." Hiccup chuckled, glancing at the huge shape opposite.

"Hmm…let's be honest, Dad," he said. "In that department, the Jorgensens have got the Haddocks beaten, hands down!" Stoick started laughing.

"Thor, don't tell them that or they'll be unbearable!" he guffawed. Hiccup grinned as well.

"Thanks, Dad,' he said. "And I really am glad you're home now." Stoick beamed with pride.

"Anything for my son," he said.

oOo

"So how've you been, Babe?" Astrid's face looked tired over FaceTime but she was still as beautiful as ever. Hiccup sighed and her face creased with concern. "Hiccup?"

"I had a visit from Spitelout-Snot's Dad," he revealed. "He really has no insight or connection with reality. He was accusing me of making you guys deliberately not help poor Snotlout and trying to make him fail!"

"WHAT?" Her face showed her outrage. "I hope you put him right!" He smiled.

"I showed him Gustav's video," he revealed. "He hadn't seen it-and I think the sight of his son snarling those words and giving me an almighty shove down a flight of stairs really hit home at what was wrong with Snotlout. And how there was no way I would ever be able to help Snotlout-even if he did apologise." She nodded, her face serious.

"Did he get the message?" she asked and he nodded.

"I think he was shocked-especially when my Dad completely let rip into him-that Snot's failings and petty jealousy and insecurity and bullying were all his Dad's fault," Hiccup admitted. "And Dad apologised-for letting Spitelout in and for a lot more. He really misses Mom at times and I'm sorry for him. It sounds like Spitelout wasn't kind to him when Mom bailed…and that probably contributed to the rift. And it's sad because what kind of person glories in the fact that someone has been abandoned through no fault of his own? Mom was always her own person and she left us both, not just Dad. She abandoned her small child because her beliefs were more important to her than her child and family." He chewed his lip. "I hope I would never be that person. I hope I would always be the person who would offer support and kindness. And I know I wasn't…but I want to try."

She smiled, her eyes sparkling.

"You already are," she assured him. "Initially, you were an ass but you learned the lesson and when I really needed you, you were there. Hiccup…if anything has become more clear over the weeks we've been together-and Thor, that sounds weird but you know what I mean…it's that clinging onto the anger of the past just denies you the opportunities that you could have if people would accept apologies and give people a second chance." She smiled. "Mom and I gave Finn a chance-because he showed he wanted to help, to be part of our life. And he would have earlier, if we hadn't been so angry at Dad's loss. He forgave us as well. I forgave you and you forgave me for the horrible thing that Snot and those idiots did to you, even though I never asked that anyone went in against their will or that someone was trapped…"

"Milady-Snot, Thug and Eret should take responsibility for their own choices and their own mistakes," he soothed her, seeing her eyes start to darken with upset at the thought that her words could have led to his death at the hands of his vicious, spiteful former friends. She sighed.

"But they don't, do they?" she sighed. "I mean, Snot expects you to help him, even though he did nothing for you and has expressed no contrition for his crimes. He emailed me this evening, all full of 'poor Snot' and vitriol that my friends didn't help him so I owed him tuition because they had given me a chance to be one of the popular gang. No mention of the way they treated me before…or at the Valentine's Dance, by the way! And not one syllable about how sorry he was that he and Atali and Mindy tried to blame this all on me as well!"

"So I guess that was a 'no' to tutoring him," Hiccup guessed as she nodded.

"I told him to get lost," she replied smartly. "That his actions in the past in no way made me want to help him. And that he would have to succeed or fail entirely on the basis of his own skills and efforts."

"Ouch," Hiccup murmured. "He's doomed…" He took a sip of his cold chocolate as Astrid's eyes widened.

"Hey-you didn't say you had chocolate!" she protested. He gulped.

"Well, I couldn't really send one of Dad's specials down the computer…" he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously. She pursed her lips.

"You could have brought a take-out for me…" she whined.

"I'm not sure Dad's in the take-out business…" he said as he saw the disappointment in her eyes. "But I can try to persuade him. And maybe…when you come over, he will make you the chocolatest most marshmallowy and definitely most over-creamed hot chocolate in Berk's history!"

"That's a date," she promised and smiled. "Now, what else has been happening with my fabulous boyfriend…?"

[harrypanther]

A Yakky Reunion

A Yakky Reunion

AN1: Co-written between Vala411 & Harrypanther (Warning: Please be aware both of us are either tipsy, sugarhigh or both)

AN2: No teachers, buildings or yaks were harmed in the making of this story. Just 'slightly' singed.

AN3: Disclaimer: We don't own How To Train Your Dragon (more's the pity). Rights remain with Cressida Cowell and Dreamworks.

-o0o-

"PLEAAAAASEEEEE!" Snotlout begged as he hugged his neighbour's legs, on his knees. The begging continued, causing the blonde woman to roll her eyes in exasperation and mild disgust. "Astrid please help me out here!" Snotlout continued. They had been neighbours for close to two years now and Snotlout knew he and Astrid didn't start off on the right foot but he thought that she was warming up to him.

"Why me again?" Astrid asked with a roll of her eyes. "Also stand up, you're embarrassing yourself." Snotlout scrambled off the hall floor of their apartment building and looked at Astrid with pleading puppy-dog eyes.

"Because you're literally the only one who can do it!" Snotlout whined. The blonde woman pursed her lips and scanned the stocky man in his security guard's uniform.

"Lily on the third floor rejected you, didn't she?" she deadpanned.

"Yes," Snotlout signed. He was hugging her legs tighter.

"Maddie on the fifth floor?" Astrid guessed.

"Shut the door in my face." Snotlout conceded.

"Jane at the reception?"

"Threatened me with mace," Snotlout muttered.

"Rochelle on the fourth floor?"

"Kicked me in the...well, let's say she wasn't at all keen…" Snotlout grumbled with a wince. "Hey, I even asked our landlord."

"Our landlord is a 64-year-old woman with 8 cats," Astrid pointed out, folding her arms disapprovingly.

"I know," Snotlout uttered. "She said I wasn't sexy enough for her."

"And you came to me last?" Astrid checked, raising an eyebrow and scowling as Snotlout gulped.

"Well, I didn't think you'd agree," he pleaded pitifully.

"You're right. I don't," the blonde snapped and was about to slam the door when Snotlout shouted:

"WAIT! I'LL GET YOU THOSE LIMITED EDITION CAKES YOU LOVE FOR A WHOLE WEEK!"

Astrid stopped and peered at Snotlout with a cynical eye. "Those special Mille-feuille cakes?" she asked him carefully.

"I work Security in the building across from that bakery. I can get them before they are sold out!" Snotlout told her desperately. "All I need is this little favour."

Astrid thought for a moment, her azure eyes assessing Snotlout. She had been seriously craving those cakes again but they were always sold out when she went after work. Her neighbour was getting desperate with bribing her because they weren't cheap-but did she want to be seen in public with a rather short, stocky, desperate security guard who had issues with regular bathing and had flirted horribly with her for over a year?

But cakes were cakes...

"Fine, I'll do it. I'll be your date to your High School reunion," Astrid stated, causing Snotlout to punch the air with glee. "And I expect the first cake IN ADVANCE or the deal's off!"

-o0o-

"Tell me again why I needed to basically dress like a Bond girl for this?" Astrid asked when they were in the parking lot of Snotlout's old High School, ready for the reunion. Snotlout had been absolutely desperate for her to be dressed up to the nines, looking at least a million dollars and as she had given her word, Astrid had agreed. As a beautiful woman with pale skin, big azure eyes and shimmering gold hair, Astrid knew she was attractive and had chosen a floor-length silk-satin cream halter-neck gown that hugged her perfect figure beautifully, the neckline slashed to the waistband. Golden Louboutins and a matching purse completed her ensemble, making her look Oscar-worthy. She looked around: her schooling had been at the more downmarket Berk High but they all knew that Raven Point Academy was the most exclusive school in Berk.

"Because….." Snotlout began and then looked around to check if no one was around to overhear them. "I really need you to make me look good. A lot of these people come from very well off families and I don't really want them finding out I ended up as a Security guard."

"Why? A security guard is a perfectly good job to have," Astrid stated honestly. Snotlout looked embarrassed.

"Yeah, but I was Mr. Popular back then and voted most likely to succeed," Snotlout signed.

"Ah." And though she was already regretting the agreement, she felt a pang of sympathy for Snotlout. "You want to live out the old glory days. And pretend they were right." Snotlout nodded.

"Just for tonight, I'd like to be the success they thought I'd be," he sighed. "And you're going to be my ticket to making them believe that." She looked him up and down and slid her arm through his: he had cleaned up reasonably well, with his broad face clean-shaven and his raven hair neatly combed. His pale blue eyes were sparkling as he smiled.

"Then lead on, Mr. Success," she told him, lifting her head. "Show me your Alma Mater!"

They walked through the main entrance and Snotlout glanced around with unabashed interest. The main hallway was wide and freshly decorated, the floor covered with a sturdy but good quality carpet and there were portraits and certificates on the walls, along with posters and artworks by the pupils, shields won by the sports teams and photographs of the graduating classes. It was, Astrid had to concede, rather more impressive than her own High School, which looked as if it was about to fall down ten years ago when they had left school.

There were other couples walking around, along with some groups and they were all murmuring, reminiscing as they revisited old haunts and relived old memories-some funny and some rather more poignant. Snotlout pointed out a few places-where he had stood as he had given his then-girlfriend her first kiss and where he had said goodbye to his friends for the last time as he left school. Astrid found herself feeling more sorry for him. He was brash and not especially bright or insightful but he was clearly disappointed at how his life had turned out and a part of her wanted to make sure he had a good night. And she found herself hoping he wouldn't just put his foot in his mouth-as he tended to when he was flirting with her.

"Oh look, they redecorated!" Snotlout noticed as he and Astrid were walking towards the gym. "There used to be a wall here!" The blonde frowned, inspecting the clearly new plasterwork.

"Do they redecorate often?" Astrid asked as Snotlout proceeded to point out several more renovations that had happened after he left school. A wall gone there, more doors, new classrooms, even a new pool. She looked confused.

"Well, only if an explosion happened," Snotlout shrugged as if it was common causing Astrid to stop in her tracks.

"An explosion!" she uttered looking caught off guard. "Was that a frequent occurrence?"

"Yeah, we had a set of twins who were in my year," Snotlout smirked. "They loved causing explosions." Her eyebrows raised in concern. He then started ticking off a few examples. "Let's see, the wall to the gym was blown up once because of a misplaced experimental firework that was actually about seventy fireworks all rolled into one, the pool is now where the tennis court used to be due to the exploding balls, the front doors of the school were trampled by a stampede of yaks..."

"Wait...Yaks?! Why would there be yaks here?" Astrid asked as she looked left and right as if a yak would pop out any second.

"You know, I think the Vice Principal asked the same question. And the Biology Teacher. And the Police. And Berk Animal Welfare… In fact, only the twins know the answer to that…" Astrid shook her head.

"And I guess they went into Demolitions?" she guessed. Snotlout shook his head.

"Actually, I heard one went into teaching and is currently a teacher here," he revealed. Astrid stopped dead and stared at him incredulously.

"So let me get this straight. One of the people who was regularly involved in the destruction of the school became a teacher and returned to this very school to teach?" Astrid summarized. "And some idiots actually hired them?"

"Pretty much," Snotlout said as they reached the gym doors. "You should have seen graduation. When the twins got their diplomas the teachers broke out the alcohol on stage. I hate to see the expressions on their faces when Ruff came back to join the faculty a few years later!" Astrid shook her head.

"You know, I doubt that would happen in the Public School system," she murmured as Snotlout shrugged.

"Well, Raven Point Academy is a pretty unusual place," he shrugged as the walked into the Gym, decorated with a huge banner in red and gold, proclaiming "WELCOME BACK GRADUATES!" He gestured. "Ta-Da? We're here!"

Astrid looked around. The gym was a large space, now laid out with tables to one side laden with drinks and food and a number of round tables with six or eight chairs, covered with crisp white tablecloths and decorated with neat red and pink flower arrangements. There were people milling around, most in evening dress and tuxedos and all looking very pleased with themselves, Most were clutching glasses of champagne or cocktails and Seniors were circulating with trays of canapes. Snotlout chivalrously snared them both a glass of champagne and stuffed three mini samosas in his mouth as they slowly circulated, nodding to the other attendees and allowing Snotlout to show off his 'girlfriend'.

Calmly, he pointed out several of the teachers standing in the gym, circulating and greeting their former pupils. He gestured to a huge, saturnine man in a black suit, with long black dreadlocks, a sallow scarred face and a small braided beard.

"There is Mr. Bludvist," Snotlout commented in a low voice. "He used to be the Physics teacher and he became the Principal a few years back." He then leaned a little closer to Astrid to lower his voice to a whisper "Rumour had it that he only became the Principal after Ruffnut returned. Our old one, Mr. Grimmel, had a bit of a breakdown and no one wanted to become the boss afterwards to take responsibility for any over-budget repairs. Not even Vice-Principal Johann."

"Ah," was all Astrid could say as she looked at the surly Principal. The man hardly looked like a sympathetic leader. Snotlout grabbed her arm and almost spilled her champagne.

"Oh, and there is Mr. Treacherous." Snotlout pointed out. "He is the PE teacher and was my football coach. Good coach too, really supported me and sponsored me for my scholarship...except for one little thing."

"Which was?" Astrid was quite curious indeed.

"His mother…."

"His mother?" Her tone was perplexed.

"Yeah, we called her Excellinor the Witch. She taught Biology until her retirement in my Senior Year, thank Thor. Boy were we happy to see her go." Snotlout shuddered at the memory. "She was super strict. I would rather face three nuns with rulers, to be honest. But when it came to her son, she was a big softy. Mr. Treacherous was a bit forgetful during football season and he often forgot to eat so she would shout in the hallways "Ooooh Alvin-pooooh, Mommy made you a packed lunch!"

Astrid held a hand in front of her mouth to stop her laughter but she doubled over anyway at the mental image. Somehow, it kind of explained how come Snotlout was how he was. But she composed herself as he continued on explaining who the various staff members were. Then he squealed and hid behind her, gesturing at a buff man in leather pants and gilet with short spiky carrot-red hair, a scrappy beard and scars over one side of his face.

"Oh my Thor!" he gasped. Astrid frowned.

"What?" she asked as he gestured with a spring roll he had grabbed to settle his nerves.

"Dagur!" he whispered.

"Dagger? Who names themselves after a knife?" Astrid asked incredulously, wondering if maybe she had stepped into an alternate universe. Strangely enough, though she had been born on and lived on Berk her whole life, everyone she had known throughout her childhood and in school had been really...normal. In fact, she had scoffed at her friends from College who had laughed that Berkians had a reputation for weird names to scare off gnomes and trolls. Clearly, it seemed, she had been going to the wrong school because this place was weird name central.

"Dagur De La Ranged," Snotlout whispered, peering out from behind Astrid. "He was about three years above us but his sister was...in my year. Was a Berkian Army Ranger until that incident with the packed lunches, the helicopter and three exploding tanks. Anyway, I heard he was invalided out. He's the gardener here. Completely obsessive. I mean, I heard he cuts the bushes with hairdresser's scissors! And the front lawn! Every plant is measured in place with a ruler. And anyone walking on the grass...well, I believe the Board of Governors had to give him a written warning for threatening to axe students' feet off for bruising his lawn…" He glanced at Astrid. "Did we walk across the grass on the way in?"

"Yup," Astrid confirmed.

"I think I need the bathroom," Snotlout gulped and vanished under the tables, crawling towards the exit undercover. "I'll be back in a few…" Shaking her head, she picked up a lox sandwich and sighed. She was wondering if her Mille Feuille were really worth all of this...

Ten minutes later, she was really getting fed up. She didn't know anyone here and she was hanging around the drinks table with still no sign of Snotlout. Dagur was chatting amiably with the Principal and an attractive raven-haired woman and no one had paid her any heed. Idly, she poured herself another punch as a tall, lanky auburn-haired man approached her. He was dressed rather casually for such an event, in plain black slacks and an open-necked rust-red shirt. While everyone else was in full evening dress, hoping to relive glory moments, he looked like your everyday guy down the bar. What struck her though was his handsome, sharp-jawed face and his sparkling emerald eyes. He smiled and she felt her heart flutter a little as he nodded a greeting.

"Hi," he introduced himself, his voice light, slightly nasal and very pleasant. "I'm Hiccup. Snotlout's cousin. You must be his girlfriend." The man, Hiccup, held his hand out for her to shake and she vaguely remembered Snotlout mentioning that his cousin had also attended the school, though they hadn't talked in a few years. She firmly shook his hand, feeling his warm skin against hers. She felt her lips lift in a brief smile.

"Hmm… 'Girlfriend' is a bit of a stretch," Astrid conceded. She knew that she was basically more like arm-candy as Snotlout introduced her to his past friends. For an independent and fierce woman, she was finding it harder and harder to smile and not feel insulted at being stared up and down by a selection of lascivious men who were clearly just seeing her as a piece of meat. Not one person had asked her anything about herself, though they had been keen enough to boast about their own achievements. And though she was getting expensive pastries out of the deal for free, she wasn't enjoying the evening. In a second, Hiccup read her face.

"He bribed you didn't he," he sighed. Her eyes widened as he offered a small smile. "I told him not to do it when he called me up a week ago but well….."

"Well?" Astrid asked. She was curious now.

Hiccup pointed at someone and Astrid turned to see the attractive raven-haired woman she had noted earlier laughing and chatting with several other women. "Snotlout's crushes," Hiccup explained easily, grabbing himself a punch. "They all rejected him for Prom so he wanted to show you off to make them feel that they missed something. Though two of the ladies in question had a good reason for blowing him off."

"They did?" Astrid quirked a brow in response to his statement. He chuckled and gestured to the black-haired woman

"That's Heather de La Ranged, youngest child of an old-money family but she went against their wishes and joined the Army after graduating. She was checking out recruitment offices during Prom time."

"How did you know that?" Astrid asked.

"We were close then. And since I wasn't going to go to Prom she asked if I could help her sneak around and drive her to the places," Hiccup stated.

"You didn't go to Prom?" Astrid frowned.

"Yeah, couldn't get a date." Hiccup just shrugged casually, as if he hadn't cared-though there was the faintest of edges to his voice which told Astrid that he had. "I was a nerd back then. A complete fishbone. Tall, skinny as hell and awkward. I could fall over my feet on a flat floor. No girl wanted to look my way with the exception of Heather and Ruffnut."

"Ruffnut? Is she the other girl Snotlout had a crush on?" Astrid asked, wondering where she had heard the name. Hiccup had to stifle a laugh.

"Ruff? Thor no. Ruffnut is one of the Thorston twins, a truly destructive force of nature! I'll introduce you to them later if you want. Snot's second crush was her," Hiccup then pointed to a woman that was talking to the Principal. Elegant, dressed in a sheer white gown with a choker of diamonds at her throat and her coppery hair in an elaborate style, she was stunning but she also looked extremely satisfied with herself. "Her. Atali Maiden, she was the Student Body President and the 'one that got away'. Though, in fact, my cousin never got the nerve to even ask her out. You probably saw her on the welcoming committee." Astrid shook her head.

"Nope," she commented. "She was already hobnobbing with the Principal and that guy over there with the designer tux. Snot and I didn't even feature on her radar." Hiccup sighed.

"Sorry," he said honestly. "She's taken with her own publicity and mixes with the great and good. She's on the Town Council as the Arts Portfolio Holder. She meets and greets anyone famous coming to Berk-and rumour has it she refuses to let them go unless they have their picture taken with her…"

"You seem to know a lot," Astrid remarks. "Did she stalk you as well?"

"Um...kind of," Hiccup admitted, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously. "Mainly for my family, to be honest. I was kind of a disappointment at school...anyway, it's all water under the bridge." He gave a small smile. "I don't recognize you so I assume you didn't suffer the Raven Point Academy experience." She chuckled, recalling Snotlout's tour.

"No, thank Thor," she chuckled. "I went to Berk High." He sighed.

"You know, I wish I had," he told her conspiratorially. "I mean, rumour has it people there are pretty normal...no weird names, strange cliques or ancient traditions you have to follow…" Her eyes widened.

"Traditions?" she repeated, her brow furrowing. "What traditions?" He chuckled.

"Maybe I shouldn't scare you off," he said with a small smile. "So what do you do?"

"I teach karate at the Sports Centre and self-defense classes at the YMCA and the Retired Vikings' and Valkyries' Home," she told him. "Oh and I also work in the Housing Department."

"Wow. You're a busy woman," he commented. "And not one to cross, I suspect." She smirked.

"I wanted to volunteer for the Special Constable Programme but the recruitment officer told me that it wasn't open to women," she muttered as he frowned.

"That's not right," he told her. "The Mayor set it up for all Berkians who wanted to contribute. I can speak to them…" She frowned.

"Why?" she asked. He shrugged.

"Because you wanted to do it and you were wrongfully denied," he told her simply. "If you still want to." She turned to face him.

"So what do you do?" she asked. "Why would your word carry weight?"

"I know the Mayor and I know you are exactly the sort of person he would want to serve Berk," he said, glossing over the answer. "That is, if you still want…" She nodded and smiled.

"Actually...I would appreciate that," she murmured. He smiled and then looked awkwardly self-conscious.

"Anyway, I've got a couple of friends to catch up with. Would you like me to introduce you?" His emerald eyes sparkled hopefully and she paused. A huge part of her really wanted to prolong her time with Hiccup, who was extremely cute and friendly. But she sighed and shook her head, feeling a sense of obligation to Snotlout-and the promised pastries.

"I probably should wait for Snot," she admitted, though her face was disappointed.

"The offer is still open," he told her, a hint of longing in his voice. "Any time." And then, with a slight nod, he walked away.

More time passed and she watched Hiccup drifting through the room, smiling to the teachers and chatting amiably, while she tried to recall what Snotlout had told her about his cousin. It wasn't much, to be honest. She got the impression that Snotlout looked down on his cousin while being jealous of him. Certainly, Hiccup was tall, handsome and kind, without any noticeable airs and graces. Snotlout had said he was rather scrawny and clumsy but that certainly hadn't matched with the hot guy Astrid had been talking to. And he had seemed rather interesting, very easy to talk to...but he was the only person who hadn't made a point of telling Astrid what his job was and how well he was doing. She frowned.

But as she looked around for Snotlout, she still couldn't see hair nor hide of her date. He had been gone for a while and she didn't think going to the bathroom took so much time unless you drank Yaknog. It tended to have an unfortunate effect on the bowels but it was banned in Berk unless at an authorized traditional Viking Celebration. And even then it came with health warnings, more health warnings and a waiver that you had to sign before consuming the wretched stuff. Frustrated, she cast around for Hiccup-and then she finally spotted her own date...talking to Atali. She stopped mid-stride as she set off towards him and decided to give him some space, Hiccup's words rolling around her memory. This was a reunion, a time for second chances. So she decided to let him try to get the woman he never could. Then she turned away and finally spotted the auburn hair of the man she was seeking. Maybe she'd take up Hiccup's offer of meeting the twins after all.

Hiccup had looked up with a smile as she approached and he had eagerly welcomed her and introduced her to the famed Thorston twins. But meeting the twins was not what she had expected. From the descriptions, she had expected mad scientists, possibly who loved stroking white Persian cats and had rayguns stuffed in their lab coats. These two adults looked... normal. Of course, she didn't voice this as she shook their hands while Hiccup introduced them.

"Astrid, meet Ruffnut and Tuffnut." A lanky woman with a long face and grey eyes, her pale blonde hair piled up in an immense beehive have a grin. "Ruffnut is the Chemistry teacher here at the school now." Hiccup nodded as Astrid smiled at her: she was leering but she didn't appear like a crazed demolitions expert. Then she turned to Tuffnut, a lanky male version of Ruffnut with pale brown eyes and hair in long blond dreadlocks, who was dressed in black slacks with a black shirt and crisp fitted jacket with a white scarf draped around his neck. She smiled lazily.

"Are you a teacher too?" she asked as he gave a laugh.

"Thor no!" Tuffnut laughed, his eyes twinkling. "Yours truly is a model!" He then struck a dramatic pose causing Hiccup to roll his eyes. "I'm sure you've seen me in some of Milan's top fashion shows!" Astrid's eyes widened. He wasn't anywhere near as cute as Hiccup but now she watched, he carried himself with some poise-though he then ruined the effect by elbowing Ruffnut in the middle. "Of course, my butt-ugly sister was only ever fit for work indoors. Locked away, preferably in the dark. In goggles. And a face mask. Really, preferably a full-body hazmat suit…"

"HEY!" Ruff protested. "You know you only got that first Runway gig because you fed Yaknog to all the models and you were the only one who didn't have terminal vomiting!" Tuff waved his hand in the air nonchalantly.

"Modelling is a ruthless business, dear Sister Nut," he said superiorly. "Once they got a taste of Thorston, they couldn't do without me…"

"Weird seems to be in," Ruff retorted.

"Well, you're the teacher who has demolished the most of the school in her tenure," Tuff replied snidely. "I mean, melting through the entire floor of ChemLab 2 while with your Freshman Inorganic Class was a new record…" The female twin smirked.

"It was an initiative test," she explained. "The ones who made it to the door before the floor collapsed clearly had sufficient initiative to survive chemistry. The rest...chose biology. Once they got out of traction." Astrid stared as Hiccup chuckled.

"Darwinian Chemistry lessons," he commented dryly.

"Chemistry chooses you, not the other way round," Ruff told him. "If they don't make something melt, explode or fall down...they haven't done the practical properly."

"And that is why this school has the most expensive insurance in the Northern Hemisphere," Hiccup commented ironically. "Even schools in Beirut and Damascus have lower insurance. And probably blow up less…" Ruff glared at him.

"Harsh, Hiccy," she commented.

"Hiccy?" he repeated, a small frown on his face.

"But probably fair," Ruff conceded. "At least, my husband thinks so…" Astrid stared as Hiccup leaned close.

"Ruffnut is married to another of the teachers-Fishlegs Ingerman, who is one of the Geography Teachers," he explained.

"Fishlegs?" Astrid repeated. "Um...that makes no sense. Fish don't have legs. Why would anyone call someone Fishlegs?" Hiccup shrugged.

"That's a great point-but sadly, this is Berk, where people are rather stupid and congealed in their ways. It's Berkian tradition to have a dreadful name...so lo and behold...Fishlegs, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Snotlout..and Hiccup." He shrugged. "Go figure." She sighed.

"Well, half of Berk is like a Viking theme park so it isn't that great a stretch of the imagination to understand how it happens," she confessed, smiling at him. "Geography?"

"Probably so he knows where he and assorted bits of the school are landing after they've been blown up again by his wife," Tuff quipped and then he waved to a husky blond man who looked rather timid but waved and scuttled over to join them. "Fishy! Meet Astrid. She's apparently going out with Snotty!" The man smiled brightly, his large hand enclosing hers.

"Oh, it's so good to meet you!" he enthused, his green-blue eyes filled with welcome. Astrid soon found out that he was a really friendly guy, a classmate of the twins, Hiccup and Snotlout who adored his wife and had persuaded Ruff to turn her talents to teaching. He also taught a little Viking History and was adored by his students. And he blushed when Hiccup also let it slip that Fishlegs's classroom was on the other side of the school, well away from the Chemistry classroom. The auburn-haired man winked.

"Safety precautions and all you know," he commented as Ruff nuzzled against her husband. "She insisted, in fact, so she couldn't accidentally explode him!" Ruff winked.

"You're damn right," she agreed. "This is my personal Meatlug, aren't you, snookums?"

"Yes, dear," Fishlegs said with a twinkle in his eye. Tuff rolled his eyes and made a gagging motion but everyone could see he was happy to see his sister settled as well. Hiccup glanced around and saw Atali still talking to Snotlout.

"Would you like something to eat?" he asked, gesturing to the nearest table. "I think we're occupying here and I would love to talk a bit more to you…?" There was a hopeful note to his voice and she found herself smiling.

"You know, I would love that," she said, resting her glass of punch down alongside his and joining him at the buffet. Hiccup was a gentleman, making sure she was served first and had everything she needed. Some of the other guests were less generous, jostling her and almost spilling her plate until Hiccup stepped in. All of them grumbled and muttered that she should know who they were...but Hiccup merely cast them an unimpressed look and continued shielding her. When they got to the table, the twins had managed to filch a full plate of chicken legs and ribs and were munching away, discussing something in low tones. Fishlegs was chatting to an elegant woman with page-cut strawberry hair and green eyes, dressed in a simple black gown.

"This is Mala," Fishlegs said. "She's a Veterinarian at the Berk Animal Sanctuary. We got our dogs Meatlug and Barf there. This Reunion is running a fundraiser for the animals. She graduated in our year due to ill health and I've known her since I volunteered in the sanctuary as a college student."

Astrid smiled and mentally calculated how much she had in her purse. She needed to make a donation but she was short on money: she hoped they wouldn't make a big deal of it. And then Hiccup leaned towards her and she found herself lost in his eyes.

They chatted for over an hour as Fishlegs and Ruffnut replenished their plates and brought them additional mini gateaux and wafer-thin mints. Despite never meeting him before, she felt as if she had known Hiccup her entire life. He was amusing, kind, had a quick and sarcastic sense of humour and was interested in her. In fact, the only thing he hadn't told her was what he did, merely murmuring he had an office job. She had accepted it, though she felt he was holding something back. But he was single and had gone as far as to offer her a lift home-or a drive-through coffee.

Two of the burly men from the buffet table, drifted over to the table, both leering at the little group.

"What have we got here?" one asked, a burly dark-haired man with caramel eyes and a superior tone on his voice. "Two members of staff, the other vandal twin, a blonde who's probably a hooker and the year's fishbone." Hiccup frowned at that, his emerald eyes sparkling.

"Apologise to Astrid right now," he said firmly, rising to face the man. "Eret-that's plain rude and unworthy of this reunion."

"Why?" Eret asked, glancing at his friend who was darkly handsome. "I'm head of a chain of seven bakery stores across the Archipelago!"

"My good man, I'm an internationally renowned fashion model, used to the runways of Milan, Paris, and London!" Tuffnut boasted.

"While I'm CEO of Meathead Meats!" the other man said, then leaned forward and grabbed Astrid's hand, lecherously kissing her knuckles. "Thuggery Meathead at your service.". Astrid glared at him.

"And do you share his opinion?" she asked sweetly. He shrugged.

"Well, I've never heard of you," Thuggery commented, still leaning forward and not letting her hand go. Astrid smiled and punched him hard in the face, watching him go down like a felled tree.

"Heard of me now," she commented. Eret gaped in shock.

"You...you...you...punched him!" he protested.

"Anything you want to say?" Astrid asked, rising to face him, her fist still balled. Eret paled.

"Um...sorry?" he hazarded.

"Try harder," she suggested while cracking her knuckles as the others watched in shock.

"Please don't hit me?" he tried.

"Nope. Last chance…" Astrid growled. Eret dropped to his knees by the unconscious shape of his friend, clasping his hands in desperate supplication.

"Please please please please don't hit me! I am really truly completely sorry that I made any derogatory comments about you or any of the others here. I was wrong and judgemental and I will never do it again…" Astrid glared at him and then glanced over at Mala.

"And…"

"And I'm making a pledge of ten thousand dollars to the animal sanctuary now!" he gabbled. Astrid gave a curt nod.

"Nice to meet you. Now go away,' she snapped and Eret couldn't scuttle away fast enough as Hiccup watched her with a raised eyebrow.

"Wow," he commented. "You are one feisty and amazing woman, Astrid Hofferson. I am really impressed." He sighed. "And I would have taken him but you beat me to it." She chuckled, smoothed out her skirt and sat back down, sipping her punch.

"One of the benefits of a Public School education," she commented with a smile.

"I like her," Ruff commented.

"Me too," Mala added.

"Me three," Tuff joined in while sipping his fruity cocktail. "Awesome work, A! I'm getting you tickets to my New York shows! My special guest!" She blushed and lowered her eyes.

"Thanks," she murmured. "That's very kind." Tuff smiled and then adjusted his scarf.

"Now, if you will excuse me, I think they're playing my song," he said, hearing 'Livin' La Vida Loca' come up. He grinned and made a beeline for Dagur, smiling as he approached the buff carrot-haired gardener who had been keeping an eye on his sister discreetly. And to everyone's surprise, Dagur grinned and the two got up and started to dance.

"You know, I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship," Hiccup commented.

"Play it again, Sam," Astrid added, winking while Ruff rolled her eyes.

"They'll be on Copacabana next," she grumbled. "Tuff has been moping over Dagur for the last year and he only came hoping to get a chance to dance with him."

"Reunions are the place to reconnect with old friends and make new ones," Hiccup commented, smiling at Astrid. "You sure I can't give you a lift when the time comes?" She sighed.

"Can I get a rain check?' she murmured. "Snotlout promised and it wouldn't be fair to run out on him." Smiling wistfully, Hiccup nodded.

"I promised to chat with Mr. Bludvist before I left," he murmured. "He was my Physics teacher and I promised to let him know what happened to me." He gave a shy smile and rubbed the back of the neck. "Just keep an eye on the twins. I have a nasty suspicion they are planning some sort of 'hilarious' prank…" She nodded.

"Can I see you before I go?" she asked and he smiled.

"I would love that," he confessed and paused. "Astrid, you have completely made my Reunion. I wasn't going to come...but then I wouldn't have met you. So thank you for being here." Then he smiled and walked away, leaving her confused. She hadn't seen Snotlout for a couple of hours and had certainly spent most of her time with Hiccup. In fact, she was plotting ways to meet up with him again-but for now, she needed to catch up with Snotlout and have a word with him. And maybe she needed a little fresh air to clear her head.

She really really liked Hiccup.

Glancing in the direction the auburn-haired man had vanished, she turned on her heel and walked down the hallway towards the front of the school. Now she was walking back down, she glanced up at the displays on the wall and began to notice something for the entries dated ten years earlier.

VALEDICTORIAN - H HADDOCK

CLASS PRESIDENT - H HADDOCK

HONORS - H. HADDOCK

ART PRIZE - H. HADDOCK

SCIENCE PRIZE - H. HADDOCK

There were three beautiful paintings all marked H. HADDOCK and a picture of the year with what were definitely the twins, Snotlout and Fishlegs clustered around a skinny freckly young man on crutches. She paused and peered at the young man, seeing Hiccup's eyes in the skinny young man's face. She gasped and peered at the legend below.

R. THORSTON T. THORSTON F. INGERMAN S. JORGENSON H. HADDOCK

She glanced over her shoulder at the gym and almost turned-but she had promised herself she would check with Snotlout so she walked out into the carpark and cast around, slowly growing annoyed.

"Thor-damnit Snotlout where are you!" she hissed. She had lost sight of Snotlout after he had met up with Atali and as she quartered the parking lot, she could see that his car was gone. She growled and balled her fists. "I'm going to kill you!" she muttered angrily. He had dragged her here to his school reunion where she knew no one, shown her off like some prize pooch and then had dumped her for the girl he had dreamed of for years...without even bothering to let Astrid know he was bailing on her. And he was her ride home.

"Is everything alright?" Hiccup asked as he approached Astrid, probably heading for his own car.

"I think Snotlout ditched me," Astrid mumbled and then noticed what Hiccup was carrying. "Is that a fire extinguisher?"

"Uhm… yeah…" Hiccup nervously chuckled. "I think it's best to be prepared."

"Prepared for what?" Astrid asked with a raised brow.

"Well, though they thought no one was listening, I overheard the twins were talking about how they needed to break-in Drago since as Principal he only had to deal with one of them. Which to them meant only half the fun. I just hope they don't get the yaks involved again. They already have two warnings from the fire department."

"Wait… WHAT?!" Astrid asked. Hiccup sighed.

"I have a very strong suspicion that they are about to get strike three," he sighed. "They've been warned that the firemen aren't going to round up a herd of yaks once more and that the school staff will have to do it." Astrid glanced over her shoulder. She had taken her purse with her so there was nothing left in the school.

"Don't you have a jacket?" she checked. He shook his head.

"I think...a swift getaway would be more in order," he commented. "Anytime now…" They then heard it… a low rumble...and then a huge explosion that threw them both to the ground. As they glanced up, the whole wall of the school fell over, collapsing in an enormous pile of rubble.

"WHAT THE FRIGGA?" Astrid yelled as Hiccup hauled her up.

"They did less damage than I thought," Hiccup commented though, much to Astrid's surprise. She goggled at the sight and then Hiccup added "They must be a bit out of practice. The fence isn't even damaged this time." Astrid stared and then they heard the rumbling, the lowing of cattle...and suddenly there was a stampede of huge, stupid Berkian yaks pouring through the front entrance of the school. Worse, the front two were being ridden by the unmistakable shapes of Ruffnut and Tuffnut. Hanging onto another was Fishlegs and Hiccup raised the fire extinguisher, letting it off with a loud hiss. Predictably, the yaks swung round and stampeded off down the road towards the main town Plaza.

"How in Thor's name did you learn how to wrangle yaks?" she asked him in shock. He cast the extinguisher aside.

"I went to the same school as the twins," that was basically all the explanation he needed.

"Did I just see a sheep riding on top of one of the yaks?" Astrid asked and wondered how the school building even survived all these years. There was a stream of dusty, trampled and angry self-important graduates who were yelling at the equally trampled and fed-up looking teachers. Dagur, though, was in high spirits as he cheerfully jogged off in pursuit of the yaks-and Tuffnut. Eret and Thuggery caught sight of Astrid and began yelling.

"You! I'm having you banned!" Eret sneered. Thuggery was still holding a napkin to his broken nose.

"Oh, please-like I'm ever coming back to this place!" Astrid scoffed and then glanced at Hiccup. "I have everything I want from this reunion right here." She glanced at Hiccup and he smiled. "I think I'd love to take you up on that ride-and that coffee, Hiccup." He gave a broad smile.

"You know, I think I have just got a date with the most beautiful women here," he smiled and took her hand, leading her to a Prius. "Milady?" She smiled as Eret and Thuggery turned to Principal Bludvist to complain.

"Ah, gentlemen," the Principal said cheerfully.

"He didn't even adhere to the dress code!" Eret whined. Drago smiled.

"What dress code?" the Principal asked.

"The… The…" Eret sputtered.

"The Reunion never had a dress code. You all just wore black tie." He then shrugged. "Happens every year-everyone tries to impress everyone else at the Reunion. But honestly…. Hiccup Haddock is the founder, CEO, and owner of Viking Energy, the leading Renewable Energy Company in the North. When you're worth upwards of a billion dollars, he can wear what he wants and pull it off."

Astrid smiled as she slid into the car, seeing Hiccup easily get into the driver's seat.

"Coffee milady?" he asked. "I know this wonderful little cafe… and we can avoid the yak stampede," She nodded.

"It's a date," she said as they pulled away from the ruins of the School. "I am sure this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

The End

-o0o-

AN: (Harry is staring at Vala)

Harry: "Where is my Porg?"

Vala: (Blinks) "Uhm… well…"

Harry: "Where is my Porg?!" (Looks in fridge frantically and then in oven) Vala: "Relax….. I wasn't going to eat him this time,"

Harry: "Then where is he?!"

Vala: "Pub-crawling"

Harry: "Excuse me… what?!"

Vala: "Pub-crawling. Joined up with another flock of Porgs and went to a pub."

Harry: O_O

Vala: "What?!"

Harry: "So what you're saying there is a flock of very drunk Porgs out there?!"

Vala: "Pretty much,"

Harry: "Thor help anyone that comes across them,"

[harrypanther]

The Treasure of Eyja Nott Chapter Twenty One: Cove Conversation

Twenty One: Cove Conversation

It was a pleasant day, the breeze light and cool but it was a blessing as he pounded round the paths, hurdling roots and trying to keep an even pace. Even though he was running because he enjoyed running, his ears were pricked for the sounds of the bike but after a few echoes, there was nothing. So he did his usual circuit, weaving through the woods and down and up the little valleys before heading round to the Cove…and then he stopped, breathing hard as he saw a shape sitting in the cove, dressed in black biking leathers, his blond head bowed and looking dejected.

Hiccup frowned, recognising Fink and wondering what had happened. He had spent enough time himself in the Cove as a younger man, sitting there thinking or mulling over what had happened. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, the Cove had always been his go-to place and one reason why he would have purchased Raven Point, even if he hadn't hoped that Toothless was still safely stashed there. Without hesitating, he walked to the narrow entrance and clambered down, careful where he placed his prosthetic foot. He had learned to be careful because the lack of an ankle made him less stable on uneven surfaces and the entrance to the Cove was very tricky. In fact, he had fallen flat on his face when he clambered down for the first time after he completed the purchase of the land-to the unsympathetic roars of laughter of the twins.

He landed with a small flutter of relief, bending his knees as the mossy ground absorbed the sound to give only a soft thump. The young man visibly stiffened and his shoulders hunched, making Hiccup feel worse, but he straightened up and headed directly towards the young man. Walking with an even, casual step, he forced his expression to be neutral as he approached Fink and saw him turn slightly away from him.

"Hey," he tried, doing his best to recall what life was like when you were a teen. As an adult who had survived things that no one should have had to, who had done amazing and terrible things, who had traversed the depths of despair and the heights of exultation, it was a difficult ask but from what he knew and recalled, life was always so much more dramatic and binary as a teen. It was either amazing or a disaster, with almost nothing in between. Reverses were always much more severe, triumphs so much more pleasurable and life was much more immediate. Tomorrow was a long way away and next year was almost an unimaginable distance in the future. And adults didn't understand, knew nothing of value and tended to intrude where they weren't wanted, often thwarting what you wanted to do. Oh, and they went on about what happened when they were young, hundreds of years earlier which was completely irrelevant. He smiled slightly at the memory, recalling how he had rolled his own eyes at his father's stories of his own youth-and wishing he could hear them one more time.

Fink shrugged, his head still down. Hiccup walked closer, inspecting the young man. His helmet was resting on the mossy turf at his side, his blond hair tousled and messy, two crooked little braids poking out behind his right ear.

"Y'know, I always come here when I need to think," he said conversationally, seeing the boy refuse to raise his head. He quietly settled on another rock, close by the young man, swiping his face with his hand and calming his breathing. Unconsciously, he stretched out his left leg to prevent cramps.

"Yeah, it's nice," Fink mumbled.

"I mean, sometimes life is complicated and people are annoying so I sit here, listening to the birds and usually the twins trying to be quiet and watch me without me knowing about it," Hiccup continued. "Except, of course, they usually start arguing and they only do that at the tops of their voices." Moving his head slightly, Hiccup could see the young man peek out of the corner of his eye at the billionaire.

"Why do they watch you?" he asked quietly.

"Because they worry about me," Hiccup revealed calmly. "They're friends: that's what friends do. They look out for one another."

"Wouldn't know," Fink muttered. "Don't have anyone who doesn't want to use me, scrounge money off me or who bosses me around and ruins my life. Oh and who lies to me."

"What about Zephyr?" Hiccup asked evenly, seeing the young man's head snap up. He turned to face the older man and Hiccup forced his face to remain neutral. The welt he had seen Eret inflict on his son four days earlier had developed into a fine black bruise in the shape of a fist on his right cheek-but there were other bruises there, looking fresher and obvious on his face and neck. There was a small split in his lip and his bright green eyes looked deeply unhappy.

"She's the only one," he murmured. "But Dad will mess her life up-I'm sure he's already got the plans in place to sell her to the Minister…" Hiccup clasped his hands and leaned forward.

"What's happened?" he asked calmly. Fink shrugged.

"Dad and I had an argument," he confessed reluctantly. "Not that it's anything unusual…" Remaining silent, Hiccup saw the young man struggle and then he sighed. "Though it was a bit worse than usual…"

"Why?" The words was very quiet and Fink looked into his eyes, emerald meeting emerald.

"Because he's an ass," Fink said harshly as Hiccup chuckled.

"I think everyone can agree on that," he admitted. "What's he done?" Fink looked away and his hand rose unconsciously to touch the little braids-and then his shoulders slumped.

"He found out I had a girlfriend," he murmured. Hiccup watched, quietly as the boy finally turned back-and there was deep hurt in his wide green eyes. "Her name was Magdalena. Maggie."

"Was?" Fink frowned and gave a sigh.

"Zeph and I had tried to keep it a secret-she used to invite Maggie round as 'her' friend. Well, we're all in the same year of School so it all seems reasonable. But when she was here, she spent her time with me. She was funny and sassy and beautiful and made me feel like a million dollars. I felt like I was the luckiest guy in school…" Giving a small, nostalgic smile at the words that summed up his own feelings for Astrid when he had been at school, Hiccup nodded.

"She sounds perfect," he agreed, seeing Fink's face fall.

"Yeah-except her father was the owner of "Lars' Meats", the best butcher in Berk," he admitted. "A shopkeeper's daughter, not the millionaire father Dad wanted to invest in his business or provide a dowry."

"Does anyone really believe in that sort of thing nowadays?" Hiccup asked as Fink gave a bitter chuckle.

"My father, apparently," he scoffed. "Basically because he always needs money. No matter how much he supposedly has, he's always short."

"He gambles-spectacularly badly," Hiccup murmured. Fink's eyes widened.

"How do you know?" he asked as Hiccup shrugged.

"There's a special kind of rich that means that you can buy someone to dig up whatever information you want about…pretty much anyone," he revealed. "I am that kind of rich."

"I'm surprised my Dad hasn't suggested you marry Zeph," Fink commented sarcastically.

"I think he has her promised to Johann," Hiccup said flatly. "Not even a billionaire's wealth could break that promise. I suspect Johann extracted that from him some time back." Fink's eyes widened in horror. "But I will do whatever I can to get her away from him," Hiccup found himself promising. "She's a smart girl and incredibly talented. And she certainly doesn't deserve to be used as a pawn in your father's business dealings."

"We're all pawns in his web," Fink said bitterly. "He didn't want his son anywhere near a shopkeeper's daughter-even though I'm not even thinking about anything permanent! Thor, Maggie is my first girlfriend. Was my first girlfriend…"

"What did he do?" Hiccup murmured.

"He found out about Maggie-I think her Dad said something to him at the party," Fink revealed. "So Dad contacted him and bought him off. I don't know how much he paid but he probably threatened him as a member of the Island Council. So Maggie comes up to me at school yesterday and she dumps me in front of the whole year. And I don't understand what happened, what I had done. What she said was horrible and I just felt gutted and humiliated and heartbroken. I was so hurt, I even yelled at Zeph because she tried to comfort me. And that made me feel worse."

"I'll bet," Hiccup murmured.

"I apologised at lunch and she forgave me. Well, she is my sis and she knows I love her…but she told me she'd found Maggie and they'd had a shouting match-and she'd found out what happened. Maggie confessed she broke up with me because her Dad told her to-but that she didn't want to be with someone whose father would threaten to have her Dad put in jail if she carried on going out with me! I was so mad…when we got home, I stormed up to Dad and interrupted his meeting with Ryker Grimborn. He grabbed me and threw me into the cellar and locked me in. He had one of the servants stand guard so Mom or Zeph couldn't let me out. He kept me locked up all night-there's water down there but no food-and when he let me out this morning, we had a shouting match and he…well…" He gestured to his face. "I got in a couple of hits of my own but…he's a lot bigger than me… Bastard didn't even deny what he's done."

"That's a first," Hiccup muttered.

"He told me I should be grateful to be his son, that he had provided me with the finest things in life and with opportunities that I should thank Odin for," Fink continued passionately. "But the only opportunities I want are to be able to make some decisions about what I want in life. I mean, he's already decided that I'm going to College to study Business Administration and Finance-but Thor, that would kill me. I want to do Engineering, to build and create. I mean, I service and upgrade my own bike and all I want to do is learn more and build more…but an engineer isn't what he wants."

"No, he's already had one of those and dumped him when he had served his purpose," Hiccup murmured.

"And Eret said he wanted me to marry some…Kjersti Grimborn, the First Minister's daughter," Fink protested. "I mean, I cannot believe he just wants me to marry some girl because of who her father is. That went out with the Middle Ages! And I know her-she's a bit timid and clingy for me. I like someone with some spirit. Someone who can spar with me…"

"I know what you mean," Hiccup admitted, giving a small smile.

"I don't suppose you have a daughter I could marry?" Fink asked. "I mean, you would be a better bet than Viggo. The man is just plain evil. I wouldn't trust him with anything…and Dad wants to give me to him because he's his partner…"

"Um…I had a girlfriend once…but she dumped me for someone else," Hiccup said after an awkward pause. "And no kids. Never got round to it."

"So who…?" Fink asked and sighed. He fiddled with his hands. "Who do you share your life with?"

"My friends," Hiccup revealed. "I share my wealth and my home with them." Fink looked over at the lean man, his dark auburn hair messy from his run, his eyes still hidden behind his wrap-around jogger's shades and dexterous hands clasped in his lap and he sighed.

"Wish I could stay with you," he murmured. "But Dad would make anyone's life miserable if I stayed away from home…" Eyes narrowing behind his glasses, Hiccup inspected the young man.

"You know I don't actually care what your father thinks?" he asked dryly. "I could buy him a hundred times over." Fink's shoulders slumped.

"Sorry," he murmured. "I mean, you own this area and I'm trespassing and I know I haven't checked in like I promised but honestly, I was so angry at Dad and I was self-conscious about the bruise…like, that ship has sailed…"

"My friend Fishlegs is pretty handy at first aid," Hiccup told him and rose. "Look, Fink-come up to the house. I think the twins will have finished the barbecue now and there will be something edible…though probably not everything. Unless you like aubergine and pineapple." The boy pulled a face.

"For real?" he asked as Hiccup rose and winced, grimacing as he put his weight on his prosthetic. He took one limping step and nodded, his face scrunched with pain.

"Really," he said hoarsely as the younger man jumped up.

"You okay?" he asked as Hiccup nodded wordlessly, waving him back as he leaned forward, pressing a hand to his cramping left leg.

"M'fine," he mumbled as his leg almost gave way. Suddenly, the young man had ducked under his left arm, getting him to put his weight through him.

"Lean on me," Fink urged him. "What's wrong? Can I help?" Hiccup shook his head.

"Cramps," he managed through gritted teeth. "Had a bad leg injury a long time ago. Sometimes…it comes back to bite me on the ass…" The teen stared at him and then sighed.

"We need to get you back to your house," he decided. "Can you climb at all?" Grimacing, Hiccup shook his head.

"Not like this," he murmured. "It's okay, I can call my friends and they'll come and fetch me…" But Fink shook his head stubbornly.

"I can't leave you like this," he said honestly. "That just isn't happening, sir. I mean, what kind of person leaves an injured man alone? And anyway, cell signal is really bad down here." Hiccup sighed and peered at his phone: NO SIGNAL.

"There is a lower entrance," he managed, gesturing to a narrow crack in the rocks. "Pretty narrow…" Fink gave a self-deprecating smile.

"Well, the guys at school all call me a fishbone-when they don't want anything off of me…so I can probably make it," he admitted.

"Not exactly buff end of the scale myself," Hiccup replied with instinctive sarcasm-to hear the boy chuckle.

"You know, for a really rich guy, you sound just like a normal person," he commented, grabbing his helmet and then helping Hiccup to the narrow crack, acting as a living crutch. Carefully, they manoeuvred the older man through the narrow entrance, with Hiccup more hopping than walking, almost completely unable to put any weight through his stump. But once they were through, there was still a narrow, steep path up that Fink coaxed and cajoled the older man to scramble up. Hiccup was impressed at how strong the younger man was but, he realised, he had to be strong to hang onto his bike at the speeds he tended to ride. Eventually, with Hiccup feeling nauseated with the pain, they managed to reach ground level and Fink fetched his bike. The billionaire shook his head.

"Oh no…" he murmured, shaking his head, his skin pale and clammy with pain. "Not again…"

"Hey-you've never ridden with me," Fink protested but Hiccup rested his hand on his agonising leg.

"Nope-been with Tuffnut," he murmured. "That took years off my life."

"Look, I promise I'll be really boring and drive like a total old person," Fink promised, his eyes filled with concern. "But I can't leave you here like this. It would just be wrong. No decent person would even consider doing that." Hiccup glanced at his phone once more and grimaced: NO SIGNAL. He gave a weary nod.

"I guess I should be reassured by the fact that the twins are impressed by your skills," he admitted, limping to the bike. "Mind you, Tuff's judgement is a bit weird. He thought it was 'awesome' when he almost plunged head-first into a lava pond on Dragon's Edge." Fink's eyes widened.

"He what?" he asked in shock. Hiccup managed a smile.

"We were following some clues to a mystery and ended up on the lip of an active volcano. When the edge crumbled, Tuff pitched forward. I grabbed his ankles and we managed to haul him up." He shrugged. "I mean, he was very grateful and even said he would approve of me dating and marrying his sister-but I already knew she was much more interested in Fishlegs…"

"Wow," Fink murmured. "I mean, he must have been impressed. I wouldn't approve anyone dating Zeph…ever. And I mean ever…" Hiccup chuckled.

"I found another way to persuade him that Fish was the man for Ruff," he revealed as Nuffink gave a broad grin.

"You have had a so much more interesting life than me," he sighed. "I mean, all I do is go to school, practice and try to avoid my asshole father…" Allowing the lad to help him onto the bike, Hiccup smiled.

"Strangely, when I was your age, I had done even less," he admitted. "I certainly wasn't Island Champion at anything-though I did get on with my Dad. Everything happened a few years after I left High School. Your life is all ahead of you, Fink. Don't worry-you'll have the chance to do weird and scary and awesome things as well."

"I wish," the boy commented and handed the older man his helmet. "Put it on!" he insisted.

"But…" Hiccup said, pushing it back to the younger man. But Fink was insistent and forced the helmet onto his head.

"Look, your brain is definitely far more valuable than mine," he pointed out as Hiccup protested.

"But yours is younger and has more future ahead of it," he pointed out as Fink started the engine.

"And you know I'm not listening," he told the older man. "Hang on!" Warily, he wrapped his arms around the younger man, feeling him tense and then accelerate away. Despite his reservations, Fink was skilled and decisive, taking them through the bushes and over the uneven mossy ground before the reached the path. Then the boy accelerated and they zoomed up towards the house, with Hiccup feeling the tension in the younger man's muscles as he guided them round the corner and into sight of the impressive house. Feeling the phone vibrate in his pocket, Hiccup felt himself relax as they pulled up to the door and saw it flung open by the twins, both of whom looked worried.

"Finky-boy!" Tuff shouted with a huge grin on his face. "We have been missing you! Where've you been?" But his sister was more astute, her brow furrowing as she saw the still shape of their friend.

"Ingen-is everything okay?" she asked, walking forward as Fink kicked the stand down and steadied the bike while Hiccup pulled his helmet off.

"Leg…" he managed, his voice hoarse with pain. "Cramping…" The twins swung into action, pulling him off the bike and half-carrying him into the house, with Fink staring after their retreating shapes. A large part of him wanted to flee, realising that he probably wasn't welcome in such a private issue-but where could he go? His home really wasn't a great option-he guessed his Dad would be furious that he had run off and if he was locked in the cellar, it would probably be a result, though another beating would be much more likely. And none of his supposed friends and ex-girlfriend would even consider giving him floor space. And, of course, there was a stubborn core in him that wanted to know how Tallon Fury was-because the man had been kind to him when he really didn't need to. So, resting his helmet on the handlebars, he followed them into the house, eyes widening as he inspected the sumptuous, light and airy surroundings with glass and light everywhere, big rooms and clean, simple lines.

"Fink!" Snotlout walked through and intercepted him, though he stared hopefully after the twins, who had taken Fury into what looked like a large sitting room. He pulled his shoulders back and faced the stocky man, realising he was probably in trouble. Snotlout frowned. "What happened?" he asked and Fink realised he wasn't talking about the billionaire. He shrugged.

"My father," he admitted in a tight voice.

"Are you okay?" The stocky man rested a concerned hand on his shoulder and the young man felt worse.

"Nothing I haven't had before," he said warily. "S'okay, sir…"

"Come on through," the older man invited him, taking him through to see Fury who was in a wide cream sitting room with several cream leather couches, a huge flatscreen TV on the wall and a window occupying the whole wall overlooking the patio. The twins, Heather and Fishlegs were already there, clustered around Fury, who was seated in a recliner, the leg-rest up flat and his leg… The boy's green eyes widened. The left pant leg was rolled up and the limb itself ended mid-calf with the scarred stump being massaged by Heather while Fishlegs was feeding the billionaire some tablets and a glass of water. Swallowing with a sigh of relief, Hiccup looked up to see the shocked shape at the door, seeing the boy's mouth form an 'O'. He beckoned him closer, a weary smile on his lips.

"It's okay," he said in a tired voice. "Thanks. You were right…I needed help. They wouldn't have found me there for a long time. As they all may have just pointed out to me…" The twins were standing with arms folded and identical scowls on their features.

"And you call us muttonheads," Tuff scolded him.

"Though we actually are," Ruff admitted. "Much of the time. I mean, we actually were the worst smugglers ever!"

"Until Ingen joined our illustrious crew…" Tuff reminded her. "Then we totally awesomely kicked ass…"

"Ingen kicked ass…we just made the toast," Ruff chuckled.

"Or pop tarts…" Tuff recalled. "Hey, Ingen…?"

"No thanks, Tuff-I don't want a pop tart at the moment," Hiccup sighed.

"But your leg…" Fink murmured.

"I told you I had a bad injury in the past," Hiccup told him as the young man gave a wry smile.

"You never said you lost it completely," Fink told him as Heather looked up.

"Ingen…" she murmured warningly but the billionaire gave a small smile.

"I guess I'm a bit self-conscious of it as well," he admitted. "Please respect my confidence." Fink nodded immediately, his eyes serious.

"I understand," he said, his gaze trailing to the obvious very expensive prosthetic. "You run pretty well for a guy with one leg."

"Thanks…I think," Hiccup admitted. "I was an idiot though. I should have warmed down properly…but you needed a friend and I didn't want to put you off…"

"Muttonhead," Fishlegs murmured. The auburn-haired man nodded.

"Yup. One hundred percent," he agreed. "But I had to decide what was important."

"And you usually put yourself last on the list," Heather added, her green eyes flicking up to inspect the boy. "Are you okay?" Fink nodded.

"I'll be fine,' he said but Hiccup looked up at him.

"Listen carefully, guys," he said. "You too, Fink. I will be going to sleep in a few minutes-because the painkillers and antispasmodics Fish has given me have that effect. Fink needs a square meal-and not some weird combination of random ingredients, Tuff, I mean proper food. Then he needs a bed for the night so can you put him in the spare room at the east end of the house? You can stay as long as you want, Fink, though I guess you'll want to go home soon because of your Mom and sister." The boy nodded. "Guys, I trust him to keep my leg a secret. Please help him however he asks and however he needs. I promised I would help him and I will keep that promise. And you always have a bed, a bolt-hole here if things get too bad at home. None of us will ever tell your father where you are and you are safe here. The offer extends to your sister as well, if she ever needs a refuge. You can tell her if you feel she needs it."

The young man nodded wordlessly, his eyes suddenly stinging at the matter of fact kindness and generosity of a man he barely knew-but really, really wished he did. He swallowed.

"Um…thanks.." he said in a soft, uncertain voice. "R-really…thanks… I-I'm not worth it though…" Hiccup managed a wan smile, his eyes fluttering closed.

"You insisted on bringing me home when you didn't need to," he said in a slow, sleepy voice. "That was the action of a decent man, a decent human being. My Dad always said…the mark of a man is how he treats his fellow Berkians. A good man never stands by when someone else is in need and he can do anything to ease their suffering. You passed his test, Fink. You are in need as well…and I will not stand by when I can help you out." And then his breathing deepened and he was asleep. The others rose and left the room after Heather had tucked a light throw over him. Snotlout steered the young man away and along the corridor towards the kitchen.

"Okay-one square meal coming up," he smiled as the others followed. Tuff grinned, draping his arm around Fink's shoulders.

"I don't suppose you want a pop tart?" he said.

[harrypanther]

The Treasure of Eyja Nott Chapter Twenty: Fallout

Twenty: Fallout

"Hey, Ingen-how's your head?" Ruffnut asked for the fifth time, her tone loud and deliberate. Wincing and wearing his sunglasses inside the house even when he didn't need to maintain his disguise. Hiccup reached for his tomato juice and swallowed a couple of anti-inflammatories and a handful of multivitamins.

"Just as about to explode as it was thirty seconds ago when you last asked," he said in a pained voice.

"Really-that is so awesome!" Tuff added loudly, chewing his toast. Hiccup grimaced.

"Just how awesome is it that I am severely hung over and all my friends are being extra loud?" he asked sarcastically. Fishlegs munched his muesli loudly and Hiccup flinched.

"Well, it is breakfast and you know the twins are pathologically incapable of being quiet," he pointed out, chewing. Hiccup rested his head on the table.

"You could try," he moaned. Heather sat next to him and chewed her muesli as loudly as she could, grinning this distress.

"Maybe, if you had let us come with you, you wouldn't be in such a state," she suggested but he raised his head and pulled his glasses off, his bloodshot eyes serious.

"And you all know why you couldn't," he said firmly. "I needed to be there alone, so I could talk to everyone and they would open up to me. And I couldn't do that with a PA or various 'staff members' in tow." There were various snorts and scoffs but Heather gave a small nod. Hiccup had actually asked if she wanted to go, knowing the answer from the look in her eyes from too many such parties as a woman with no choice where she went or who she went with.

"And yet you still didn't take us to the party," Ruff pointed out. "Only Snot got to go."

"Yeah, I had a great time," Snotlout added sarcastically. "My feet still hurt, most people ignored me and no one thought to offer me a drink or anything to eat…" Hiccup cleared his throat and glared. "Well, except Ingen…who brought me a plate of food and a drink and let me sit down while I ate as he stood guard over me. Mind you, I think you were drunk then."

"Very," Hiccup admitted. "I'm a lightweight with alcohol-always have been, always will be. But 'Tallon Fury' would enjoy the finer things in life and having a glass in hand works as a useful prop."

"Did you get to talk to everyone you wanted?" Fishlegs asked, laying down his bowl and scraping butter across his toasted crusty bread. Hiccup whimpered.

"Possibly," he groaned, resting his head down on the table again. "Ryker was difficult-he's not really the main man, just a fixer and muscle. Though his lever will be his family and locating where the bodies are." He swallowed. "Johann is cunning. He gives nothing away but he is clearly in contact with Drago Bludvist. He has an unhealthy interest in Eret's daughter Zephyr, who is only sixteen. She's a fascinating young woman, lots of talent and lacking in confidence. Johann is exposed through what he has loaned Eret and the connections to the traitor."

"I'll get look further into Johann's banking records," Fishlegs murmured.

"I doubt he'll make it that easy," Heather commented.

"Eret is the most intriguing," Hiccup said, sipping his tomato juice. "As expected, he tried to get a loan of some aircraft."

"So he expects you to lend him tens of millions of dollars of aircraft when you have just met him once?" Tuff asked incredulously.

"And when it's obvious he's a pretty bad risk?" Ruff added.

"Astonishingly, yes," Hiccup told them dryly. "And he looked pissed when I said no. Glad Snot was there." The man in question looked up over his ham and eggs and nodded.

"He looked pretty ugly," he confirmed. "I thought I would have to step in."

"The man is definitely used to getting his own way," Hiccup confirmed. "So when I said I would sell them to him for favourable terms, he looked like he'd won the lottery." Fishlegs chuckled.

"What terms?" he asked, pulling out his phone and thumbing in a list of the tasks he had to complete. Giving a wry smile, Hiccup grabbed some toast and smeared marmalade over the crispy surface.

"The toughest you can imagine," he said. "I mean, he wants forty million dollars' worth of aircraft-so the penalties will need to recoup twice that much and legally ensure that we are the primary creditor, ahead of all others and beyond contest. And you and the other lawyers will need to specify every different type of asset he possesses, including his offshore accounts, bonds, college funds, houses, casinos, Night Fury Transport and any other business he has ever been associated with. The fine print needs to be especially fine! And he needs to sign it without reading or checking with his lawyers so that he is ours. And when he defaults, I want absolutely everything-including all of his private assets and everything his family and dependents own."

The others stared at him in surprise. There was an unfamiliar merciless edge to Hiccup's pleasant voice that almost none of them had heard.

"Seems pretty harsh," Tuff commented, voicing everyone's thoughts. But Hiccup frowned, his emerald eyes glittering with anger at the memory of that cold day in Berk when he returned and of the sad makeshift bed in Gothi's hovel where his father-defeated and impoverished, blind and broken-had died in penury.

"Eret and his allies lied and stole everything from my father and left him to die in the gutter," he said quietly. "They framed me for their crimes and left me to die in the hell that is Jotunheim. If I leave them their lives, I'm probably being too generous." There was a pause and the group all shared looks-before Snot swallowed his latest mouthful.

"Fine with me," he said. "But what about Viggo?" Hiccup sighed.

"He didn't attend the dinner-apparently 'something' came up, according to what I overheard," he explained. "I couldn't ask what but I have to assume it was something related to his job as First Minister. But we need to entrap him as well." Then he paused. "I already know how to ruin him. Fish-check his residency status when he was elected to the post of First Minister. I think he was ineligible at the time…and so we have to use that as our lever to dig through everything he has ever done." Looking uncomfortable, Fishlegs looked self-conscious.

"Are you sure?" he asked as Hiccup nodded wearily.

"He pretended to be an officer of the law," he said heavily. "He lied when he said there was nothing to worry about when I was put on trial. He then directed the judge and jury to charge me with a much more severe offence, refused to engage with my Dad when he was trying to appeal-as was my right-and all the way through he has used my downfall as proof that he is the only person suited to rule Berk. But he isn't. So we use the law against him to take everything he cares for…" Blowing out his cheeks, Snotlout stared at him.

"When you put it like that, cuz, he's got it coming," he commented. Heather reached out and took his hand.

"We're all here for you," she assured him as he forced a wan smile onto his pale face.

"One more thing," he said. "I want to set up an art competition. For the High School kids of Berk. Closing date in three months. Because I think his daughter will win…and it will give me a way to give her a chance to get away from him." Ruff's eyes widened.

"And what did she do to earn your compassion?" she asked as Hiccup crammed his sunglasses back on.

"She reminds me of me," he said. "And because Johann is a monster and no one should be at risk of being traded to him. I want to give her another option." Then he smiled thinly. "And it will be another thing that Eret can't control." Snotlout looked over at his cousin, slowly rising to his feet.

"And Astrid?" he asked as Hiccup's shoulders tightened.

"Unhappily married," he condemned, turning away. "She's made her bed. Now she can lie in it."

oOo

After a shower and an online conference with the Chief Engineer of Dragon's Edge Engineering to check in on his own business, Hiccup went for a run. Since he had escaped from Jotunheim and especially since he and his friends had left Berk, he had done everything he could not to feel enclosed and penned in. So he had taken up running again, working hard the regain his strength and fitness and he had a couple of special prosthetics to enable him to run as well as he could before he had lost his leg. Of course, money was now no object so the leg he wore when he ran was the best that money could buy, ensuring that no one suspected his disability.

The paths around Raven Point were challenging, up and down, winding through the woods, along the cliffs and round by the Cove where Toothless had sheltered for so long. Wearing long jogging pants and his sunglasses-in case he ran into anyone-he paced himself and though he was feeling rough, he found the exercise cleared his head and allowed him to think once more. And then he felt ashamed at what he had said in the morning-because, though he was bitter and filled with rage and hatred for those who had harmed him, he had met Zephyr and Fink and neither deserved to be harmed by his revenge. In fact, he found himself feeling protective towards both young people. Zephyr reminded him of himself when he was younger, bullied and lacking confidence but possessing some serious artistic talent. While Fink seemed to have a terrible relationship with his father and was the kind of bright, spunky lad Hiccup had been once he had Astrid on his side.

He shook his head. Their parents were both culpable and would have to pay-Eret most of all, though Astrid's betrayal had wounded Hiccup's heart worse. But he made a silent vow that no matter how harshly he dealt with those who had wronged him, he would protect the children and ensure they had a chance to do what they wanted in life. Too many lives had been ruined by Eret, Viggo, Ryker and Johann: he would only repay those actually culpable.

As he pounded round the Cove, heading back towards the house, he heard the unmistakeable buzz of Fink's bike and a small smile lifted his lips as he headed back up the slope. His heart was pounding and his breaths were hard work but he found himself feeling a small satisfaction that the young man could come and utilise the woods Hiccup had loved as a boy to practice. As he glanced to his right, he saw the dark shape, slewing through the trees and jumping a gulley and he slowed down in admiration. The boy was good and he made a mental note to ensure that he attended the race. It would be a good opportunity to observe Eret and Astrid and he was hoping the young man could be victorious. And then he headed back to the house, already planning his next move.

oOo

"He's supposed to call in at the house before he goes round the woods," Snotlout grumbled, peering at the security cameras. Walking in nursing a large mug of black coffee, Hiccup frowned.

"Fink?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder. Snotlout nodded.

"Last three days, he's headed straight for the woods and done some crazy stuff," he explained. "I thought we made it clear that he had to check in so we knew to make sure he was okay." Hiccup chuckled.

"And you never disobeyed an order from adults when you were a teen?" he asked dryly, a small smile quirking his lips.

"No. Yes. Shut up, Hiccup," Snotlout grumbled as the billionaire chuckled. "I worry about that kid. He was fine and always obeyed-it's just since the party." Hiccup drained his mug then rested it on the table.

"You're worried about him?" he asked and Snotlout nodded.

"His father hit him pretty hard," he said, frowning. "And I saw his eyes-you did too. He was scared. It wasn't the first time he's been struck by any means. And for Eret to do it so publicly means for him, it's a normal action." Folding his arms, Hiccup stared at the screen.

"It just keeps getting better and better," he murmured as his cousin looked up. "Don't look at me like that, Snot. I'm not pleased that the lad is scared. Or that Zephyr and Astrid are probably at risk as well. It gives me one more point of attack." Snotlout turned his chair to face his cousin.

"I wish you'd drop this, Hicc," he said in a low voice. "It seems pretty vindictive and that isn't you." The auburn-haired man bit back his instinctive response and paused.

"I think…maybe you can't understand who I am unless you spent over ten years in a freezing cell in solitary," he said quietly.

"Except you had Gobber for company," Snotlout pointed out.

"After about seven years," Hiccup murmured, his eyes unfocussing. "I spent most of the rest of the time without any human contact. Except where I had to fight for my life. Oh and when…" And then he bit his lip and shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I had choices-either to surrender and wither away or hang on and hope. And to do that, you have to have something to cling to. And hoping your loved ones are okay really isn't enough. I clung to the desire to see those who had put me in that cell pay. It was all I had until Gobber tunnelled into my cell. And all those cold nights, all those hours curled up with my stomach aching with hunger…you have to make a promise to yourself that there will be payback." Snotlout puffed out his cheeks in surprise.

"Damn," he murmured. "Sorry, Hicc. It's easy to forget what happened when you're sitting here…" But instantly, Hiccup grasped his shoulder reassuringly.

"You shouldn't have to remember, Snot," he said honestly. "It was years ago and since then…well, we've been on a journey."

"Mainly through your brilliance," Snotlout admitted. "Thor, I feel such muttonhead at times…" But his cousin was smiling.

"You know, I actually find having you here is one of the best things," he admitted. "I mean, you are the only person who knows me. You are the only one who knows my name, who recalls Dad and…" He paused and sighed. "Who knew Hiccup before Jotunheim, before I lost everything. And having you here…well, you're my voice of reason. I trust you." Snotlout blinked and he looked shocked and touched, all at once.

"I mean…thanks…" he managed and sighed. "But I haven't been much help otherwise. You patented your designs as soon as we left Berk and then bought Dragon's Edge Engineering almost straight away with just a small fraction of the treasure. You made sure everyone got what they wanted. You made sure Dad was looked after. All your friends got what they wanted or needed. And when the first aircraft came out, when the first orders came in…I was proud to be your cousin…"

"And you're not now?" Hiccup asked him quietly. Snotlout shook his head.

"Of course I still am," he said frowning as he struggled for the words to explain himself. "I will always be proud that my skinny little cousin turned out to be so smart and determined and brave and generous…but sometimes, this obsession of yours…it makes me wonder what Uncle Stoick would have said."

"I already know," Hiccup said in a hollow voice, turning away to stare out of the huge window that formed the exterior wall. His eyes slid over the patio where the twins were barbecuing a late brunch-though he wasn't sure that the combination of bacon, aubergine, banana, egg and pineapple would make any recognisable-or edible-dish. "He'd say-Son. A man must stand up for what he believes and what is right. Never start a fight but always end it. And remember that there are always other victims who may have no voice." Snotlout frowned. "If they did this to me, they would have done it to others. Viggo doesn't care about the law or the truth. He just wants to remove any enemy and bolster his reputation. His brother is definitely in league with Drago Bludvist-as is Johann Trayder-that much is very plain, Johann recruited Eret to deliver his contraband to Drago-and they have continued that arrangement to this day. Eret has profited from treason and perversion of justice. And Astrid chose him, married him and supported his rise in Berk society. In fact, she is far more respected than he is. But between them, Viggo, Ryker and Eret rule Berk and profit from her at every opportunity-while poverty rises and homeless shelters are bursting with those who have lost everything to Viggo's 'justice' and corruption."

"Uncle Stoick wouldn't have stood for this," Snotlout agreed.

"And no matter what happened, I am his son," Hiccup murmured. "Berk is my home. And I will not leave these traitors to ruin it further." Snotlout sat back and folded his arms.

"It's pretty hard out there," he admitted. "Dad keeps me in touch. I did invite him up here but he's happier down by the yard with the dogs. And he's grateful for the catering contract you organised. At least I know he's eating something healthy…"

"Large hunks of meat and mead," Hiccup told him as Snotlout grinned.

"Proper Berk fare," he agreed and both men laughed, recalling family barbecues.

"It's not a proper cook-out if there isn't half a sheep on the grill, son," Hiccup quoted, his voice thickening with his father's broad Berkian accent.

"You know that's uncanny," Snotlout told him, still grinning. "I can never do my Dad but you sound just like yours…" Hiccup shrugged self-consciously.

"Well, I had some practice when I was younger, what with him being sooooo impressed at his fishbone of a son," he replied sarcastically and then he grinned, his eyes catching the shape zipping through the trees. "So maybe, I can relate to a kid whose father seems unreasonably hard on him." He grabbed his mug. "I'm off for a run, Snot. I'll have my phone with me in case you need to get hold of me." Snotlout shrugged.

"Things should be okay, cuz," he admitted and then he winced as the twins loaded a leg of lamb and a pineapple onto the gas grill. "Unless, of course, we all start dying of food poisoning…" Hiccup chuckled.

"They're not bad cooks, just a little…idiosyncratic…in their food combinations," he reminded his cousin. "Though their yak with plum and apple sauce is actually pretty moorish…"

"While the mackerel and custard was pretty rank," Snot called after him. "Take care, cuz!" Hiccup grinned.

"What could happen on a run round my own property?" he asked.

[harrypanther]

The Treasure of Eyja Nott Chapter Nineteen: Friends and Family

Nineteen: Friends and Family

Facing Astrid in the confined space had Hiccup's pulse accelerating, seeing the glitter in her beautiful blue eyes and the spirited plant of her fists on his hip. She looked so much like the woman he had known that he had to remind himself that she had married Eret a few days after he had been declared dead, that she had thrown her lot in with the man who had framed him without hesitation. He shrugged.

"I needed a moment away from the constant interrogation," he told her honestly. "Not used to crowds."

"And yet you put yourself out here," she told him bluntly. "You didn't have to announce you had moved here."

That's the Astrid I know, he thought, inspecting her face. Go straight for the kill.

"That is true," he admitted. "But with the mandatory publication of property ownership in First Minister Grimborn's latest bill, my secret would have been out soon enough. I just chose to control the release of information." He gestured to the walls. "I take it these aren't meant for public consumption?"

"No one ever comes here," she explained, her voice calmer.

"So why hang them at all?" he asked. She walked to the image of younger Astrid and Hiccup and stared, her eyes unfocussing.

"Because my husband won't permit me to hang them in any room he uses," she conceded reluctantly. He frowned.

"Why?" he asked and then looked at the image of the woman with his younger self. "Old boyfriend?"

"My first love," she admitted softly.

"You dumped him for Eret-or did he dump you?" he asked callously. Her head snapped round angrily and her fists bunched.

"Neither," she breathed, visibly controlling her temper. Then just as suddenly as her anger flared, it was gone, leaving her looking unutterably sad. "He was the kindest, sweetest most decent person I ever knew-and he was wrongfully convicted and sent to prison. His father and I were working on his appeal, contacting everyone we could…but while we were still working, we heard he had committed suicide. It just got too much for him…and I felt my heart had been ripped out. I keep these because they are all I have left of him…" And her thumb unconsciously rubbed the back of the little silver ring.

"And that," he said, realising that it was the little Promise ring he had given her at Graduation.

"It never leaves my hand," she sighed. "Eret hates that as well. But Hi…my boyfriend…was my best friend as well. We had been friends most of my life. And I wish he had written that he was feeling like that..because I would have found a way to smuggle myself to Jotunheim to see him, no matter if I ended up in prison for doing it."

"I can see why your husband wouldn't want to compete with a dead man," he commented, sipping the last of his champagne. "A dead man can never make a mistake or sully his memory…which grows more and more glowing as time passes…while the living never fail to disappoint."

"You sound as if you speak from experience," Astrid noted and he gave a fake smile.

"I've had my share of disappointments," he revealed calmly. "But I have learned to live with the fact." She wrapped her arms around her body, staring at the image of the couple in the embrace.

"So have I,' she breathed but he walked to the last picture.

"This intrigues me," he said evenly. "It's very good. That's you and your son?" She nodded.

"Fink," she murmured.

"Odd name," he commented. She looked up with an arched brow.

"This is Berk, a land of ridiculous names and even worse traditions," she commented. "Mr Fury." He chuckled.

"Touche," he acknowledged. "But this is seriously good work."

"My daughter did it," Astrid said.

"Zephyr?"

"I only have the one," Astrid commented tartly then raised her hand in apology. "Sorry. I think you may have caught me on a bad day. Yes, Zephyr. She's a really talented artist and already has scholarship offers from Archipelago University and University of the Arts, London. And I think my husband is determined that she isn't going to be allowed to go to either. He wants her here, under his thumb and is doing everything he can to keep her doubting what an amazing and talented young woman she is." Hiccup frowned.

"That doesn't sound very…responsible," he noted as she frowned.

"No, I guess it doesn't," she murmured. "But regrettably, my husband does many things that are neither responsible nor honourable. I…"

"So this is where you're hiding, wife," Eret said, walking up and gripping Astrid by the shoulder, the grip clearly painfully tight. "And talking to our honoured guest, no less." The tone was edgy, his eyes already hazed with alcohol and Hiccup realised the man was drunk and jealous, despite his own investigations detailing how many women he had betrayed Astrid with. His eyes narrowed as he saw the display. "I thought I ordered you not to hang that rubbish anywhere I could see it!"

"You don't see it, Eret," she replied coldly. "You never come this way to the kitchens and the scullery. This is my area-and I think after seventeen years of marriage that I am owed a few square feet of wall space to hang the only four pictures I own." She flinched as he tightened the grip.

"We'll talk about this later," he promised and then gave a fake smile. "Where's my son?"

"I don't know." Astrid told him tightly.

"Did you tell him I ordered him to be here?" he demanded coldly.

"Oh yes-I would never dream of disobeying one of your orders, husband," Astrid replied coolly. "But whether Fink decides to obey is a different matter."

"His name is ERET!" he snarled.

"You're the only person who calls him that," she retorted.

"He is MY son and I will call him what I want," he growled. "Find him." Then he turned to the billionaire. "I apologise, Fury. The problems of a wife and brats. You know what I mean?"

"Not really," Hiccup replied calmly. "The girl I loved left me many years ago."

"Bet she's kicking herself now," Eret chuckled smugly but Hiccup shook her head.

"I doubt she cares," he commented. Then he smiled brightly. "I gather you wanted to speak to me?"

"Not much gets past you," the bigger man commented, wrapping his arm indiscreetly around Hiccup's shoulders once more. "Why you're such a successful businessman-rather like myself. I mean, I am the owner of the Berk 'Asgard' Casino, Night Fury Transport and a number of other business ventures. And I am always looking out for a new opportunity…and recently, I have been moving into small inter-island transport and passenger runs. And I am looking for aircraft to service my needs."

"Listening so far," Hiccup admitted as he was steered away, filching another glass of champagne from a server. Eret gestured to the magnificent reception room.

"As you can see, I'm pretty successful," he announced brashly. "I'm on the Island Council so if you need the ear of the First Minister, I am the man!"

Or maybe his brother…or perhaps the man himself, Hiccup thought sarcastically.

"I can see the benefits," he commented aloud. "So what are you proposing, Eretson?" The man grinned.

"I run an air freight and passenger business and you make airplanes," he said without any preamble. "I believe there is a deal to be made there." Hiccup's brows dipped slightly, his eyes inspecting the man facing him. Slightly hazed with alcohol, his inhibitions lowered, Eret was hoping that he could just acquire millions of dollars worth of brand new aircraft on what? The shake of a hand? And no doubt 'Fury' would never see them again as the man ducked and avoided any payment.

"Indeed there is," he forced himself to say, quashing the desire to punch the man into face…or do something more lethal. There were glasses and knives around here and it would be so easy to end the man's life…but that would be too easy and far, far too kind. Instead, Hiccup felt his hatred crystallise into an implacable desire to take everything from him and leave him to the same desolation and fate that Hiccup himself had faced.

"So what you say?" Eret grinned. "Maybe a couple of your new island hopper aircraft? They look pretty nice and word is they are the most efficient on the market. Should save me a fortune on fuel costs…"

Assuming you pay for that as well, Hiccup thought darkly but he sipped his champagne as they walked out the front door and into the cool evening, under the brilliant floodlights. The scents of the spring flowers, of early honeysuckle and apple blossom, were light on the breeze as the gravel crunched underfoot.

"I love this time of year," Eret continued. "The Spring always seems filled with promise, of new life and new opportunities…"

"It's certainly a very pleasant time of year," Hiccup agreed, matching the man for pace. Eret paused at the flower bed and glanced down the slope, looking at the gap where the Haddock ancestral home had been razed.

"So what do you say?" he asked as Hiccup inspected him.

"To what?"

"Loaning me a couple of aircraft," Eret said brashly. "The small ones."

"NF-100s," Hiccup corrected him automatically. "And no." Eret paused and glared at him.

"No?" he asked more sharply. Hiccup shook his head, conscious that Snotlout was maintaining station in case the man tried anything inappropriate.

"I'm afraid I cannot loan you any aircraft," he said. "You can buy them…on favourable terms." Eret paused…and then gave a broad grin.

"Of course," he said cheerfully. "You can't blame a man for trying…" Hiccup forced himself to smile slightly.

"No," he said non-committally. "But I haven't built up a several billion dollar business by giving tens of millions of dollars of aircraft away to a man I barely know and have met only twice. I'll have my lawyers draw up a quick contract…nothing messy…just terms and conditions. You can sign on delivery." Eret offered him his hand again and Hiccup shook it firmly.

"Pleasure doing business with you," he grinned as the roar of a motorcycle closed and Fink pulled his bike up in front of the main doors, killing the engine and pulling his helmet off. From his vantage point, Hiccup could see the widening of the young man's green eyes and a sudden pained look cross his face as he realised what day it was.

"ERET!" the black-haired man yelled and Fink flinched. Of all the people he could have met first when he arrived clearly very late, his father was completely at the bottom of the list. Hiccup turned to watch the man storm towards the teen on the motorbike, seeing Snotlout stand back and watch as well. Fink kicked down the stand and dismounted, trying to face Eret. The difference between the lad's slender build, even in his black biking leathers, and his buff and powerful father was stark, reminding Hiccup of his own physical difference from his father. Yet Hiccup had never been in fear of his father as Fink clearly was, though the lad lifted his chin and faced his father bravely.

"Hey, Dad," Fink said as Eret stopped mere feet from him.

"Did you not get my message from your mother that you were to be here on time, dressed and ready and were not to embarrass me again?" Eret snarled at him and Hiccup drifted a pace or two closer, watching the fear flash through the boy's emerald eyes.

"Yeah, Mom may have said something…but I was out and forgot the time," Fink said with forced casualness. With blinding swiftness, Eret backhanded the boy, the blow slamming him to the floor and he looked up, a livid welt on his cheek.

"I warned you what would happen," Eret growled but Fink scrambled up, his eyes wide.

"And how will it look if your son, the island champion, isn't taking part because his father is pissed because he stayed out practising?" he asked, flinching as Eret raised his arm again.

"Get that put away, get inside and get changed!" Eret snapped. "We'll talk later. I expect you downstairs in ten minutes or you know what will happen!" Fink nodded and grabbed the handlebars, then urgently began to push the bike off round the house while his father watched, breathing furiously before he stormed into the house. Frowning at the scene, Hiccup drifted over towards Snotlout, who was trying not to look concerned.

"Enlightening, eh?" the billionaire murmured as his cousin sighed.

"If he hadn't been the lad's father, I would have punched his lights out," Snotlout murmured.

"And if you hadn't, I would," Hiccup agreed, staring after the vanished boy. "He and the boy really have a bad relationship-to the extent where he dropped his facade and went after him in preference to maintaining his illusion."

"Ah well-he had got what he wanted off you, hadn't he?" Snot guessed as Hiccup gave a small smile.

"He wanted me to loan him some brand new aircraft that I would never see again and never get a penny for," he chuckled. "So I offered the sell them to him…at a competitive price." Snotlout shuffled his feet.

"How much of his soul precisely are you asking for?" he asked with a grin. Sipping his drink, Hiccup chuckled.

"None-but I'll make sure Fish and lawyers put enough small print in there that he'll never read," he said. "You okay?" Snot nodded.

"This is quite fun," he admitted. "No one pays me any mind and I can listen to a host of conversations. And everyone is talking about you. The women think you're hot and the men are jealous and out for all they can get. And everyone wonders why you wear the shades. The top pick is that you are hideously disfigured."

"Thanks," Hiccup said sarcastically. "That makes me feel so much better."

"Though the ladies think it makes you look mysterious and sexy," Snotlout teased him and Hiccup face-palmed.

"And my day just keeps getting better and better," he dead-panned. Then he sighed. "I better go back in. Seriously, are you okay?" Loyally, Snotlout nodded.

"My feet are aching a bit but I wouldn't trust anyone else with this gig," he confessed. "Now in you go, sir." Chuckling, Hiccup walked back in with his cousin at his shoulder, immediately being greeted by the effusive Atali, who handed him a Kir Royale and launched into a concerted effort to seduce him which was wholly unsuccessful. Forcing himself to concentrate on the woman and not look at Snotlout, whose slight grin would have caused him to burst out laughing, Hiccup still saw the shape of Fink speed down the staircase, his blond hair still tussled and the welt obvious on his cheek. Dressed in a slim-fit black suit with a simple white shirt, he looked smart but wary, seeking out his sister and leaning close to murmur a few words in her ear. Even from the distance of halfway across the room, Hiccup could read the concern in her eyes and worry at her brother's injury, but he saw Fink smile and nod reassuringly.

The conversation was terminated by the reverberation of a gong, struck by two servers dressed charmingly in mock French 17th century garb, the powdered wigs and embroidered pantaloon suits ridiculously incongruous. Hiccup walked amid the crowd and found himself-as expected-seated near the top of the table, opposite Astrid and with Zephyr and Ryker on either side. Eret glared at his wife and leaned close to her as he walked past to the head of the table.

"I thought you were supposed to sit by Fury," he growled but Astrid looked up coldly.

"You had placed Zephyr next to Johann and I don't like the way he's interested in her, Eret," she said coolly. Eret chuckled.

"He's a rich and powerful man," he told her.

"She's not even seventeen and she finds him creepy," she told her husband simply, uncaring that the man in question was seated at her side.

"He's a good match," Eret insisted. Astrid's eyes narrowed.

"You can alter the seatings while we're all seated, Eret, though you know it will look incredibly obvious and violates etiquette," she told him sharply and he subsided. Hiccup glanced over at Johann, reading irritation in the man's eyes though his facial expression was one of a fake benign smile. Disturbed at the subtext, Hiccup leaned towards the young woman, who was blushing.

"So we meet again, Miss Eretson," he said in a low voice. She nodded, her eyes flicking over to inspect him nervously.

"Please, call me Zephyr," she said quietly.

"Only if you call me Tallon," he replied with a smile. Her blue eyes flicked up guiltily.

"Oh, I am sure I couldn't," she said softly. "I mean, you are a rich man and very powerful and you couldn't want someone as worthless as me insulting you by…" He frowned and she looked worried. "Sir?"

"Zephyr-I asked you to use my name because you offered me the same courtesy," he told her firmly. "Now, I am not offering that right to everyone-just you. Because you seem to be a polite and beautiful young lady who seems unduly lacking in confidence." She looked down at her place setting and fiddled with her fingers in her lap.

"Well, my father always tells me that I'm not really worth much attention," she told him. "I mean, he sneers that I do art, that I can't really cook and that I am dying to get off of Berk…"

"Well, I'm with you on some of those," he told her honestly. "I saw your drawing in the kitchen corridor. It's good. You have real talent." She looked up guiltily. "I draw as well so I can recognise talent. Your use of oil pastels is really impressive because blending them to get the correct tones is very tricky. And the likenesses are excellent." She gave a small, tentative smile.

"Mom's hair is tricky," she admitted. "She does some complicated braiding thing that I just can't get. And Finky has this weird hair thing as well…" Hiccup chuckled. "And I'm left handed so Dad says that makes my writing and drawing clumsy as well…"

"Well, I'm left handed as well so I obviously don't agree," he told her. "I designed my aircraft myself and the fact they're selling like hot cakes means that something went right. And Leonardo Da Vinci, one of the most famous artists and inventors in history was left handed as well." Her eyes widened.

"Really?"

"They're pretty certain due to the angle of shading on his drawings and the way his writing slants," he explained. A grin covered her face then.

"Thanks," she said. "And he always goes on about my hair as well…" He frowned.

"What's wrong with it?" he asked. "It's a nice auburn-and done beautifully."

"It's red…and Dad says I have to be a throwback-or genetic aberration…" Her voice almost completely lacked confidence but he leaned closer.

"Mine was similar when I was younger-maybe a bit lighter when I was a younger teen-but it did darken as I got older," he admitted. "And yes, I spent most of my school years being teased for being a redhead. It's the one protected characteristic that no one cares about." Her eyes widened.

"I thought your hair was brown…" And then her blue eyes narrowed, her nose crinkling just as her mother's did when she was concentrating. "But in the light, you can see the red and auburn tones. It's nice."

"Your colouring is unusual, Zephyr-and you are a pretty young woman," he told her. "Never doubt that and don't let anyone tell you any different." Her smile lit her face then and he felt a small warm glow at helping the young woman's confidence.

"Thank you," she said again as he leaned closer, checking no one was listening.

"Do you mind if I ask a question then?" he asked and she nodded. "Why Zephyr?" She shrugged.

"It was Mom," she admitted. "I mean, Dad didn't care when I was born-he just wanted a son. So Mom named me. I think she said Zephyr was after the west wind, which was the wind from where her friend had gone." She shrugged. "I mean, I got off lucky. Fink's real name is Eret Nuffink Hiccup Eretson. I mean how much worse could it be?" Hiccup chuckled.

"That is pretty bad," he admitted.

"And he hates Dad so he never uses Eret," Zephyr revealed. "He always uses Nuffink…well, Fink or Finky."

"So which of you is older?" Hiccup asked casually as bread rolls were served. Zephyr sighed.

"I am," she admitted.

"How much?" he asked and she shook her head.

"Three minutes," she admitted. His eyes widened behind his shades. "We're twins. Mom had complications so we ended up needing an emergency C-section early. She's never had any more children. She loves us both dearly but Dad…well, he only has any interest in Fink because he's Eret Eretson Junior…but Fink hates him because he tries to control Fink." She looked over at her brother, talking politely to Mindy with the welt obvious on his cheek. "I think he defies Dad because it keeps Dad from bothering me or Mom. And he does want his freedom and does his best to try to grasp it. It only makes Dad more mad." Then she sighed. "I'm sorry-I'm making him sound like a monster. He just has different priorities to us. He values business and his friends and allies over his family-that's all."

And that's pretty twisted, Hiccup thought privately watching the young woman butter her roll and smile at the server who brought her the plate with langoustine and avocado salad. But then I know that Eret's priorities don't include friends anywhere in them.

"So why does your mother wants to keep you away from Minister Trayder?' he asked in a low voice as she blanched.

"I guess she thinks it's not healthy for a man in his fifties to want to spend time with a sixteen year old," she mumbled, poking an avocado.

"And you? What do you think?" he probed gently. Her eyes glittered.

"I find him creepy," she said in a very low voice. "He watches me all the time we are in the same room-and then I feel like I need to have a shower. I know he has mentioned to Dad more than once that he is looking for a wife…and there is no way on Midgard I am marrying him. But I do worry because I know he's been Dad's business partner for years and Mom also knows that Dad owes him a huge amount of money. I think she's worried Dad may use me to pay off his debts."

"That is monstrous," he murmured, his gaze trailing over to the men, seeing Eret leaning close to Johann and whispering furiously. "Maybe he just really likes you?" Her eyes widened and then she shook her head.

"Mom told me that he started talking to Dad about it three years ago-when I was thirteen…" Zephyr murmured as she rested her knife and fork neatly together on her plate. "I've never really talked to him other than the usual politeness you say to a friend of your father's before you ask to be excused. It's not real and it's not healthy." Hiccup finished his salad and glanced over at the Minister.

He's also a man who owns the most brutal and cruel whorehouse in the North, he thought as his eyes trailed over the young woman. And this is very much the sort of thing that Heather told me: that he befriended her and said he wanted a relationship. But when he persuaded her to come out with him…she never went home. Kidnapped to Betsy's, she was abused until she stopped fighting…and then they put her to work… His eyes narrowed behind the shades. Until I found her.

"I'm sorry," Zephyr apologised. "I think I'm ruining the atmosphere…"

"It's not down to you, Zephyr," he said evenly. "But the fault is mine for I asked the question." Then he smiled again. "So tell me-what does a young person do in Berk?"

As she smiled and began to talk, he kept half an ear on Ryker, Eret and Johann, filing away the quiet conversation for future reference. Leaning slightly towards the young woman, he still asked a few relevant questions as she explained what she enjoyed doing and he found himself smiling at her enthusiasm for her home…just as he had been when he was younger. But at the moment, she didn't have a boyfriend, though she revealed that Fink did have a girlfriend, though Eret didn't know. And Zephyr had a role in helping the young couple spend time together, inviting the girl over as 'her' friend…and then covering for her twin to spend time with the girl. And he was struck by the generosity of the girl in helping her brother…similar to the way Ruff and Tuff always had each other's back. As an only child, Hiccup had no practical experience but he respected his friends and found himself rooting for Eret's children against the man who had betrayed him. And the kernel of a plan began to form.

Then he looked up and found Astrid staring at him, her blue eyes guarded and concerned. Realising her concerns for her daughter and unable to obviously reassure her, he offered a small nod which she met with a stony stare. It was clear that Astrid was fiercely protective of her daughter and though Hiccup meant the girl no harm, the same couldn't be said about his intentions for Zephyr's parents. But for now, he needed to befriend them and not appearing threatening to Zephyr was key to that. However, he found himself liking the young woman's kind nature and admiring her artistic talent. And as he gently encouraged her to talk, she emerged a little from her shell to reveal a girl with sharp observation and a dry sense of humour. Unwillingly, he also realised he was taking a little about himself to her, sharing his reminiscences of painting and drawing when he was younger, though he mentally edited the stories to remove any references that could betray his identity. And he found himself pulling out a biro and swiftly sketching on the back of a napkin, swiftly producing a very good picture of Zephyr. And the girl's eyes widened in surprise and delight, her face lighting with a smile. He finished shading the slight dimple in her cheek and then presented the picture to her.

"For you, Miss Zephyr," he said with a small smile. "Sorry-I am rather out of practice…" But she clasped the napkin reverently and her face was brilliant with her smile.

"It's perfect," she said in delight. "Thank you so much, Mr Fury…" He inclined his head. "Tallon?" He nodded.

"Better," he murmured. Then he sat back and sipped his wine. For now, he had everyone where he wanted them-and plenty of ammunition for the next stage of his plan. The work would begin in the morning.

[harrypanther]

Face Value Chapter Twenty

TWENTY:

After a lovely meal and a surprisingly fun evening being bankrupted at Monopoly by the ruthless Hofferson women, Hiccup had gone home to an interrogation by Stoick and Gobber who had demanded a blow-by-blow account of his evening. The nudges and winks this had provoked had almost caused terminal embarrassment but the time with Astrid-and the soft kiss she had given him when he had left her to return home had been worth it.

They had texted over the weekend as Hiccup had wrestled with work from the period he had been off and Astrid had found herself helping him and feeling all the better for the knowledge that even the smartest student in the class needed help sometimes. In return, Hiccup had nudged her in the correct direction to complete her Math homework successfully and the pair had found themselves looking forward to the coming week. Heather had spent the weekend away with Dagur visiting some distant relative and the twins had been busy with some project that Tuff was being surprisingly secret about-though Hiccup assured Astrid that this happened about once or twice a semester.

Suddenly it was Monday again and Finn had collected Hiccup from home and given him a lift to school alone with Astrid. Still unable to drive after his concussion, the chance to come in with Astrid had been an unexpected pleasure that he had treasured-until they had arrived at the school door and caught sight of a shape that had Hiccup's stomach congeal in worry. For in the middle of the hallway, holding court despite his leg in plaster and crutches, was Snotlout. There was the faded remains of a graze on his cheek but apart from that-and the full length plaster that enswathed his right leg-he looked completely unconcerned. Thuggory and Eret were standing by him, laughing and joking and a small crowd of younger students were surrounding them, hanging onto his brash words, as if the lies and unfounded accusations never happened. And then Snotlout looked up and saw his cousin.

"You!" he spat as his friends and the younger students turned to face the auburn-haired student. "Why are you still here, Useless? After everything you did?" Hiccup's eyes widened but he had Astrid at his side as well as the truth and he pulled his shoulders back as he stared at his cousin.

"Still not really friends with the truth, are you?" Hiccup asked him pointedly. "What I did? You pushed me down the stairs. You could have killed me! And you ended up injured because I tried to grab anything to stop my fall-and you, as the person who pushed me, was closest. You ended up injured because of your own vicious attack on me!"

"Hogswash!" Snotlout sneered. "You're just so jealous and…"

"You do know there is a video of the whole incident?" Hiccup asked him. "That everyone in the school has seen and that proves you're lying. It shows exactly what's happened!"

"So maybe you should stop recycling that same weak line about being poor Snotlout and face up to what you did," Astrid added.

"In fact, I'm shocked you're here and not suspended or expelled," Hiccup added, frowning. "You attacked me, remember? Twice. So why aren't you being punished, Snot?"

"Hey-give the guy a break!" Thuggory protested. "He's been hurt."

"He's lost his career," Hiccup pointed out. "He'll never play again. Ever. So…he's not a jock any more. He's as much a jock as I am. No football. No scholarship." Eret frowned.

"Snot?" he asked guardedly as the stocky teen rolled his eyes.

"It's Hiccup being a jealous nobody," he said brashly. "I mean, how could I lose my career? I've had operations and I'm just healing. I'll be back in no time…"

"I believe an anterior and posterior cruciate rupture is a good six months if it's uncomplicated…and yours wasn't…" Hiccup pointed out, watching his cousin start to sweat. "Not to mention the fracture-dislocation of your ankle as well…" Astrid rested a hand on his arm and nodded.

"Of course, being the good friends you are, I'm sure you'll be a great support to Snotlout during his rehabilitation-not to mention all the work he needs to catch up on if he's to have any chance of getting his diploma…" she added pointedly, watching the two dark-haired jocks share a look. She had picked up on Hiccup's point: that Snotlout's 'friends' were as superficial and self-centred as the stocky young man himself. She was well aware of the way they had dumped Hiccup after his accident and part of her was wondering whether they would treat their leader Snotlout in the same heartless way. Snotlout gave a false laugh.

"Guys-why are you listening to Hiccup? He's always been jealous of me-what with me being awesome and handsome and the best Footballer and…"

"You are out for the season and not getting a scholarship," Eret murmured thoughtfully. "Not going to be helping us train…" Thuggory nodded.

"And shorty was never much good at doing anything for anyone but himself," he commented.

"But guys-I've had your backs against everything," Snotlout protested.

"If you can keep up, hop along!" Eret sneered.

"Atali will back me up, you miserable nobody!" Snotlout retorted.

"Except she's suspended for two weeks-and Mindy…" Thuggory snapped. "And she got herself suspended for supporting what you said against Hiccup about your fall!"

"He deliberately grabbed me!" Snotlout shouted.

"After you pushed him down a flight of stairs in front of everyone!" Eret sneered. "No one believes you any more!"

"Hey-these guys do!" Snotlout protested, appealing to the younger students who had miraculously melted away as they were reminded what had happened. It had been habit to hang around the jocks and admire Snotlout…but not when they recalled how he had attacked another student. "Guys?"

"HA!" Thuggory gloated. "You think anyone will lift a finger to help you? As of now, you're just another student who isn't worth dime one!"

"But…"

"Don't make yourself look more pathetic, shorty," Eret sneered as he slung his bag over his shoulder and stalked away. Seething, Snotlout cast his hate-filled gaze at the shapes of Hiccup and Astrid, watching the confrontation.

"YOU! Useless, I should kick your ass for what you just did…" the stocky young man threatened. Unable to contain himself, Hiccup started chuckling.

"You know, if you try to do that, you'll fall over?" he pointed out as Astrid burst out laughing. The few students hanging around who were in earshot all started laughing as well. Turning red with fury, Snotlout glared at them.

"SHUT UP!" he yelled. "Do you know who I am?"

"Hopalong Jorgensen!" a voice offered as the laughter grew louder.

"Shut up, whoever you are!" Snotlout yelled. Hiccup offered Astrid his hand.

"Shall we leave him to his friends?" he asked as Snotlout turned to glare at them.

"I didn't say you could go!" he snapped.

"Snotlout, you should get moving now-the bell will go in a few minutes and you're not as fast as you used to be…" Astrid suggested reasonably.

"Like I need advice from you…" Snotlout sneered as Hiccup squeezed her hand and the two walked away. Somehow, it had been less horrible than anticipated but as Hiccup heard Snotlout yelling after them, he doubted life would be that simple.

oOo

Thankfully, Snotlout wasn't in any of their lessons, for they were taking AP classes while Snotlout was definitely at the lower end of the educational attainment scale, but Hiccup was still wracked with anxiety and confusion. How was his cousin even here, after blatantly lying and trying to cause such appalling trouble for Hiccup? Where was the justice and penalty for those actions.

He's injured and lost his career, his conscience pointed out.

But those happened when he shoved me down the stairs, which could have broken my neck, he mused. Where is the punishment for his lies, for the bullying and the abuse I suffered? For making me feel so wretched that maybe killing myself would be a relief?

And then he blinked. He had striven not to be 'that guy', not to be as hateful and vicious as his former friends had been…but it was hard, because there was part of Hiccup that really wanted Snotlout to learn a lesson for his actions and his lies. Especially since he had the temerity to repeat them on his return to school, despite the fact they had been comprehensively proven to be untrue.

"You with me, Babe?" Astrid whispered as they entered the last five minutes of Math, the final lesson prior to lunch. He nodded absently. "Because you've been doing that equation for the last ten minutes and you've got six different answers." He blinked, crossed out his work and redid it correctly. Then he sighed.

"Thanks," he murmured as the teacher called time and collected their assignments. Their homework assignment was handed out and they rose as the bell rang, heading for the door. Astrid stared at his face and saw him deeply unhappy.

"It's Snot, isn't it?" she guessed. Absently, he nodded as they headed for the canteen.

"He just has absolutely no insight," he said. "I mean, he's still repeating the same lies when we have video of him shoving me. He could have killed me-and yet he whines about how he was injured as a result of that attack! And what is he even doing in school anyway? His Dad was all for me being suspended or expelled for 'attacking' his son-so why is he still here when he attacked me twice in a week?" His voice was growing more animated and his eyes flashed with anger at the injustice. Sighing, Astrid halted.

"I don't know, Babe," she sighed. "Look-can we grab some lunch…and maybe go and ask Principal Wing? She's the only one who can answer you!" He looked at her and then sagged.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I don't mean to rant…" She stepped forward and rested her hands on his arms, looking up into his troubled eyes.

"Hiccup," she said, silencing him with the gentle word, "you don't have to worry about upsetting me. The truth is-I am furious as well. I want to know what's going on…and why your attack isn't being treated as serious!" He calmed his breathing as she sighed. "And I'm glad you feel strongly enough to speak up-because you normally don't. You endure because you're stubborn and brave and pig-headed and you suffer because you want to be some mythical viking…"

"Which, to be fair, I'm definitely not," he mumbled as she smiled.

"While I am certainly a Valkyrie," she added. "We have publicity shots to prove it. And I will stand by you through this-you know that?" He managed a wan smile, his hands finding hers, the tension easing from his shoulders slightly.

"I am so lucky," he murmured. "You are the absolute best girlfriend ever…and I definitely don't deserve…"

"Hey! Useless! Get your scrawny carcass and Nerdstrid out the way! Injured sportsman coming through!" Snotlout purposely shoved Hiccup sideways as he came past-though there was plenty of room-and he and Astrid stumbled and ended up in a heap on the floor. Laughing, he swung into the canteen, grinning as he pushed his way into the line for food.

"That is IT!" Astrid growled, scrambling up and hauling Hiccup to his feet. "We grab sandwiches and then we go and see the Principal. I want and answer as well!"

So twenty minutes later, trying to ignore Snotlout, who was still holding court to anyone who would listen about how he would be back in no time and running the attack of the Football Team once more, they were sitting outside Principal Wing's office once more. Astrid was furious, having been forced to stand in line for ten minutes and listen to Snotlout's diatribe, grinding her teeth and casting dagger-like stares at the stocky boy and somehow, her anger made Hiccup feel a little more validated. But he was nervous once more because he never seemed to be sitting here for any good reason. And he was positively taut with anxiety as Mala Wing called them in.

Sitting in front of her, the two teens looked over the desk at her elegant shape and she sighed, her cool green eyes reading their faces.

"I should have expected this," she said, her voice calm. "You have met your cousin?"

"Kinda hard to miss him, Ma'am, since he was in the middle of the Hallway, repeating the same old lies," Hiccup said, trying not to sound bitter. "I mean, he and his Dad tried to get me totally thrown out of school and basically destroy my life! For something that Snot knew he did! No one will ever understand how much abuse I got for what he said. The names I was called. How…hopeless I felt. How I felt like maybe dying would be the best. How people were telling me to kill myself-all because of what he and Atali were saying. And yet…he's allowed here, a few days after I had to fight to retain my school career-which I would have lost if Gustav hadn't stepped forward, because I still have memory loss from where HE pushed me down the stairs!" He paused and took a breath.

"So why is he here, Principal Wing?" Astrid asked directly. "Snotlout attacked Hiccup-twice. What he did-and what he asked people to do for him-was awful. But he's here, like nothing happened and as if he's not done anything wrong! But he did-something terribly wrong. So why isn't he being treated like how he wanted Hiccup treated? Why isn't he being punished?"

The Principal inspected her calmly, long enough to allow a flush to rise in her cheeks.

"You think he isn't?" she asked the blonde girl thoughtfully.

"But he's here, boasting and mean and lying and he hasn't learned anything!" Astrid exploded. "He was spouting the same lies to his hangers on as soon as he arrived-and no one was challenging him! He pushed us aside on his way into lunch. He's just acting as if everything is normal!"

"But it isn't," Mala Wing told them calmly. "Simon is well aware that his standard of behaviour and conduct have been unacceptable and that this will be reflected in his references for whatever work or further education he may contemplate after leaving school. He has detention every evening for the remains of the semester. And he has lost his career in the only area of his schooling that he actually excelled in." Hiccup bowed his head, feeling embarrassed but also still angry.

"He's still acting like the ass and bully he always was," he mumbled. Mala sighed, reading the hurt in Hiccup's expression.

"And he hasn't apologised," she added, remaining calm. Guiltily, emerald eyes looked up to meet her calm demeanour. "I cannot make him think he has done wrong when he lacks the insight and honesty even to himself. I cannot make him behave better-though maybe you should consider that perhaps his behaviour is a mask to hide the hurt and distress he feels at the loss of his career. He can claim as much as he wants but the prognosis is very clear: his knee is unlikely to stand up to any professional sport and will be just useable for light exercise like jogging. He will be prone to early arthritis and he will get significant pain from it later in life." She stared at the two students facing her. "I am not betraying a confidence since his father screamed the facts both to my secretary and then to I when he launched a tirade against my imposition of detention. It was only when I explained that I was being very generous in accepting Simon back at all that his bluster evaporated and he accepted my ruling."

Astrid's hand gripped his and she sighed.

"I'm sorry," she murmured. "It-it just didn't seem right that he was here, being so cruel to Hiccup again when Hiccup is innocent in all this! And some of the younger ones are still looking up to him and hanging onto his every word…" Mala sighed.

"I am sorry he does not seem to have learned," she said gently. "Please-report any abuse to me and I will remind him that his presence here is on sufferance. But rest assured: he is not getting off scot free and the severity of his offences have not been underestimated." She sighed. "I allowed him back because if I suspended him, it would not be possible for him to catch up and graduate. I am giving him a chance. But only a chance. The rest is up to him." Hiccup rose.

"Thanks, Principal Wing," he said unhappily as she shook her head.

"I would not have expelled or suspended you unless there was incontrovertible proof that you made a premeditated attack on another student, Hiccup," she told him. "And I am sorry that you feel that I have been overly lenient on Simon. I am certain that returning to school will not be easy-especially in light of the extremely cruel nature of his friends. All I ask is that you do not actively try to harm Simon." Hiccup's eyes widened.

"I would never even contemplate that!" he said urgently. "I just want nothing to do with him." Mala Wing smiled.

"Good," she said. "I trust you, Hiccup. You have developed into a fine young man. And you, Astrid, are brave, smart and loyal. I know, between you, you will do the right thing."

oOo

The next morning at break, Hiccup could tell his friends were worried and considering how to broach a subject with him. Fishlegs was eating his fifth bag of potato chips and the twins were quiet and not fighting. Sliding into the seat next to the husky boy, Hiccup inspected his face.

"Something's worrying you guys," he said without preamble. "You know you're my friends. You can tell me anything…" Astrid slid into the seat opposite as the others shared a glance. Finally, Heather sighed.

"We've all received requests for tutoring," she revealed quietly. Hiccup frowned.

"We all offer tutoring…and there's still enough time to make a difference to final grades," he murmured, sensing there was more to come.

"All our requests are from Snotlout," Fishlegs said anxiously,

Astrid stared at Hiccup and saw his shoulders sag. He closed his eyes and took a slow breath.

"What did you say?" he asked tonelessly.

"Wait-no one asked me," Ruff put in suddenly.

"He probably didn't want his hair pink and green," Tuff chuckled. His sister pouted.

"True, though," she conceded.

"No one has accepted his requests," Fishlegs said in a low voice. "He's emailed us six or seven times since he put in the initial request."

"We haven't said anything because we wanted to check with you," Heather explained honestly, her face uncertain. "You are our friend and we all know what happened. We know what he did, what he said and how he tried to steal your chance to graduate."

"We wouldn't accept him if you didn't want us to…even if we wanted to," Tuff commented dryly. "I mean, that boy is the complete textbook definition of a muttonhead. In fact, he may be an insult to your average muttonhead. I'm not sure he even is tutor-able!"

"That may be true," Astrid murmured.

"The point is-what do you want us to do?" Fishlegs asked him and he looked up at his friends. Everyone looked tense and he felt a pang of guilt that they were there, on tenterhooks, wondering how he would react. And how should he? Snotlout had always been an ass, long before High School and young Hiccup had been bullied by his bigger, stronger cousin. Snotlout had been the main instigator of Hiccup's expulsion from the group after he lost his leg and of course, he had been the one who had masterminded putting the auburn-haired teen into the dumpster. His lies had caused Hiccup to be trolled and had led to the confrontation with Spitelout and the online bullying that had almost broken him.

But Snotlout's actions had harmed himself as well. Principal Wing had recognised that his attack on Hiccup had led to the stocky boy destroying his own career and losing his glittering future. His friends were ignoring him, no matter how oblivious Snotlout had tried to be about it and he was in danger of failing to graduate. He had missed time that he could ill afford with his poor marks and it was reasonable for him to ask for help.

But was it right that his friends should help the guy who had tried to harm Hiccup-a guy whose actions could have killed him? Was it right they should help him get his Diploma when Snotlout deliberately tried to ruin Hiccup's school career? But was it right that Hiccup should make himself as bad as Snot, that he should repay his cousin's actions with revenge?

Was that who he wanted to be?

He sighed.

"I really am grateful that I have such good friends," he said, his hand stretching out to find Astrid's. She smiled: Snotlout hadn't even bothered to contact her, for she wouldn't have had any hesitation in giving her rejection. "And I am grateful you are all such good, decent people. As was pointed out to me, Snotlout has paid a high price for his actions in attacking me. So I'm not going to tell you what to do. You should do what your conscience dictates and I won't be upset either way. If you chose to help Snot, you're better people than me but I wouldn't blame you." And he looked up. "But thanks. For asking. For thinking of me. And being my friends."

"GROUP HUG!" Tuff announced and flung himself around Hiccup with his sister a beat behind. Astrid, Fishlegs and Heather all joined in and Hiccup grimaced and then gave a sigh.

"AIR!" he gasped they finally withdrew. Tuff shared a look with his sister.

"You okay, li'l Hiccy?" he checked.

"Hiccy?" Hiccup murmured dryly.

"It's cute," Astrid commented.

"Yeah-real cute-Hoffy!" he retorted as she socked his shoulder. "And ow!"

"Okay, Babe…though I think Hiccy may join the roster…"

"Asti?" he tried. She grinned.

"Finn already calls me that…though I would accept that from you, my fabulous boyfriend," she told him smugly. "Though I do prefer the Hiccup-specific term of 'Milady'…" He smiled then and stared into her eyes.

"Milady it is," he confirmed with relief.

"No," Tuff said and the two teens looked up.

"What?" Hiccup asked, puzzled. "Because I actually do call her 'Milady' and…"

"No-you're cute together," Ruff told them.

"No was to tutoring the muttonhead," Tuff said bluntly.

"Same here," Heather added. "I've spent more than enough time with him when I was 'popular' and Thor, he is dense! And self-absorbed. And lacking in any insight. And gratitude. I would end up doing all the work and he would just moan and not learn anything!" She took a deep breath. "Sorry, but I really needed to get that off my chest!" Astrid nodded.

"Can't blame you," she admitted.

"I'm out as well," Fishlegs said after a further moment. "I know you gave us a free choice and I really appreciate that, Hiccup. I bet if the situations were reversed, Snotlout would absolutely forbid his friends to have anything to do with you."

"He did," Hiccup reminded him with a small smile. "Hopalong Hiccup, remember?" Everyone grimaced at the quiet reminder of the cruel term. "But I don't want to be that guy."

"And we do appreciate that," Fishlegs said. "None of us wants anything to do with Snotlout after everything he's done. He wasn't just mean to you, after all…" He looked round the group. "We're all your friends and I know you gave us a choice-but we all choose you, Hiccup." The auburn haired teen smiled.

"Now we just have to see how he takes it," he said.

[harrypanther]

Face Value Chapter Nineteen

NINETEEN:

Friday flew by and Hiccup found himself insanely nervous. He had chatted to his father about the meeting and Stoick had been very reassuring as he had clapped his son on the shoulder and almost knocked him over.

"You don't need to be nervous, son!" he had boomed. "You're a good man, raised with manners to honour your elders. You have treated the lass well…"

"Actually, Dad-I didn't for a while…until a short while before the fire," he admitted. "I mean, I was an ass. And when I was dumped like day old yak dung, I tried my hardest to make things up to Astrid…but she didn't want to have anything to do with such a prize muttonhead." Stoick stared at him before clearing his throat.

"Ah…yes…well…" he fumbled around before staring at his son. "I presume Astrid's mother is aware of this."

"Oh yes…" Hiccup said, nodding wildly. "She's going to hate me…" Stoick shook his head.

"Son, anyone who meets you will realise you are a decent man, someone who acknowledges his mistakes and has worked hard to better himself and learn," he said, inspecting the lean shape.

"And I only have one leg," Hiccup pointed out.

"Technically you have one and a half…well, about one and two thirds…or is it one and three quarters? Maybe five eights…" Stoick suggested, frowning and peering at his son's legs.

"You know that's not helping," he noted and then he sagged. "Astrid is…amazing. I mean she's beautiful and smart and sassy and I just feel complete when I'm with her. If her Mom hates me-what will it mean for us?"

"Finn likes you," Stoick told him. "And that lad, Dane, thought you were a smart man. If she gives you a chance, she will be certain to approve of you…"

"She's a Hofferson!" Hiccup said despondently. "They're fierce and stubborn and bear a grudge and did I mention stubborn? I wouldn't blame her if she hated me but if I lost Astrid…" His voice trailed off and Stoick immediately leaned forward, gently grasping his son's tense shoulder in his meaty hand.

"Son?" he asked gently. Ashamedly, Hiccup looked away.

"I'm sorry, Dad," he murmured. "I just keep seeing myself falling down those stairs. And what they said to me after just keeps going round and round. And I remind myself that I really don't deserve to be here-because I'm not as good as any other student. I am down a leg and I was an asshole before and all my friends rejected me…why would anyway really want to be my friend, let alone my girlfriend…?"

Stoick quietly wrapped his son in a careful hug, feeling Hiccup lean into him.

"How long have you been feeling like this, son?" he asked quietly. Hiccup gulped.

"Since the fall…and especially since…" His voice trailed off and Stoick shook his head.

"Those…people…haven't helped you, have they?" he sighed, not meaning Hiccup's friends.

"I know the Norns treat us how we deserve," Hiccup murmured. "I must have really offended the Aesir by how I treated Astrid…" Hugging his son a little harder, Stoick sighed.

"You were nowhere near as bad as the others and you have shown genuine remorse-unlike your cousin," Stoick told him honestly. "I could not have been more proud of how you have coped." And then he paused. "You know the doctors offered someone to talk to after your fall. They mentioned that this could happen." Hiccup looked up, his bright green eyes ashamed.

"But a Viking son of Berk should be able to cope," he argued. "I should just pull myself together and face this like…"

"Like a human being who is struggling," his father told him gently. "Son-I'll make the call and they can arrange you some sessions to just help you get things back in perspective…though I know that lass of yours will help." But Hiccup shook his head.

"I can't put this on her as well," he said stubbornly. "I mean, how could I look her in the face when she is so amazing and I'm so utterly pathetic?" Stoick pulled back and inspected the skinny shape of his sun.

"Hiccup-you are a stubborn and brave young man," he said honestly. "And I could not be more proud of you. Everyone needs a hand now and then-and I am certain your lass was not as confident and assured when she lost her father. I am certain she and her mother struggled-and though her school fellows didn't help her, she certainly knew you were down and struggling after your fall. And yet she came to help you. A girl like that comes round maybe once or twice a lifetime-so if you meet one, you should do everything you can to hang onto her."

"Not at all awkward…or creepy," Hiccup sassed quietly.

"Not creepy at all, son," Stoick told him sternly. "What you feel for her is genuine and very powerful. I could see it-Helheim, even Gobber noticed it. You are a brave young man but we all need help, now and then. Astrid seems to be willing to give that help. One day, she may need you-and I know you would fight your way through the Frost Giants to help her."

"Because those mean old Frost giants could never hope to deal with all this raw Vikingness," Hiccup shrugged as his father chuckled. "Thanks, Dad. I guess I needed that…" Smiling, Stoick nodded.

"That's my boy," he said and headed back to the kitchen. "Now go and make me proud, son."

oOo

He was sitting in the car for almost five minutes before he reached for the door, his heart pounding in his chest and he had to almost shake himself. What was wrong with him? He had faced everything his former friends had put him through, been the most hated guy in Berk High and had even acted in a movie! What was so scary about opening the car door, walking up to the house, ringing the bell and facing Astrid's Mom?

But he knew. If she hated him-as he suspected she would-then it would be the end. This little pool of happiness he had created would be shattered and sooner or later Astrid would dump him. And realistically, why wouldn't she? She had so much going for her and he…didn't. And what girl would want to hang onto him as a boyfriend…or even a friend…when her only surviving parent disapproved? Maybe he should just turn around now and drive away and possibly leave the country and hide in the French Foreign Legion…if that still existed. Yes, he could see it now…sand, no one for miles, a fort full of losers…exactly the perfect place for him…

He jumped at a tap on the window and looked up-to see Astrid rapping her knuckles on the glass with a smile. Warily, he wound the window down.

"Hey," he managed.

"Hey," she replied, still smiling. "Are you okay? I watched you pull up and was worrying if you were going to drive away…" He gave a false laugh.

"Ah…me? No…I was just…wondering if the French Foreign Legion still existed…" he gabbled as her eyes widened.

"You thinking of going Beau Geste on me, Haddock?" she asked him dryly. He rubbed the back of his neck.

"You picked up the reference, huh?" he replied. She nodded.

"Watched the old black and white movie with my Nana Poo," she explained. "She loved the men in uniform and I found it fascinating because I come from the Archipelago where deserts are some alien landscape…"

"It's just a huge beach…extending for about a thousand miles…" he replied. "And Nana Poo?"

"Mom's Mom…her maiden name was Pulevic…hence Nana Poo…" she explained then smiled. "Look, I didn't say it was in any way logical…" He chuckled. "Look, I promise Mom won't eat you. I'll protect you." He sagged.

"Oh Thor…that makes me sound even more pathetic…" he admitted but she leaned through the window and pressed a brief kiss against his cheek.

"Hiccup-you're amazing," she told him gently. "You were attacked for asking people to treat someone who has been foul to you decently. By the person who was foul to you! You suffered some serious injuries and you just came bouncing back. And I was the biggest fool on Midgard because I was so stubborn and angry at everyone that I refused your offer of friendship. But you kept on being there. Thor, you noticed I was looking sad on the day Mom went into hospital. No one else even cared if I was there-but you did. And my stubbornness meant that we were both alone a lot more than we needed to be."

"What I deserved, I think," he admitted but she opened the car door.

"Come inside. Please?" He unfastened his safety belt.

"For you-anything," he conceded, and slowly got out, grasping the bunch of flowers from the passenger seat. Astrid's eyes widened.

"For me?" she asked but he shook his head regretfully.

"For your Mom," he admitted. "Um…because you should always bring flowers for your hostess…unless you're round there every five minutes when frankly you'd go bankrupt…" She chuckled.

"I don't know what you have to worry about," she told him, taking his hand and walking him into the house. Ingrid was waiting at the door, having watched the interplay with a thoughtful expression. Anxiously, Hiccup tried to smooth his hair down slightly, though the result was to make it even more wild. He nodded.

"Um…hallo Mrs Hofferson," he said. "Thank you for inviting me round. These-these are for you." And he handed over the flowers. Her eyes widened at the gesture: old-fashioned and generous but none the worst for either of those. Smiling, she accepted the bouquet of pink and white blooms and stepped back.

"Welcome, Hiccup," she said clearly, eyeing him up. He had changed from school into his black jeans, black shoes, a forest green shirt and black winter coat, a fluffy green scarf swapped around his neck. "You'll catch your death." He stepped back and allowed Astrid in first then followed, shutting the door behind him. Carefully taking off his coat and scarf, he looked askance and hung them where she indicated.

"Do you want me to take off my shoes?" he asked but she shook her head.

"Astrid explained about your leg,' she told him calmly. "It's okay." He nodded.

"Um…thanks," he said, still looking anxious. "Are-are you feeling better now?" Eyes twinkling, her smile broadened.

"Yes, thank you," she said. "And you?"

"Oh yes," he replied. "I've got a hard head anyway so falling down the stairs was more likely to damage the stairs…" Noting his self-deprecating tone, she led him into the kitchen and Astrid pulled him onto a seat at the table as Ingrid bustled around dealing with the flowers.

"So…tell me about yourself, Hiccup," she invited him as she filled an elegant glass vase with water. He glanced over at Astrid but she was smiling and she nodded in reassurance.

"Well…I live with my Dad and my dog, Toothless. My Mom bailed on us when I was young-about a year old. They never divorced because Dad always said he loved her. And he says to this day he would take her back in an instant because when you love someone, you love everything about them-even their flaws and mistakes. I don't really remember her at all, to be honest-just what Dad tells me and pictures. She never called, just wrote very occasionally from a variety of exotic places, telling about how she was foiling poachers or helping in some remote conservation project. The last I heard from her was when I was ten-it was a postcard from Palau. Dad told me she was some sort of edgy conservationist and eco-warrior and clearly her beliefs were far more important to her than her family.

Dad travels a lot with his job as Managing Director of Berk Co, though he is now settling back on Berk. My Uncle Gobber is a mechanic and is probably certifiably crazy but he's good-hearted and looked after me a lot. A couple of years ago there was a bad house fire-due to an electrical fault-while Dad was away and I was home alone and I ended up losing part of my left leg so I am an amputee. Yeah-sorry. I wanted to be a pilot but that's not happening any more so I'm aiming for Aeronautical Engineering instead because I have always dreamed of flying and realistically, that's the closest I'm ever going to get now. And I used to be in the track team until the fire and then…well, I do run a bit still but I have to use my running prosthetic and I feel the stares of people more than I should. I'm a straight A student like Astrid and we're pretty much neck and neck in class ranking. I used to be a jock and an asshole and I didn't treat Astrid as well as I should-but after the fire I was dropped like a rancid piece of meat by the people I thought were my friends because I was no longer 'one of them'. And I realised how bad it was to be treated like that. And though it was what I deserved, I was lucky to find some other outcasts who accepted me for what I was not what I had been. I tried to make it up to Astrid and be her friend…because she's amazing: beautiful, sassy, stubborn, smart, probably some other S words as well. And I have crushed on her since about Freshman Year but I was too stupid and shallow to acknowledge it. And I thought I had blown my chance to even be her friend-but I promised myself that I would always try to be her friend, even if she ignored me to the end of time because I didn't want to be the ass I had been and I owed her my friendship for teaching me to be a better person. And I think I am the luckiest guy on Berk and probably the planet to be her boyfriend."

Ingrid was staring, slack-jawed, at the candid and honest resume of his life and she glanced over at Astrid, whose eyes were as wide as her own. She didn't fail to notice that her daughter reached out and her hand gently curled around Hiccup's before his fingers gently reciprocated the grip. Emerald eyes flicking up guiltily, he sighed.

"You did ask," he admitted as she snapped her mouth shut.

"I did," she confessed. "That was…remarkable." He shrugged.

"Mrs Hofferson-you know who I am," he said honestly. "I am certain your daughter has come home unhappy or angry or hurt by the actions of my friends and I in the past. And if I could take that back, I would-because the Norns have dealt me some harsh lessons to teach me that such behaviour is unacceptable. I couldn't believe it when Astrid came to talk to me in the Library and when she danced with me at the Valentine's Dance…well, if I could have died and gone to Valhalla, I would have died happy. But you are her mother and I know you and she are close. If you wanted to know about me, I owe Astrid to answer as fully as I should." He paused and chewed his lip. "I mean, I'm not really used to mothers. If my Dad says he wants to know something, it's usually much louder and very direct and he wants to know everything straight away so I reckoned I would do the same. Was that okay?"

"You really haven't seen your mother for seventeen years?" she asked, finishing arranging the flowers. Hiccup sighed.

"When I was about five, I asked Dad if he was going to get us a new Mom but he just said that he wasn't," he recounted. "That she was the only woman for him, that she was the love of his life and he would never love anyone again. And he told me that love was the best, most amazing thing in the world-but that love came with loss. That was part of the bargain-but the pain was worth it." He squeezed Astrid's hand. "I really hope he's right because I've done the losing bit already, with Mom and my leg…"

"You've got me," Astrid told him. "And the twins and Fish and Dagur and Heather." His lips tilted in a smile.

"Milady-you are more than enough for me," he admitted.

"Mom-he was really good in the movie," she told her mother eagerly. "He really looked like a proper Viking…"

"Because of course, no one could mistake this raw Vikingness," Hiccup sassed gently. "Mrs Hofferson, Astrid was awesome. She really really looked like a Valkyrie and she was a natural. I may have to just go hide as unworthy of her…"

"Oh, you are not going Beau Geste on me," she told him. He chuckled.

"My prosthetic would get stuck in the sand so not much chance of my being accepted into the Legion Etrangere!" he told her sassily. "You may be stuck with me a bit longer…"

"Good," Astrid said firmly as Ingrid brought them glasses of soda and smiled.

"I hope you eat yak?" she checked and he nodded.

"Um…with my Dad's cooking and Gobber's, I kind of eat anything as long as it's not raw or on fire," Hiccup explained. "Except Oysters. I'm allergic to those." Ingrid nodded-and then her eyes widened.

"Oysters?"

"Yeah-Gobber's idea of a joke," Hiccup explained. "Dad was coming home and texted Gobber to say that he would love a pie-steak, kidneys, potatoes, thick gravy, full puff pastry…I was happy to make the pie but Gobber decided it would be hilarious not to give Dad the warming pie he wanted but instead to serve Dad with raw oysters with chilli and garlic…Honestly, he was furious. I thought he might explode. And Gobber falling off his chair at Dad's expression didn't help. He refused to even try them so Gobber suggested if even I could manage one there was no excuse… Except the moment I swallowed the horrible slimy thing, my lips swelled up as did my tongue and I suddenly found it really hard to breathe. I was rushed into the Emergency Department and told to never touch them again." The woman shook her head.

"The yak roast is entirely free of oyster," she reassured him.

"Oh thank Thor," he sighed.

"Though if my daughter was making it, it would probably be on fire," she added as Astrid glared at her. Glancing from mother to daughter, Hiccup's brows dipped.

"Um…are you saying there is something the fabulous Astrid Hofferson isn't brilliant at?" he asked carefully. "I mean she's smart, athletic, sassy, beautiful, acts like a professional. swings an axe like a Valkyrie…"

"Cooks like a muttonhead," Ingrid laughed.

"Mom!" Astrid admonished her. Ingrid winked at her and swooped forward, wrapping a one-armed hug around her daughter.

"My love-you are a daughter anyone would be proud of but please-could you explain what happened with your lemon drizzle cake at Aunt Rodinia's birthday?" The blonde huffed and then sighed.

"It looked like a lovely sponge," Astrid admitted. "And I'm sure I followed the recipe. But it went a bit heavy and solid when it was baked and then when I put the lemon drizzle over it, it sort of melted and congealed into lava…" Emerald eyes widened at her downcast voice and then Hiccup smothered a chuckle. Astrid glared at him. "What was that?"

"Nothing…" he managed in a strangled voice. "Sounds….delicious…" Ingrid was grinning as Astrid gave a sigh.

"It really wasn't…" she admitted. "I had put too much baking powder in it and far too much salt and it tasted evil. It probably counted as a chemical weapon…"

"Definitely," Ingrid put in.

"And my poor Aunt bravely ate a huge piece-and ended up in the ER straight afterwards, having her stomach pumped," Astrid confessed.

"I can cook," Hiccup told her generously. "You-you don't have to be good at everything. You and I both know the everyone needs help sometimes. I can cook the cakes and you can be fabulous at everything else…" Looking closely at him, Ingrid realised there was no artifice in his voice or manner: he genuinely cared for her. She refilled their glasses of soda and checked the vegetables on the hob before sitting down, sipping her green tea.

"About five minutes," she said. "Hiccup-is Astrid your first girlfriend?" Her daughter blinked.

"Wow!" Astrid said. "Not at all awkward, Mom!" Shifting very self-consciously in his seat, Hiccup blushed fiercely and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Um…no," he admitted as Astrid swung to stare at him. "It's not what you think though. It was when I was about five? Yeah, five. My Dad was good friends with Bertha Bogby, the Senior Minister of Bog Island and she had a daughter, Camilla…though she preferred being called Camicazi, or just Cami. She was everything I wasn't…bold, outgoing, decisive…and we were inseparable. Boy, she got me into some terrible scrapes and I was always the one who ended up in trouble. I think my Dad wondered if I had gone mad…but in truth, it was Cami…though she always managed to manipulate me into helping her. And she did always help me out with what ever punishment Dad set me…"

There was an inflection in his voice that had Astrid concerned, wondering what would happen if she turned up again…but his next words reassured her.

"It all ended when I was about six, nearly seven. They moved back to Bog and Cami went to Boarding School. We drifted apart…though she still writes sometimes. And don't worry-she's got a girlfriend, Hertha, and apparently they are planning to travel the world after graduation." He gave a wan smile. "It was a very brief thing. We held hands only. I don't think she even ever kissed me! And even then she was eyeing up the other girls…she's a friend friend…nothing more…" His emerald eyes fixed on hers. "You are the only girl I ever think of…or have kissed..."

"Quite right too," she murmured. "And for the record, you are my first boyfriend." He blushed fiercely.

"Oh Thor…." he managed as she squeezed his hand.

"Young love," Ingrid murmured, inspecting him again. He had been very honest and against her own preconceptions, she found herself liking the young man. "Now, I hope you're hungry because I don't want to see any waste!"

"No, Mrs Hofferson," Hiccup said quickly as Astrid rose to help her mother. Ingrid handed her the vegetables to drain and leaned close.

"I approve," she said with a smile. "You're right-he's a nice guy. Now let's try not to poison him…" Astrid handed the colander to her mother.

"Over to you, Mom," she sassed. "I'd probably dust them in arsenic by accident!" Ingrid watched her slide into the seat by Hiccup and take his hand once more, leaning close to murmur a question and seeing the boy smile at her words.

"I think my daughter is in safe hands," she murmured as she began to carve the yak roast.

[harrypanther]

Face Value Chapter Eighteen

EIGHTEEN:

It took some time for things to start to settle down once more. Back in classes, there had been looks and whispers but somehow, they had lost their power because Hiccup and Astrid knew that the people driving the lies had been exposed and that the truth would come out soon enough. They had texted Fishlegs and he had promised to ensure that Gustav's video was up front and centre on BerkBook and that every student would be sent a link. And by lunchtime, everyone had seen the video and the simple couple of sentences below that had completely exploded Atali's campaign against Astrid and Hiccup and any lingering suspicion of any guilt on Hiccup's part. But there were still clusters of students at lunch, whispering and staring at their phones and casting glances at Hiccup as he tried to have lunch.

"I will be glad when this day is over," Hiccup murmured, glancing over at a knot of Sophomore girls who were talking excitedly and pointing at Astrid. She sighed.

"You know, a couple of weeks ago, I was invisible. Nobody," she told him, sipping her soda. "And honestly? I hated it. I resented being treated like nothing when I know I have as much worth, as much value as everyone else. And that the words of a few spoilt, selfish girls condemned me to being a pariah. But now…it would be so much better to be invisible and not have to put up with all these looks." Hesitantly, he touched her hand, his skin warm and gentle.

"I agree," he said honestly. "These last few days have been like Helheim. I-I don't think I could have gone on without you." Her hand closed around his and she gave a wan smile.

"Well, at least they finally know the truth," she sighed as the others arrived. Heather sat on her other side with Fishlegs opposite Hiccup, Ruff opposite Astrid and Tuff opposite Heather. Dagur sat at the end of the table by Heather, glancing around at the canteen.

"Some of them still won't believe it," he said, munching his hot dog. "People idolise Atali and Snotlout and even though they have both done terrible things, there are still those who will worship them."

"You're right," Heather conceded. "Though she never came back from the Principal's Office, by the way."

"You think she's still locked up in there?" Tuff asked with a wry grin. "Though I would expect Principal Queen to send for SWAT to rescue her. Can you imagine being trapped with Atali? Your brain would melt from boredom!"

"Hey-we used to spend weekends and evenings with her!" Ruff protested as Tuff almost fell off his chair with laughter at her expression, recalling her complaints when she had returned home.

"And though some of it was fun, a lot of it wasn't," Heather commented. "You know, the longer I spend not being in her clique, the more I wonder why I wanted to be! It's a sort of collective madness that you want to be in with the Queen Bee and become blind to the fact that she is the most boring, dull, opinionated, bigoted, selfish, shallow girl on the planet!"

"It's true," Ruff sighed, carefully stretching an orange gummy worm. "You told yourself it was all reasonable and part of being in with the populars but there were moments when you just felt uncomfortable and wondered what Realm she was really from. And she was so cruel and dismissive about other people: there really was no humanity or kindness in her at all."

"No one could say that about either of you," Fishlegs piped up kindly. "You both came through for Astrid when she needed it." Heather nudged her friend with a wry smile.

"In her time in the group, she reminded us what it was like to be a decent person, rather than a selfish snide bitch," she said as Astrid blushed.

"I was pretending as much as everyone," she admitted. "I just couldn't bring myself to be mean to other people. My parents taught me better than that." Ruff groaned and rested her face on the table.

"So did mine-I just ignored it," she admitted.

"Except you never let anyone get away with dissing Tuff," Heather reminded her. "You remember that Freshman, Tiffany?" Ruff looked up, peeled the gummy worm off her forehead amd began to carefully stretch it again.

"Yeah-she called Tuff an alien weirdo," Ruff nodded. Then she grinned at the memory.

"And you persuaded her that you had this amazing hair conditioner," Heather chuckled. "Her hair ended up a combination of pink and green. I think she had to shave it off and wear a wig because you also included so much hydrogen peroxide it was breaking off in clumps…" Tuff high-fived his sister.

"The full Loki," he sighed. "I'm proud of you." Then all their phones beeped. Hiccup peered at his screen.

"Atali and Mindy have been suspended for two weeks for their behaviour," he read. "Atali is furious and is blaming everyone-including Lord Odin, apparently-everyone except herself." Astrid craned her neck and glanced over at the table Thora and Kari were keeping for their two remaining leaders-and found herself smiling slightly. Eret and Thuggory were looking bored by the two gushing Juniors and she could guess that the two jocks would dump the 'babies' as soon as they got the news.

"So you realise that the whole of Atali's little group has fallen apart?" she murmured. "Your masterplan is working, Sasscup." Hiccup glanced over and his eyes were thoughtful as he watched Ruff and Tuff sneak off the hide the metre-long gummy worm in Thora's locker, since she had a phobia of snakes.

"Thor, I'm not sure I'll survive any more of this masterplan," he admitted. "I mean I've been beaten up, shoved down the stairs and completely ostracised over the last week. Any more and I'll be in the next bed to Snot-and that really would finish me off!"

"But it was your masterplan," Fishlegs pointed out.

"And if I plan anything again, please lock me up until I regain my sanity," Hiccup told him sassily. Astrid pecked a kiss on his cheek.

"Never you fear," she reassured him. "And now we have to show the others that posing and being mean to other people isn't the only way to behave."

oOo

Things settled over the next couple of days and Atali's video appeal was taken down from BerkBook-though not before Fishlegs had copied it and everything associated with the bullying incident. Hiccup started feeling better now that the whispers and murmurs vanished but he remained a little on edge, alert for any elbows or carelessly stuck-out legs. Gustav had his tutoring scheduled and found the older boy grateful and patient with the exuberant Junior, finally managing to get some knowledge to stick in his brain. The others also offered tutoring and had several enquires.

As Astrid had predicted, Thora and Kari were blanked by Eret and Thuggory and found themselves firmly put in their place when they tried to assume the role of Queen Bee in Atali's absence. Astrid and her friends continued to come in together and found a lot of the less forward students and many of the seniors looking to them for guidance. So they helped where they could, offering advice and guidance where asked but never pushing their opinion on others unless requested. Ruff found herself a fashion and make-up Guru while Heather was shyly approached by a number of younger girls and found that her style and kindness were appreciated by people who would never have imagined they could speak to Atali.

Come Thursday, school had settled and Astrid had persuaded Hiccup that she and Finn could give him a lift that afternoon. He was exempted Phys Ed due to his injuries and had spent those lessons int he Library, catching up with the work he had missed during his time off with concussion but he was very grateful when a warm-looking Astrid plopped into the seat opposite him, rolling her eyes as she rested her bag down and pulled out her water bottle for a quick drink.

"Tough lesson?" he murmured as she nodded.

"Dodgeball," she grumbled, pushing her sweaty bangs off of her face. "I wouldn't mind but Thug and Eret were on the opposing team so they spent the entire time hitting me with balls. Including two to the face." Eyebrows dipping, her looked at her more closely and saw the faint bruise on her cheek. He sighed and shook his head.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. Blue eyes flicked up to inspect his face.

"Why?" she asked. "You didn't do anything…"

"Yeah," he said self-consciously. "That was the problem. If I had been there, they would probably had targeted me instead…" She sighed.

"Don't beat yourself up, Haddock," she told him.

"Nope-got plenty of people lining up to do that for me-Hoffy," he replied. She swatted his shoulder irritably. "Including my girlfriend, apparently."

"You can't blame yourself for everything, Babe," she reminded him. "They choose to be assholes because they're assholes. They both got laps of the Football field for deliberately targeting me-in the rain-when I was out of play though." Then she determinedly screwed the top back on her water. "Come on. We have somewhere to go." Hiccup frowned.

"Um…where?" he asked warily as she rose and offered him her hand.

"Finn has it all planned," she told him with a grin. He grasped her hand and rose.

"I trust you," he said and rammed his books into his bag, then followed her. Finn was waiting, his face lit by a broad grin.

"Ah-my favourite Viking and Valkyrie," he greeted them, offering his hand to Hiccup. Automatically, Hiccup shook it and then rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously as the car pulled away.

"Um…I think that may be my Dad," he confessed. Finn chuckled.

"He is definitely not my favourite Valkyrie," he corrected the auburn-haired teen.

"Probably the best Viking though," Hiccup suggested. Finn glanced over at Astrid.

"I think…you may be my niece's favourite Viking though," he admitted. "So she wants to spend a little more time with you…as her Viking." Hiccup's eyes widened.

"Um…what?" he asked in concern as the bluff man burst out laughing.

"Don't worry, Hiccup," he guffawed. "Nothing bad. Or illegal. Dane and Bernard are desperate that they have a little bit more of Astrid-and you-in the movie."

"Me?" he gasped, staring wildly from Finn to Astrid. She was giggling and he was grinning at his discomposure.

"The scene you and Astrid did in the battle was so sweet and so touching that they wanted a coda," Finn explained. "When the Valkyrie saved you and you then saved her…there was this look between you that just sizzled."

"Sizzled?" Hiccup asked faintly. "I'm sure that's not right. I didn't sizzle. I've never sizzled in my life. I'm kind of scrawny and auburn and freckly. That doesn't sizzle. Ever."

"Really?" Astrid smirked. "Because you're pretty hot and half of the Freshmen think you're scorching, Babe…"

"And there is no way I am scorching," Hiccup argued. "Lukewarm. Maybe room temperature…"

"Hot, hot, hot…" she smiled and winked. "I think you are definitely a sizzler."

"Dear Thor…" Hiccup murmured. Still chuckling, Finn watched them.

"And it's that chemistry that is what shines through," he told them. "Dane and Bernard saw it. So the last scene…that will be embedded among the credits…is the young Viking, back on his farm…when the beautiful Valkyrie comes back to stay." Hiccup's eyes widened.

"What?"

"Yup," Astrid confirmed. "Once the Son of Thor is restored, the Valkyrie chooses her fate…you."

"She's doomed," Hiccup said wryly. Finn burst out laughing.

"I really like you, Hiccup," he commented. "Are you willing to do this?"

"It completes Astrid's story, doesn't it?" he realised, his hand gently brushing hers. The Producer nodded.

"Only if you're feeling up to it," Finn added. "You've been in the wars, I hear-and see." Hiccup gently touched the bruise on his forehead and nodded.

"It's fine, sir," he said. "Though this may be a nuisance for the movie?" But Finn chuckled again.

"The make-up department will have no problem covering that up," he assured the young man. "Now let me take you through what we're going to be doing…"

By the time they arrived at the set, Hiccup was anxious. He actually had the coda scene with the Valkyrie to go through and then a few shots of him watching her fly away to be inserted in the end of the battle scene. Timothy was waiting when they landed and eagerly led the pair through to the wardrobe trailer and make-up and by the time Astrid emerged as the gorgeous Valkyrie once more, Hiccup was almost ready. She leaned forward and pecked a kiss on his cheek-to the tutting of the make-up artiste-and then dashed off to film a small scene with Dane that would precede her decision to join the Viking. By the time he emerged, Astrid had rehearsed and Hiccup stood back and watched, standing by Finn as Dane as Thor thanked her for her aid-and told her that she should follow her heart-as he was following his in loving Sif Goldenhair. Quietly, she gave a small smile, nodded once and turned away, striding off to go to him and settle on Midgard.

Once Bernard had yelled cut, Dane came over as they set up again for a second take. He instantly offered Hiccup his hand.

"I am so glad that you agreed," he said warmly. "Ever since Astrid became our Valkyrie, I have wanted to complete her story. She's been absolutely amazing and for her to have her happy ending will just mirror the end of the story for the Son of Thor…" Hiccup smiled and bowed his head.

"Um…as long as I don't mess it up for you," he said self-consciously but Dane roared with laughter.

"You are the perfect Viking," he said and wrapped a reassuring arm around his shoulders. "Look, Hiccup-you have the most amazing chemistry with Astrid and that shines through on the screen. Why do you think we made you reshoot your battle scenes together several times? We wanted plenty of footage to intercut with the other parts of the battle as a juxtaposition to the bloodshed and the central storyline." Hiccup managed a small smile.

"You know-I am very grateful," he said. "But really I'm only here for Astrid. I really would do anything for her."

"Word has it you already have," Dane told him conspiratorially. "Including saving her from a complete slime at a dance. And getting into a brawl."

"Or two-and she has saved me as well," Hiccup confessed, stealing a glance at the beautiful shape. "Do you think people will want her to act again after this?"

"For sure-if she wants it," Dane told him. "She has real presence, she's a natural and she is a hard worker. Good memory as well." And then he glanced at the younger man and stared into the emerald eyes. "And she is clearly very fond of you. I don't think she'll vanish to Hollywood and leave you, Hiccup. She seems far too sensible for that!" Hiccup sighed.

"She is too sensible but why would you want to stay in Berk when you could go to become a movie star?" he asked.

"Because maybe one in a hundred or fewer make it," Dane told him simply. "And not everyone seeks the limelight. Many people prefer a normal life…"

"Are you trying to get rid of me, Haddock?" Astrid asked him, smiling at his worried face. Eyes widening in surprise, Hiccup shook his head urgently.

"Not at all, Hoffy," he replied sassily. "But this means you actually have an arc, not just a one-off scene." She took his hand.

"Babe-I only want you," she smiled. "And you realise you have an arc as well…"

"I may have to go in hiding from my Uncle and Cousin then," he sighed. Pecking a kiss on his cheek, she stepped back as they set up again for her scene. In the meantime, the assistant director, Derek, took Hiccup aside and they began to run through his scene. As soon as Astrid was finished, they were ready to set up for Hiccup's scene and he moved to stand by the simple Viking house that was his, hoeing the stony ground and glancing to the grey cloudy Berkian skies. Then he froze and his eyes widened as he was supposed to be watching the CGI Astrid ride in on her winged horse and land. They cut and he repeated the scene four times before they moved to the final part. Hiccup stood still as the young woman in her magnificent outfit walked in, her axe slung across her back. She smiled as she walked to him.

"I thought I'd find you here," she said calmly as he nodded, giving a small smile.

"It's where I belong," he admitted. She caught his hand, her strong grip wrapping around his.

"And I belong with you," she told him.

"But you have Asgard, Valhalla…the stars at your feet," he told her. "I'm just no one."

"To me you are everything," Astrid said with such sincerity he felt his breath freeze in his throat. "And the stars are nothing unless you have a man you love to share them with." She paused. "Unless…you don't want me?" And then it took no acting to walk forward, tenderly grasping her face in his hands and kissing her for all he was worth.

"CUT!" Bernard shouted but the couple carried on kissing, to whoops from the crew. "CUT! CUT! Can someone throw some cold water over them please?" Dane and Finn were roaring with laughter and high-fiving as the couple broke apart, staring dopily into each other's eyes.

"What was wrong with that?" Dane asked as Bernard grinned.

"Nothing…I just always wanted to do that," he admitted and then he looked around the set. "And that's a wrap, everyone. Well done!"

Astrid looked up, her eyes suddenly concerned.

"So that's the shoot finished?" she asked, turning to Finn who was shaking hands and congratulating his crew. He nodded and turned to face her, taking her hands.

"Yes, Principal photography is completed-but that doesn't mean I'm vanishing," he reassured her immediately. "I only just got my family back so I'm not about to run away any time soon. In fact, editing and post production are being done here in Fearless Productions' facilities here on Berk and we'll be getting a few publicity shots of you as well as the Valkyrie. In fact, I intend to work more sensible days and be there for you both!" Grinning, Astrid hugged him.

"Thanks, Uncle Finn," she said, tears in her eyes. "For everything."

oOo

Hiccup found himself included in the final photos of the crew and he and Astrid took more photos with Dane, Bernard, Finn and even Timothy before they changed back into their normal clothes. Finn had arranged for his car to take them back and promised he would be home in time for dinner-at Ingrid's insistence and the teens had gotten into the limousine with a pang of regret, knowing this was the last time. It had been a magical, special secret experience and both guessed they would never have the chance again. But Hiccup sat back in relief with Astrid leaning her head on his shoulder as they smoothly drove away from the set and headed back towards town.

"That was…unexpected," he murmured.

"I thought you deserved it after everything you've been through," she admitted. "So when Finn suggested it, I thought it would be a surprise."

"That's the truth," he admitted. She lifted her head and looked into his face.

"You okay?" she asked softly, her grip on his hand tightening reassuringly. He nodded.

"I've had a terrible week but spending any time with you makes it more than worth it, " he explained. "And I got to kiss Astrid Hofferson, my beautiful Valkyrie, in front of literally several people…"

"And maybe millions more when the film is screened," she pointed out. He blushed.

"I'd forgotten that," he mumbled. "But hey-maybe they'll decide not to have the scene in after all…"

"Can't see that happening," she told him, closing her eyes and resting her head on his shoulder once more. "Lots of films have scenes amid the credits…maybe a coda or a little plot point for the next part of the series…" Hiccup sighed.

"I guess so," he conceded. "Though maybe most of them will have run for the bathrooms before that point…" She chuckled.

"You ashamed to be seen with me, Mr Sizzler?" she teased him.

"What? Not a chance. I am completely and utterly mind-blown to be seen anywhere with my beautiful and sassy girlfriend…but are you happy to be seen with me…especially when you seem set for stardom…?" he asked gently.

"I just want a normal life with my friends and family and fabulous boyfriend…" she admitted. "I want my Prom and Graduation and then College-preferably with you. I've had more than my fair share of exciting happenings and now just want to be normal."

"You are not normal…nor ordinary," he murmured. "You are extraordinary…in everything you do and everything you are…"

"I was going to say the same about you," she told him. "You're smart, brave, compassionate, sassy, hot…"

"Still lukewarm," he told her with a smirk in his voice.

"Hot," she cut in firmly. "By the way-do you have anything planned for tomorrow night?"

"Let me check my busy film star diary," he teased her gently. "Well, mentally reviewing the acres of blank page, I would say…nothing I can't cancel. Why?"

"Because my Mom wants to meet you," she told him as he stiffened. "She tried to pop round while you were in hospital but you were asleep and when she saw how battered you looked, she didn't have the heart to stress you out then."

"But now it's okay?' he asked her in an amused voice. She looked into his face.

"It means a lot, Hiccup," she said softly. "Please?" He pecked a kiss on her cheek.

"For you, Milady-anything," he said honestly. "Though I may try to wear my kevlar underwear…"

"You have kevlar underwear?" she asked him in surprise.

"Maybe…after having Tuff as my friend for any length of time-and I definitely know where to source some," he told her with a grin. "I mean, my Dad and Gobber have already given me 'the Talk' twice just in case I had recovered from the embarrassment the first time to make sure I don't end up causing any unexpected grandbabies. And I am certain your Mom will eye me like some spawn of the devil as well…"

"Possibly…" Astrid admitted. "But you are my boyfriend and you really haven't done anything inappropriate. I've forgiven you for everything-and you've forgiven me. You have the Finn Hofferson stamp of approval and I've met your Dad and…Gobber. So I really want you to get on with Mom…" He wrapped his arms around her in a hug.

"Then I would be delighted to come round and officially meet your Mom," he said with a smile. "Thor help me."

[harrypanther]

Face Value Chapter Seventeen

SEVENTEEN

"I'm worried about him, Gobber," Stoick said as he poured hot water into his friend's mug. Gobber had come round to watch the game but the sombre mood had permeated the house so that even the sight of Berk Vikings smashing the Meathead Marauders and their vicious Quarterback, Sjur 'the Skullcrusher' Mickelsen being stretchered off with at least two broken limbs hadn't cheered them up. "He seems…broken." Gobber sipped his steaming coffee, adding another four sugars to the pre-existing three and gave a happy sigh.

"Ah-that hits the spot," he murmured. "Mebbe he's just still feeling under the weather…" Stoick sat down heavily, the reinforced chair creaking alarmingly under his considerable weight.

"I don't think so," he murmured. "After the fire, when he lost his leg, I was really worried. It was a terrible blow for a young man with his whole life ahead of him-but he coped with it stoically."

"Aye-to his Dad," Gobber noted sagely. "But to ole' Gobber, he was able to share his hopes and fears, his instability and his phantom pains. And all those questions. Though the ones about sex had me blushing…"

"Gobber!" Stoick said, his face appalled…and then he looked stricken. "He talked to you about those when he just told me he was alright? Why?" Gobber sighed and tapped his prosthetic hand on the table, the weird thud unnerving.

"He's a sensitive lad," he murmured. "And yuir not the most empathetic of fathers, Stoick." The larger man's eyes widened.

"I…" he mumbled and then he sighed. "Val was the one who connected with the boy," he admitted. "She always seemed to know what she was thinking. I-I always put my foot in it."

"Better not say that to the boy-he'll feel worse," Gobber pointed out knowingly. Stoick sat back and groaned.

"See?" he sighed. "I thought he was alright…"

"Stoick, the lad loves ye dearly and ye have been all he's had since his Mom died," Gobber reminded his friend. "But he knows ye wanted a bold, brave son so he wouldn't want tae burden yer with his troubles. So when he lost his leg, he put his best face on and did everything he could to push on as ye would expect."

"Except he was suffering," Stoick sighed.

"Tae be fair, ye were away a lot and I got tae spend a lot of time with the laddie," Gobber explained. "And don't beat yourself up over it because ye had to do what ye did tae earn a living for ye both. Hiccup understood. And he understands-though I suspect he'll be happier now yuir at home more."

"I'm the worst father ever," Stoick sighed. Gobber sipped his coffee and absently added another couple of teaspoons of sugar.

"Except ye noted he was down," he said.

"His friends have visited every day, especially that lass of his-but he seems no happier," Stoick murmured. "And she has spent all her time with him. Yet he remains in his room, he barely eats and he is almost monosyllabic. He only comes out to toilet Toothless and walk the dog in the yard." Gobber sipped his coffee and gagged.

"How many sugars did you put in this?" he asked in an outraged voice. Raising an eyebrow, Stoick inspected his friend.

"Three-just as you made me promise," Stoick sighed. "You know you added seven more after you got the drink?" Gobber scowled and then sipped his coffee again.

"It's na bad," he commented and took another long pull. "Look, ye know that Spitelout burst in and accused Hiccup of deliberately harming his cousin. Ye know how he took that-because the knowledge he had hurt someone badly, even by accident, would really trouble Hiccup." Stoick nodded.

"He was raised to be a good man," he admitted. "But his cousin and uncle are anything but. Do you think they have contacted him?"

"That Spitelout is like a wolf-and he'll go for the kill like one," Gobber condemned, draining his cup. "That was a fine cup, Stoick!" The flame-haired man raised an eyebrow.

"Really? How could taste the coffee amid all that sugar?" he asked dryly. Gobber rested his cup down.

"I'll have ye know my palate is as discerning as any in Berk," he replied proudly.

"Low bar," Stoick murmured. "You think that Hiccup is being threatened by Spitelout?" Gobber looked up, his blue eyes wary.

"It's possible-but only you can find out," he sighed. "The lad will open up to you. I think you're the only one he can trust." Rising, Stoick rested his mug on the table.

"That's another thing," he sighed. "School tomorrow-and the doctors have forbidden him from driving for two weeks. We've taken away his independence and that means he has to rely on you or me to fetch him from school. He can't leave when he wants."

"Which he may want to," Gobber admitted. Stoick smiled.

"I hope he understands that I am proud of him, that I love him," he murmured. "And because I believe in him. I believe in the man he is becoming. The man he is."

"So do we all," Gobber sighed and rose, heading for the kettle. "You go tell him that for a start and see what he says, Stoick. I'll mek ye another one while you talk to the laddie." Nodding, Stoick walked up the stairs to Hiccup's room and gently knocked on the door. There was a pause before Hiccup absently asked him to come in-but the young man was slumped on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his arm flung across his face. But when he saw his father, he sat up, his face alarmed as Stoick gently sat on the edge of the bed and rested a hand on Hiccup's hunched shoulder. Close to, Hiccup still looked very pale, the huge bruise on his forehead obvious. And his emerald eyes were unhappy and wary.

"Hey Dad," he murmured as his father pulled him close.

"Son," he murmured. "It's okay. I am here. And while you have me, nothing will hurt you."

But Hiccup just bowed his head.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I've let you down. I'm not the son you wanted…" Stoick pulled the young man into a warm, powerful embrace, feeling Hiccup relax against him.

"Son, no father could be more proud than I of the man you are," he murmured, feeling Hiccup's arms wind around him. "I know much is upsetting you. And I know your friends have been keeping you company. Please trust me as well and let me protect my son." Closing his eyes, Hiccup allowed himself to feel protected and wrapped in his father's embrace and slowly, his despondency lessened. Stoick sighed. "Tell me what's upsetting my son."

oOo

Arriving at school on Monday was different, because his father dropped him off, as he hadn't since he was a young Freshman. His bruises were evident and as he walked in through the doors, a silence fell over the students. Every eye fell on him and he felt himself almost cringe before forcing himself to walk slowly up the hall, the students parting to let him through, though a breeze of whispers followed him.

"Bastard."

"Liar."

"Murderer."

"Thief."

"Cripple."

"Useless."

"Why don't you leave?"

"Why don't you die?"

"Go kill yourself!"

He put his head down and walked through, being jostled by a few daring students until he reached the back. An elbow jabbed at his side and he stumbled, resting a hand against the wall before made his way up the little flight of four stairs to his locker. And then he wearily opened the door.

"Hey!" The voice was like an angel and he looked up to see Astrid's bright blue eyes, concerned as she saw his drooping shape. He managed to raise a wan smile.

"Milady," he greeted her. "I have never been so glad to see you in my life."

"Bold words, Haddock," she told him with a smile.

"Hey-mine was nice," he pointed out. "Unless you want to be called Hoffy?"

"Okay Babe," she smirked and walked close, pecking a kiss on his cheek. "You looked like you could do with an urgent friend."

"Or even a non-urgent one," he admitted. She rested her hand on his, staring into his eyes.

"You okay?" she murmured.

"I've changed my email address and disabled my Berkbook page,' he murmured. "I'll send you the new email in case you need it." She smiled gently.

"I've got everything I need in front of me," she told him as he felt his heart flutter.

"So cheesy?" he suggested as she smiled.

"You have this effect on me," she admitted. "But I wouldn't have it any other way…"

"Much as I hate to break this up, Mr Haddock has an appointment with Principal Queen," Mr Grimborn said sarcastically, appearing around the corner. Hiccup visibly tensed.

"I-I have, sir?" he managed as Astrid glanced from the teacher to the alarmed Hiccup. Grimborn nodded.

"I regret so," he said. "You know the way." And he turned away as Hiccup lost all his colour.

"Oh Thor," he breathed.

"Babe? Are you feeling okay?" Astrid asked, concerned. He shook his head.

"She's heard," he breathed. "And she's going to suspend or expel me. Snotlout is going to steal my High School Diploma from me and Prom and Graduation and-and everything…" But she took his hands.

"No," she said firmly. "I am coming with you. And I will fight to stop this farce stealing anything more from you!" Taking a small breath, he smiled, feeling the butterflies in his stomach recede a little.

"Then I am in safe hands with Valkyrie Astrid on my side," he sighed as he slammed his locker door closed and headed off with her at his side.

oOo

The students watched them divert off along the passage towards the Principal's Office and immediately, conversations started breaking out. Most of the chat was that Hiccup was going to be suspended or expelled for his 'attack' on Snotlout. Few people even bothered to recall that he had fallen down the stairs, merely repeating the line that Hiccup had been the one making the push on poor innocent Snotlout.

In a knot of Juniors, a skinny awkward raven-haired boy looked up uneasily. Gustav Larson knew that Snotlout wasn't innocent and knew he wasn't blameless either. As a fan of the jock, he had been devastated when the stocky Quarterback had been revealed as a bully, when he had spectacularly shown his true colours on the video. But everyone was acting almost as if that hadn't happened-when the whole thing was filmed-and instead they were all believing Snot and Atali's versions of the fall. Atali and Mindy hadn't been there-and neither were any of the jocks. In fact, Snotlout shouldn't have been there either-a fact which troubled Gustav and apparently, no one else. Why would Snotlout be all the way at the top of the school, the full length of the building from where he was meant to be, just in time to be pushed down the stairs by Hiccup? It didn't make any sense.

"So what do you think will happen to Hiccup?" he asked his friend, Bottfly. The boy was awkward, bug-eyed and rather rotund but he shrugged, inspecting his phone. Another friend, Frode (or Fanghook) Dagonby, looked up.

"He'll probably be suspended," he said. "I heard Snot's Dad put in an official complaint, demanding he was kicked out."

"But that's not fair," Gustav protested. "Snotlout can still Graduate and get a Diploma. Why should Hiccup have to lose his?" The other two looked at him as if he had suggested an inappropriate act with a chicken.

"Are you serious, man?" Fanghook asked him. "He injured Snot and lost him his frickin' career! He took his future away! It's only fair that he has the same done to him."

"Yeah-that's called Justice," Bottfly added superiorly. "I can see why you were looking for tutoring." Gustav nodded unhappily. He had requested Hiccup to tutor him on History, Math and Politics/Modern Government because he knew the auburn-haired Senior was pretty much the smartest person in the school and he had always been very patient whenever any more junior student had informally approached him for help.

Funny, Gustav thought to himself. How no one remembers that but they all jump on the bandwagon for something which isn't true. Which I know isn't true. He heard the bell ring and slammed his locker, then unconsciously patted the phone in his pocket. His friends headed for their first class but he paused. Fanghook looked back.

"You okay?" he asked. "You'll be late!" But Gustav shook his head.

"I got something I have to do first!" he said and dashed off. Bottfly shook his head.

"I swear he gets dopier by the day," he murmured and scampered off to his first lesson.

oOo

Hiccup was bouncing his intact leg out of sheer nervousness as they sat outside the Principal's Office, his mind in turmoil. Every second since he had toppled down the stairs had been a nightmare, his life collapsing and now he feared that he would lose his schooling on top of everything else. And he cursed himself, the Gods, everything that he couldn't recall exactly what had happened so he could clear his name.

Astrid took his hand and slid her fingers between his, the contact reassuring him a fraction. Her presence, her insistence on coming with him had at least made him not feel so alone-but the walk into school had been horrible and he had almost turned round. Except he couldn't because he would have been forced to call his Dad to come back and pick him up-and he couldn't bring himself to heap that humiliation on top of everything else. His Dad would push on through this and he knew in his heart that Stoick would expect him to-even though he had been so kind and reassuring the previous evening. Hiccup hadn't told his father what he was going through-how could he? How could he shame his father by letting him know what people actually thought of his only child? That he was the most despised and hated student in the history of Berk High?

"Hiccup? Would you come in?"

He started, for he had drifted off into a reverie and the tall shape of Principal Queen had appeared at the door, inviting him in. He glanced over to Astrid and seeing the look in his eyes, she had nodded.

"Astrid may come in as well, if she wishes," she conceded.

"I do wish," Astrid had replied firmly and got to her feet, helping Hiccup up. She could feel him trembling through the grip on her hand which had tightened at the appearance of the Principal. And then they walked into the office.

Principal Mala Queen's office was a calm space, the walls a pale blue with certificates displayed on one wall. Her desk was a modern steel and glass design and two comfortable leather chairs were placed opposite, which the two teens anxiously sat in. The woman swept her cool green gaze over the two nervous students, her calm face serious. She was dressed in a black blouse and pencil skirt, always professional and she leaned forward, clasping her hands on the blotter in front of her.

"I have a problem," she said without preamble. "And it relates to the incident last week."

"Um…which one?" Hiccup asked quietly. She blinked, for she had forgotten that there had been an earlier incident. She sighed, mentally reviewing the two incidents. Put together, the picture could look even worse for Hiccup if you believed the Jorgensens.

"Your fall," she explained. The young man gulped.

"I-I really can't recall anything," he explained hastily. "I mean I have tried and tried. I wracked my brain all weekend and it's just…blank…"

"I believe that is not uncommon after a head injury," the Principal assured him calmly.

"I saw everything," Astrid put in as the Principal stared at her. "Please, Principal Queen-whatever Snot is saying is false!"

"He claims he was deliberately pushed down the stairs by Hiccup, leading to a career-ending injury," the Principal told her evenly. "His father is insisting that I expel Hiccup for the 'attack'…"

"That's ridiculous!" Astrid exploded. "There was no attack! Snotlout shoved Hiccup and as he fell, Hiccup grabbed at anything to stop his fall-and as Snotlout was closest, he caught him and they both went down."

"I'm afraid that makes no sense," the Principal commented. "It is no secret that Simon loathed his cousin-the unsavoury video of his assault on Hiccup was proof of that. So why would he be there at all unless he was lured there by Hiccup?"

"He said…I don't need anything off you, Useless-especially not you trying to protect me!" Astrid replied, frowning as she recalled the words. The image had flashed back to her so many times since Hiccup had fallen, seeing it in slow motion, hearing the thud as his head hit the rail and his limp, unconscious body sprawling across the steps.

"And what might Simon mean by that?" the Principal asked.

"The guys were getting a lot of abuse on Berkbook," Hiccup replied tonelessly. "Trolling. Some of the things were hateful. So Fish and I made an appeal for people to treat them fairly and not be so cruel to them." He shrugged. "Yeah, that really worked…"

"And you suspect that your cousin may have been enraged that the person he bullied was still trying to help him?" the Principal asked pointedly as Astrid stared at him. He hadn't shared the revelation with her. He sighed.

"I honestly can't remember," he reminded her. "But ask Fish. The appeal is up there on the website for all to see. It was ten minutes before the start of class…"

"Enough time for Snot to sprint up to Geography to confront Hiccup," Astrid pointed out firmly.

"Principal Queen-is there any video footage from the hall cameras?" Hiccup asked quietly. She nodded and shrugged.

"It isn't especially helpful," she admitted, turning her computer screen round and clicking on a link. It was clear that she had been reviewing it prior to the meeting. The two teens watched as the angle showed the students walking up the stairs, the shape of Snotlout waiting, lurking at the top. Hiccup walked slowly up, the throng of students scurrying round his thoughtful shape. And then, when he got to the top and started to turn to the right, he suddenly fell backwards, arms failing and grabbing Snotlout. The stocky boy flew off his feet as the fall played out, landing on the stunned shape of Hiccup and then bouncing down the stairs and out of view as Hiccup sprawled unconscious.

"Oh," Hiccup said. He didn't know what to think because the whole time was a blank and seeing himself falling was an unreal experience. But he could see the shape of Astrid standing at the top of the stairs with Heather, both looking horrified and then they ran forward as the Principal froze the clip.

"So you can see, the camera angle doesn't demonstrate the contact or resolve the central question," she explained.

"Though it does show that I couldn't have pushed Snotlout," Hiccup pointed out. "I mean, my cousin's story has changed as this has gone on. First I grabbed him out of a malicious, deliberate attempt to injure him. Now I apparently was the one doing the pushing. Next I'll be after him with a machine gun!" He gestured to the screen. "What I can see is that I fell and I was grabbing for anything to stop my fall. Snotlout was closest. Why was he closest? He hates me and certainly wouldn't be waiting there to give me a big hug! Why was he there at all? He doesn't take Geography-especially not AP Geography."

"And why did he fall so easily unless he was unbalanced anyway-such as if he was leaning forward from shoving Hiccup?" Astrid asked. "Snot is a heavy, powerful guy. He should have been able to save himself and Hiccup under normal circumstances."

Nodding slowly, the Principal stared at the two teens facing her. Both had raised good points for which there was no answer.

"His father is still extremely unhappy that his son was injured and has lost his future career and wants the person responsible to pay for this action," she told them.

"When it was clearly an accident that Hiccup grabbed him?" Astrid asked.

Then there was a knock on the door. Sighing, Principal Queen looked up.

"Come in!" she called. There was a pause. "COME IN!" she called more loudly. The door opened and Gustav's scruffy head poked round.

"Can I come in, Miss Queen?" he asked. "I know something."

"I am pleased to hear that, since you have been at this school for almost three years," she deadpanned. Gustav entered obliviously.

"I saw what happened," he said brashly. The Principal stared at him, her eyes widening. Astrid frowned.

"Couldn't you have come forward sooner?" she asked but the younger boy shrugged.

"Hey-I was seeing all the hating Hiccup was getting and Atali and her gang were all very keen to see him destroyed!" he revealed as the Principal frowned and began to make notes on her blotter. "Especially after she posted that video telling everyone to hate and ignore Hiccup and Astrid! I didn't want to go up against everyone in the school. But it's wrong that Hiccup could get kicked out for something he didn't do."

"Wow. Glad to hear that," the auburn-haired teen said dryly. Gustav sighed.

"You were always the kindest to me, even before you became one-legged," Gustav told him. "And you agreed to tutor me. I'm not the smartest and I need to graduate so I can help Mom keep the house. And I always kind of admired you because you carried on even when you lost your leg and remained the same person. It was everyone else that changed. And I never understood why you had to be treated badly just because something bad happened to you."

"Nor do I," Astrid added. Gustav nodded and then fished his phone out of his pocket.

"I was filming for my VA Project on 'Hall Life' when it all happened," he admitted. "I got everything." Then he thumbed the video on and they all stared as they saw Snotlout waiting, staring at his phone and clearly furious. Then he looked down the stairs as Hiccup walked slowly up, clearly distracted. Shoving his phone in his pocket, Snotlout stepped forward, snarling the exact words Astrid had quoted at his unsuspecting cousin. At the same moment, he leaned forward as Hiccup turned towards his class and gave a huge shove. Taken by surprise, the tall teen toppled backwards and his flailing hand snagged Snotlout's arm as the stocky teen tried to pull back, coming off his feet and flying through the air. The fall was displayed in its entirety, along with Astrid's run forward and the subsequent events.

"How did no one cotton to that you were there?" Astrid asked in surprise.

"No one ever notices me," Gustav sighed. "I'm kind of invisible. But when I heard what was going on, I was kind of scared. But not any more because I saw how horrible everyone was to you today. And you didn't deserve it. So I've uploaded it to BerkBook so everyone can see and judge. I think Fishlegs will make sure everyone sees…" The Principal looked at the younger boy and nodded.

"Thank you, Gustav," she said calmly. "You have prevented a real miscarriage of justice from occurring. And you have highlighted a real problem within this school. Some people-Atali, for example-have been stirring up trouble and leading mass bullying against Hiccup for something that was clearly not his fault. It is also clear that Simon lied about the incident in a malicious attempt to harm Hiccup when Simon himself was the one responsible for the accident in which he was hurt. To push another student down the stairs is a reckless and extremely dangerous prank that cannot go unpunished. And those who have sought to take advantage of this and harm others as a result also have to learn a lesson."

Hiccup looked up, his eyes suddenly bright with relief.

"Thank you-for believing in me," he said. Astrid squeezed his hand.

"Never a doubt, Babe," she murmured.

"And thank you, Gustav," Hiccup said gratefully. "I'll tutor you in whatever you need!" The younger boy gave a huge grin.

"Thanks, Hiccup," he said gratefully. "Can I message you?" The older boy nodded as the Principal smiled.

"I will of course need to speak to Mr Jorgensen and explain that his son has been significantly economical with the truth and in fact, the person who should be facing sanction is Simon, not Hiccup," she said. "And Gustav-I will write to your mother and explain that you have done exceptionally well. You have been very brave and honest in coming forward and helping a fellow student. I will also make a note on your record to reflect your good conduct." The boy grinned even more.

"Really?" he asked and then punched the air. "A-Gustav!" And then he realised where he was. "Sorry,' he mumbled.

"And we're done here," the Principal said, fishing out late slips. She signed them and then handed them to all three students. "And if you experience any more grief, Hiccup-I want you to come to me immediately. I will not tolerate this kind of conduct in my school. It's clear some people have been behaving extremely badly and that is about to change." She leaned forward and pressed the button of the intercom. "Phlegma-can you send for Atali Winger and Mindy Mayder? I need to speak to them urgently."

As they walked out, Hiccup caught Astrid's hand. Gustav glanced over, gave a thumbs-up and ran off the class, leaving the two seniors to have a moment together as Hiccup turned to stare into Astrid's eyes.

"Thank you," he murmured. "For believing in me and never giving up. I know I can deal with anything if I have you." She grinned.

"And bad news for Atali," she said with a certain hint of satisfaction. He grinned.

"When Queen Bees fight, it's to the death," he murmured. "But Atali may just have committed suicide." She stretched up and kissed him.

"She took on the wrong girl," she murmured. "Now maybe, things can get back to normal."