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Hiccup's head was down as he walked straight into the front doors of his home. It was the last day of 7th grade, meaning his bullies were too busy celebrating for the holiday to worry about him.
But that was not what was at the front of his mind, for the next five years left of his school years, he’ll be enrolled in a private school hours away from Berk by plane, which basically screamed freedom in Hiccup’s ears.
Well, that was the plan.
Three years later, what Hiccup thought was just an innocent phone call, changed his life completely.
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Hiccup sat at the edge of his bed, glaring at his bags on the floor like they personally offended him. Toothless moving in between his legs to attempt to cheer him up. He sighed, falling backwards onto his bed. He hated himself for feeling more disappointed in having to return to Berk than upset for his father's current state, but he couldn’t help the unwelcoming feelings when he thought of his life at Berk, and how much resentment he held for the place he was raised in.
A wet tongue on his face broke him out of his thoughts, and suddenly his face was being attacked.
“Okay, okay, Toothle- AUF!” He sat up when a heavy paw landed on his stomach, and the cause of his pain was smiling like nothing was wrong with the world. He glared at the dog, but that only seemed to amuse him more.
The knock on his door brought him back to his situation. “Hiccup?” He heard Gobber’s voice from the opposite. “It’s, eh, time to go boy.” He nodded even though Gobber couldn’t see him, and picked up his bags, Toothless stretching to open the door. He was sometimes grateful for times like this that he taught Toothless that trick, but he regrets the early mornings Toothless would wake him up for food, not because he’s hungry at 5 am in the morning, but Toothless just wants to piss him off.
His butler, Viggo, loaded his bags into the car and honestly the rest of his day was a blur. The plane ride, the ‘Welcome To Berk’ sign at the airport that made him grimace, and the drive back home. When the nostalgic smell of his mothers cooking reached his nose, it hit him, he’s back for good.