(A/N) Here's the next chapter pandamaster97720 and I wrote for you guys and gals. Enjoy!

Hiccup was only two years old. This meant that as he lay on the mat on the floor, his tiny hands gripping little building blocks and a stuffed toy, he was innocent to the conversation his parents had in the next room. The Toddler could hear overwhelmed shouting, and it sometimes made him flinch. He could hear shaking voices, and he wondered if he should go hug his mother's leg like he usually did when she was upset.

Mom and dad were all the way in the kitchen though, and Hiccup couldn't walk. He could hardly crawl a distance like that, and he couldn't see his parents because the big red couch was in the way. He continued listening to mixed voices, recognizing his father's sarcastic tone and mother's giggle when his dad apparently tried to cheer her up. At least mom was happy now.

Hiccup sighed and got up on all fours to crawl to his larger mat on the floor. When he would crawl his left leg hurt and felt heavy. He didn't let this stop him though, and the only signs he showed of pain were occasional grunts. The house cat, Cloudjumper, walked by and the toddler tried to grab it's tail. Fuzzy moving objects were just interesting like that. The cat quickly ran away.

Hiccup grunted as Cloudjumper left, and he quickly shouted after the animal. Do to his lack of concentration, the two year old's crawling quickly began falling. "Oof." The sound escaped the boy's mouth as his head hit the carpet, and he grunted once more with tears stinging his eyes. For a moment he considered screaming out for his mother to come pick him up, but then spotted one of his favorite music toys on the mat he was originally heading too.

Despite the pain in his left leg and now his head, Hiccup quickly got up on all fours again and continued crawling. He reached his mat in the corner of the living room, and lay on his stomach once more with the little ball that clicked and sang in his left hand.

Hiccup shook his ball to make it keep singing to him, but got bored within a minute. He threw the ball to the side with a yell, before he grabbed a plastic star that lit up. Mom and dad began raising their voices again, and the boy cooed with a worried look in his eyes. He moved his head to the side, and sighed as he saw the two grown ups talking with their hands. Hiccup hadn't ever learned how to speak, so he didn't know what they were saying. He recognized the words 'home' and 'love' but couldn't say them himself nor understand their full meanings.

Tired of being left in the dark, Hiccup crawled off his mat and towards the kitchen. Unfortunately, the long baby gate between the arm of the couch and the half way mark of the living room stopped him. Hiccup shouted in annoyance, but neither of his parents heard him. "Gah! Ma!" He tried yelling, attempting to pronounce words but completely failing to. Again, no one heard him over the arguing.

Finally, Hiccup had had enough. He grabbed onto the baby gate, moved his legs out in front of him, and pulled himself up into a standing position. He began tipping to one side since his left leg was abnormally shorter than his right one, but managed to stand on the toes of his left one, leaning to his left and holding the gate's rails for comfort. He could do this.

Hiccup smiled in victory as he realized he was finally standing! The victorious glory quickly vanished though as he remembered the pain in his left leg. It sparked through the limb and up to his spine in one quick moment, earning a scream of agony from the toddler. Hiccup quickly felt his mother's arms scoop him up as she whispered to him.

Hiccup cooed and sniffed as his mom clutched him close to her chest. His legs flailed as he tried to get rid of the small dying fire in his left limb. A thumb wiped tears from his cheeks, and Hiccup quickly became interested in the gesture. He looked up at his mom with forest green eyes, before grabbing her thumb and running his own tiny fingers over it in his own little world. It was interesting to test the texture of her skin that was so similar to his own freckled body.

Hiccup quickly tensed when he felt his dad grab his flailing legs, and he buried his face in his mom's chest as the dull pain in his leg and now his head began making itself present again. He didn't know why his head was hurting, nor his leg, but he knew this had all happened before. Dad sighed above him, and hugged both mom and himself.

"His leg's just a bit swollen." Hiccup looked up at his father curiously as he heard the man's tired, gruff voice. He shouted with a scowl, trying to mimic his dad and show his agreement. Dad laughed, before ruffling Hiccup's hair. "What a brave boy. You stood despite knowing what happened so many times before. That's my little soldier."

Hiccup had heard many of these words before, and dad always called him his 'little soldier' what ever that meant. He couldn't repeat them, it was too hard, and he just wasn't very interested in learning the meaning to every word in the world. Right now it was just him, his mom, his dad, the mean but funny cat, and himself. Hiccup didn't want the rest of the world. He didn't want words. He really didn't want the touchy doctors who drew his blood and put beeping things on him. All he wanted right now was his family. It was them against the universe.

Trees went by outside the car window, and Hiccup laughed as a bird landed on the perch of his window before being forced to fly away again. Cloudjumper was curled up in his lap, and the two year old sat strapped in his small black car seat. He had been born sensitive, and was such a small Toddler that he still used a newborn car seat faced forward.

"Gat! Oof." Hiccup tried to yell for the cat in his lap, but was quickly silenced when the feline plopped down near his stomach, knocking the breath out of him. Hiccup looked up to see dad driving their small black car and his mom in the seat beside him. He wished he didn't have to use a car seat, and could sit like him, but also knew he was small.

Hiccup reached for his sippy-cup in his seat's cup holder, taking a drink of his apple juice. He yelled out for his snacks, before his mom handed him an opened bag of gold fish. Mom and dad began laughing about his antics, talking about his confidence despite his disability. Hiccup didn't listen though, for he was in his own little world. Rain began falling around them, and the toddler reached out to touch the car window that his mom quickly rolled up as the storm started. He watched droplets roll down the glass, and smiled at the sights around him. This was a part of home he'd never seen before.

Hiccup once again became upset, and began crying loudly. He'd been so grumpy and moody lately. The house looked so much different, and mom and dad were always busy. Dad was never home anymore. He'd stay away for days at a time, saying things about work. Mom said they were in a different city, but Hiccup didn't even try to learn what all of that meant.

The arms of his mother quickly lifted Hiccup out of the play pin he was in, though the baby only continued crying. His head was pounding for unknown reasons once more, and mom tried to comfort him with a kiss on his cheek. Hiccup was tired and sad. He began growing anxious every day that his dad was gone, wondering if he wasn't coming back. Mom called it separation anxiety, and the doctor told her that was normal in toddlers.

About the doctor, Hiccup had a new one. This one was a woman named 'Doctor Ingerman'. She looked Hiccup over, and the toddler didn't like how cold her hands were on his bear skin. The woman had said she could help better than his other doctors could, but Hiccup didn't even believe he needed help. He just wanted to stay home with mom. He was fine with crawling instead of walking. He was fine with the soreness in his leg. He didn't see why his odd characteristics were such a bad thing.

How had things gone from the simple routine in Berk where Hiccup would crawl around and watch the battles outside, to such a complicated world?

(A/N) So, I hoped you guys and gals liked this. I decided the chapter would have a better impact if it was told from Hiccup's POV. Please leave a review, and for more information on the disability neurofibromatosis, you can look up the websites for the Children's Tumor Foundation, and Understand NF1.