Wow, I suck. Here, have a list of excuses: finals, AP finals, trip to Georgia with a broken promise of internet connection, I'm in AP Summer Academy, and my aunt is in the hospital with ovarian cancer, so we've been flitting back and forth from there.

Actually Relevant Note: Okay so the siblings aren't entirely OCs like some of you thought. Leila is a Terrible Terror and the twins are a Hideous Zippleback. Also, I went back and fixed a few mistakes, and added some small, not really relevant stuff to the other chapters. It's hard to catch every mistake, but I'm tryin!

Disclaimer: I don't think I'll do these anymore OTL. Four is enough for y'all to know it's not mine.


"What are they doing?" Hiccup whispered, pulling back the curtain in the kitchen with a finger.

"Tai chi." Toothless whispered back.

"Well, yes, I can see that, thank you, oh wise one." Hiccup rolled his eyes, "I meant it like, 'Why are they doing tai chi in their underwear?'"

"Can we not talk about this anymore." Toothless turned away from the mirror, placing his cup of water on the counter. "At least they don't do it in the front yard anymore."

"They used to... you know what? I don't want to know." Hiccup's glass joined Toothless'.

"Trust me, my friend," Toothless placed a sympathetic hand on the other's shoulder, "it's better that way." Hiccup nodded somberly.

Toothless clapped his hands together once authoritatively, "Let's get down to business."

"I feel like that's a Mulan reference, but I'm not sure." Hiccup walked into the living room and flopped down onto the couch.

"Don't hate. It's a quality movie." Toothless said defensively.

"Whatever floats your boat, man."

"Okay, no, but seriously, we have gotten all of nothing done." Toothless sighed, "Hiccup. Focus."

"I'm totally focused. I'm in the groove, my friend. Pumped." Hiccup said sincerely.

"Obviously," Toothless rolled his eyes. He stood up, "Let's go."

"Go where?" Hiccup said eagerly.

"Meditation room." Hiccup jumped up and bounded ahead of Toothless. He slid open the door and landed on the floor, cross legged, "Teach me your ways, Miyagi sensei." he grinned stupidly. Toothless turned red and looked away, "I thought you wanted to be Jackie Chan."

"Well he was in the remake. That should count for something." Hiccup shrugged.

"We do not address the remake, Hiccup." Toothless said sternly.

"Yes, Miyagi sensei." Hiccup nodded.

Toothless hit Hiccup on the back of his head "And don't call me that." Hiccup just smiled.

"Okay," Toothless sighed and sat down in front of Hiccup, their positions reflected and their knees touching. "Ready? We're going to start with some simple points on your hands. Hold them out, like this." Toothless held up his hands, wrists facing the ceiling. Hiccup complied.

Toothless held Hiccup's wrists, one in each hand and ran his thumbs over the tendons. "Right here," he said softly, pressing his thumbs in. "is very common in getting rid of nausea, morning sickness, motion sickness, and the like." His hands slid to Hiccups'. He pressed the webbing of the hand. "This may help relieve tension or pain in the head and back." Hiccup watched aptly, nodding every so often.

Toothless took one of Hiccups fingers between his first finger and thumb and pulled from the base to the tip. "For the sinuses." he repeated the motion with each finger on the hand. At the thumb, he said "Back of the head, the neck, the brain." He put a finger on the fleshier part connecting the thumb to the palm, "You stomach is here."

Lastly, he put a finger on a small area between the first finger and middle finger, a bit more than a centimeter from the dip, "And this is your heart."

Hiccup practically vibrated with energy, "This is so cool," he whispered reverently. "All of that, right on your hand?"

"Well, those are the more useful. The rest are glands and things like that." Toothless said dismissively.

Hiccup looked at his hand intently, as if unlocking it's inner most meanings. Toothless leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "You know," he said, Hiccup raised his eyebrows eagerly, "it's not going to sprout an extra finger." he leaned back and ducked when Hiccup swatted at his head.

"I'm not stupid." Hiccup pouted, "It's just really cool and I don't know how it works."

"Okay, well." Toothless took a deep breath, "the body has these vital energy points called your chi*. Your chi flows on invisible lines of energy flow called your meridians. It's thought that there are at least fourteen meridians connecting our organs to the other parts of our bodies. Acupressure, which is what we've been doing, and acupuncture, points lie on the meridians. If the flow of chi is blocked on a meridian, it's thought to be the cause of ailments, so pressure applied can open the flow." Toothless shrugged like it was common knowledge.

Hiccup paused, and stared at Toothless absently, an eyebrow cocked. Then he nodded slowly, "Okay, I think I get it."

"Good, do you want to keep going?" Toothless asked, and Hiccup nodded.

Toothless moved from point on the hand, to the forearm and upper arm. He poked and prodded at Hiccup, using him as his own teaching tool. They stopped when they were called down for dinner. Hiccup vaguely realized that he had been eating at his friends house more often than his own. He didn't think much of it, just that a home cooked meal was nicer than microwave dinner any day.

Hiccup groaned and rolled over, surrendering. He heard another voice groan as well, but in annoyance instead, "Honestly," it muttered. The voice belonged to Hiccup's personal tormenter, otherwise known as Astrid by those close enough to talk to her, and by those who weren't Hiccup.

The boy on the floor recovered easily, sliding up and cracking his knuckles and neck. It was getting easier, the pain, not the fighting. Fighting is hard. At least the searing pain in his muscles had turned into a dull throb nowadays. He jumped up and down a few times, "I got this," he muttered to himself.

A whistle blew and practice was over. The players retreated to the locker rooms, the boys all in one, and the two girls into the other.

Hiccup walked up to his locker, and pulled out his clothes, ready to go off to one of the changing stalls, not entirely comfortable changing in front of everyone else. Snotlout, Tuffnut, and Fishlegs had no such problem with each other and seemed very used to it. But Hiccup was small and awkward and not in the mood for ridicule, because he had a plan. A plan that he intended to go through with, right after he changed.

Rushing in and then out of the changing stall, he caught the others lacing up their sneakers on the bench.

"So, uh..." he started lamely. Three heads raised to analyze him, "What?" Snotlout said irritably. This plan was not going at all as he had intended.

"I, uh, saw that kid, Toothless, a couple of weeks ago and he looked pretty messed up. I mean, what's up with that." Hiccup laughed nervously.

Tuffnut smirked, "What's it to ya?"

"What? Me? Nothing. Just curious." Hiccup answered quickly.

Snotlout raised an eyebrow, "Maybe we had something to do with it, maybe not." he shrugged, smirking as well.

"I mean," Hiccup whistled, impressed, "That was some number done on him. Must have been a tough fight." he bounced on the balls of his feet.

"Please, it was the easiest five minutes of my life." Snotlout scoffed.

"So it was you?" Hiccup kept his triumphant grin to himself.

"It ain't nothing to brag about. Kid didn't even put up a fight." Snotlout shrugged, moving on to lace his second shoe.

"Yeah, but, like, what did he do to piss you off?" Hiccup tried to be casual.

"Why do you care?" Tuffnut asked.

"I told you, I'm just curious."

"Well, if you must know, we taught him a lesson. He said some things that we didn't agree with. We had to push him down from his high horse." Snotlout said, "Thinks he's so much better than us, because he doesn't 'use violence to solve his problems like we do.'" his voice raised an octave, in his immitation of Toothless' voice, which, to Hiccup, sounded nothing like his friend. "Something about us being 'brutes' and 'cruel' and it's not like we need his fucking opinion anyway. Interrupting us when we were dealing with a little freshman who got away. It was none of his damn business." Snotlout frowned, pushed his extra clothes into his bag and got up.

"Later, loser" he said and waked to the door, Tuffnut, and Fishlegs who had said nothing the entire time, followed after. Leaving Hiccup to be either proud of his friend for standing up to them, or exasperated that he had been dumb enough to provoke the other members of the wresting team.

Hiccup went home after school, parting from Toothless at the fork between their two streets. The wide archway of the door seemed almost strange to him as he stepped through, using his key to unlock the door. Hiccup, hungry from practice, went straight to the kitchen, as he usually did.

He opened the oven, where an innocent lasagna sat waiting to be eaten. Hiccup shuddered. His dad had made lasagna. His dad should never be allowed in a kitchen, ever. Ever.

So as not to make his dad feel bad, Hiccup pulled out the pan and cut out a generous slice, choosing the least burnt part of the bunch. He slid the pan back into the oven and closed it. Picking up the plate, Hiccup went into the backyard.

He whistled, "Here, Bruno." he said softly. The next yard over, a small ugly head popped out of an equally small and ugly doghouse. The head was followed by a short, squat body, which trotted over to the fence separating Hiccup's house from his neighbors. Hiccup checked the back door to Ms. Margarine's house. She was an old lady, and most probably asleep, so he was in the clear.

The brown-haired teen bent over, sliding the food in front of the dog, who was doing his best impression of a grin, "Here ya go, boy." Hiccup said. Bruno wagged his tail and devoured the morsel. At least someone would appreciate that, Hiccup thought and went back inside.

He washed the plate and put in on the dish rack, going instead to make himself a sandwich. He stared at the roast beef trapped between the bread and bit into it, mentally deciding that, no, he could never go vegetarian, let alone vegan. After his makeshift dinner, Hiccup migrated to the living room and flopped onto the couch with a bag of chips and a soda. He was a growing boy, and therefore, always hungry.

A couple of hours later, Hiccup had fallen asleep on the couch, the empty soda on the table and the chips sitting open on the floor next to the couch. The program had changed to some game show. The current contestant had gotten a question wrong and the loud noise that followed her failure and it's repercussions woke Hiccup, who jumped with an unattractive snort.

He sat up and assessed his surrounding, groggy from sleep. The hazy image of his house cleared in his brain. Recognition followed, and Hiccup groaned and stretched, rubbing his eyes of the sleep and scratching the back of his head.

He rose and took his trash to the kitchen, throwing away the can and putting the bag in the pantry as the front door creaked open and shut close. Hiccup leaned into the hallway and saw his father, Stoic, putting his coat on the rack, and pulling his shoes off. Hiccup moved back into the kitchen and sat at the breakfast bar.

Stoic walked into the kitchen, going to the fridge for a beer. "Evening, Dad." Hiccup said. Stoic turned around and grinned, "Hiccup," he boomed, popping the top of the bottle open with his hand. "How was practice?" he looked interesting. Stoic never did ask about his school subjects, just how practice went.

"Practice was fine." Hiccup dismissed, he didn't really feel like thinking about wrestling now. Stoic nodded and went to the oven, pulling out his lasagna and cutting out two slices for himself. Stoic had no problem eating his own cooking. In fact, he thought it was great.

"So, son." Stoic started awkwardly, settling down on the other side of the breakfast bar. "Where have ya been goin' after school these past few days. You're barely at home anymore."

"Oh, uh, I made a friend." Hiccup said casually. Stoic lit up like a Christmas tree. "Really?" he asked, almost like he was afraid Hiccup would burst out with an 'April Fools!' at any second.

Hiccup noted the town and frowned defensively, "I can make friends, you know. It's not that rare." he pouted.

"No, no, I know that, son. It's just been awhile since you've had a friend. I'm happy for you." Stoic smiled genuinely. Hiccup's father had always had such a contagious smile, so Hiccup couldn't help but smile back.

"So," Stoic said, "Tell me about you're friend."

"Well... his name is Toothless." Hiccup started. Stoic nodded.

"And his parent's are hippies." he said.

"Real hippies?" Stoic asked, sounding interested, Hiccup nodded, "It's been awhile since I've seen them around." Stoic seemed a bit nostalgic. "You know, I used to be a hippie."

"No way," Hiccup said, looking at his father, a strange smile on his face.

Stoic grinned, "Oh yes, back in the seventies..."

Hiccup smiled, listing to his father tale, and thinking that's it really has been awhile since they sat down and had a talk that didn't revolve around Hiccup's school life. It was nice.


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