Chapter One.

As I wearily opened my eyes I saw the frost encasing my window and immediately knew that it was a cold, frosty winter morning but then again, every morning is cold and frosty where I live. And what's more, I have to go to school in this weather, hail or downpour, it never closes. Ever. Sighing I sat there in comfortable darkness until my alarm clock went off in an maddening, shrill, ringing noise that could make a crow want to bury it's head in the sand. I threw my covers off me as soon as I shut up that infernal clock, if I didn't my great hulk of a dad would descend on me, telling me to wake up before awkwardly trying to make idle conversation. It's not that I hate him or dislike him in anyway, I just don't know him; if he was cheese, then I'd be chalk. The other families in the village still can't understand how such a bear of a man could have a skinny beanpole like me for a son, never mind the fact that we also have completely different personalities. I'd rather sit and read, whereas he'd rather watch the football or ogle some attractive woman. Hell, he'd ogle any woman that breathes. I'd much rather ogle someone who's…. not… not a woman. Yes that's right, a skinny, quiet, gay boy who has daddy issues. It's like something out of a bad Hollywood film.

I trudged slowly into the bathroom, flicking the light switch as I pass it. The light gives out multiple failed attempts in quick succession before finally brightening the tiled room. I stared into the mirror at my reflection; my tussled brown hair was all over the place, my freckles were more prominent due to being in the dark for a time and my eyes looked as if I hadn't slept in forever. All in all, I looked rough, and I didn't really care very much. I mean, it's not as if I have anyone to look good for, I'm the only gay person in my tiny gathering of a school. Washing my face and teeth, I look in the mirror more closely.

"Seventeen years and I still have never had to shave," I mutter to myself. It's true in all my seventeen years I have never shaved a singles hair on my face. It's another thing that I am ridiculed for in the village. Pushing these depressing thoughts to the back of my mind I return to my room.

After whipping on some clothes and making my brown hair was mildly presentable, I feed my beaded dragon his breakfast of multiple disgusting insects. It's quite ironic his name is Toothless as he actually has lots of little teeth that hurt like hell. I watched him approach one of the insects as if it was actually alive, then pouncing on it and swallowing it whole. It was kind of disgusting but he always looked so happy when he leapt on them, as if he was trying to smile somehow.

"Hiccup! Are you going to have this breakfast or am I gonna have to eat it for you?"

I nearly jump out my skin at the sound of my Dad bellowing out my name. Oh, can't tell what my name is from that sentence? Well, it's Hiccup. Yes, yes I know apparently it's a tradition in this village to name your child the most belittling name possible. Still, I suppose I could've been called something like "Snotlout". Snapping out of my shock I set off down the staris of my house, and found my Dad in his usual position. In front of the T.V stuffing his face. With fish. I. Hate. Fish. We are not the most well of family so all we can afford is different types of fish and vegetables. It's a wonder I'm not skinnier then I actually am. I look at my Dad again and immediately wish I hadn't.

"Come on Hiccup, eat something before I eat it all" my Dad grumbles out between mouthfuls of what I think was a cod stake. Do shops even sell those?

"No thanks Dad, I'll just have an apple and wait until my school lunch." I relied as I grabbed my poor excuse for breakfast from a bowl on the kitchen side and washed under the tap before heading towards the door.
"Son, you cannot live of those meals forever, you know? They're not good for you."

"Yeah, because having fish every day is really a nutritious diet," I mumbled dryly.

"What was that?"
"Nothing Dad."

"Well if you don't eat properly you won't be able to change... this," my Dad said grumpily, knowing I had uttered some sarcastic remark under my breath.

"What's "this?" I questioned.

"This," he replied sternly and gestured to me.

"But you just gestured to all of me," I was genuinely hurt by that comment, he'd always been harsh but never had he said something like that to me. He looked at me for a couple of seconds, looking as if he was debating whether to reply or not, until he finally turned his back on me and headed towards the stairs.

" Get your head out of the clouds and remember not to slip on any ice patches, like you always do."

"Sure Dad." I left through the door.

Entering the porch I grabbed my coat, which was probably the most expensive thing I own, as well as the most important to me; it's not just because it's fur lined to keep me warm in the everlasting blizzard that encases my village, but also because it is the last thing my mother left me before she passed away years ago. You might be wondering how it still fits me, but my mum always bought clothes that were much to big so that I could wear them for years to come. That tradition died with her. I looked at the houses as I walked past them, many going up for sale or being prepared to be demolished; people just don't want to stay in an isolated village for too long I guess. Cars went past me at speeds that were clearly too dangerous to for the amount of ice on the roads. I started wondering what it would be like to own a car. All nice and warm, hardly ever having to walk anywhere again. But then I would also be stuck with my Dad in an enclosed space while he tries to make small talk and me replying with my usual sarcastic comments. No, I'll stick to walking, thanks very much.

I carried on walking for about fifteen more minutes before a boy walked up to me. He looked to be my age, white hair, cute face. His blue hoodie was snow covered and hung over his jeans which were tight, but not too tight around his legs. That's when I noticed he wasn't wearing any socks on his feet, just a pair of trainers. Surely he must be freezing, but his face gave no such indication. He seemed to wait until I finished looking him over before he spoke, giving me a wary look as he did so.

"Do you know how to get to the school from here?" he asked in a deep voice, much deeper than I expected. Maybe he wasn't my age?

"Yeah, it's about another twenty minutes that way," I said, pointing in front of me, "The path leads straight to it so you can't miss it"

He smiled coolly at me "Thanks, hey do you wanna lift, no way am I walking all the way there!" Know this boy may be cute, but no way am I getting in a car with a random stranger.

"No thanks," I reply and carry on walking before he can say anything else. It was probably very rude of me, but I am not in the mood for social interaction this morning, let alone with another cute boy who will invariably turn out to be a jerk to me.

It took another ten minutes before I saw anybody else from the village, everyone must be asleep. She was a young girl from my class, most popular girl in school. Astrid. Supposedly so beautiful teachers just give her the grades she wants. We pass each other, giving hard, firm glares as we did so. She always hated me for being the only boy who didn't seem to want to get in her. Giving a flick of her sun blonde hair, which virtually ate my face, she mumbles some remark under her breath that I'm sure was a homophobic one. My attention was so focused on glaring at her and imagining many horrible things to do to her, I didn't notice the ice patch in front of me, I suppose that will teach me for being too wilful. I fall for what feels like forever, the wind blowing through my hair, wrapping itself around my face. I try to look for something to cling to but to no avail. I feel my head slam into the unforgiving ground, my brain felt on fire as my vision went hazy. The throbbing in my head was so intense I couldn't stand it, I've never hit my head while falling before. I lie there writhing in agony clutching my head, forcing myself to stay awake; falling asleep in this cold and with a head injury would be the death of me. I hear a car door open and close as my eyes begin to blur despite my fighting. My hearing becomes muffled as I hear someone run over to me, shouting to see if I would respond, and before my eyes are encased by darkness I see a white mess hovering in front of my face.

I awake feeling extremely groggy. Without opening my eyes I reach up to feel there back of my head and find it had been bandaged up by what felt like a scarf. Feeling slightly confused I wearily opened my eyes to find I was staring at grey roof of some sort. I panicked slightly as the realisation I was in a car settled in. Finally, for the first time in my life I'm actually in a car and I don't even know how I got here or who put me here. What if I was kidnapped while I was unconscious by some raving psychopath? What if I get killed or worse? What's going to happen to me? Oh god, oh god, oh god. I gave out a small sob which soon turned into a shrill yelp as someone in the seat in front of me turned round to look at me, smiling like I was his wife who had just birthed his first born child. My eyes widened as I saw that it was the boy from earlier who asked for directions to the school. He looked at me, smiling happily as those glorious blue eyes shone of his like frozen morning dew on a blade of crisp grass. I still felt thoroughly confused but my panic was settling slightly at the fact he wasn't looking at me with lust, just relief, which I assumed was because I was finally awake.

"How are you feeling, sore?" He asked me with his voice dripping with obvious concern. Why was he so worried, we've never met before?

"Obviously," was my reply. I felt bad when he looked a bit downtrodden from my reply so I decided to be a bit more gracious, he did take care of me after all. "Thanks for taking care of me."
"Ahh, it was nothing, you're so light it was easy to get you in the car, and don't worry about your head, the bleedings not that bad."

I gave out a nervous chuckle; I didn't actually know that I was bleeding. I stared to inspect my arms before he stopped me.

"Don't worry, I checked if you were bleeding anywhere else and you aren't," he said, smiling at me.

My first thought was relief, my second was just how thorough did he check me? I began to feel my face turn crimson at the thought.

"So, Mr Graceful," my face contorted in displeasure at the nickname, "I'm sorry to that say this but we're not going anywhere."

My panic immediately returned, nicknames, ambiguous lines and the fact he possibly undressed me when I was unconscious, this guy was definitely bad news.

"What, why?" I questioned, sounding much more scared than I wanted, "Why won't you let me go?"

His face brightened in shock, "It's not that I'm keeping you here, but if you wanna go to a closed school in a car that has a engine that's kaput be my guest." He gestured dramatically to a signal on a screen of some sort. It showed an arrow pointing at a red E so I assumed that meant empty.

I felt thoroughly idiotic.

"Oh, my names Jack by the way. Jack Frost."
"Hiccup. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock 3rd " He immediately laughed at my name.

"Oh and I thought my parents were harsh after naming after a spirit, but your Mum and Dad must hate you!"

"It's just my Dad actually, my Mum passed away a few years ago." I felt suddenly saddened by how many times I had thought of my mother today. Jack instantly looked regretful of his words and put a comforting hand on my shoulder. Well, it was mean to be comforting, but his hands were just freezing.

"I'm sorry about that, if I'd have known-" he stopped and looked to the floor.

I didn't really mind, he didn't do it on purpose, but it would be really good if he could remove his hand about now.