Home is were the heart is

I

[Jane POV]

The wind was in my hair, water all around me, I paddled hard to catch the beautiful wave forming in the horizon feeling the rush run through my veins as I took off surfing it. Jumping high in the air with an aerial followed by a cutback and finishing with the rush of the tube, screaming out loud when I got out safe and sound. I heard a loud whistle, I turned my head to the beach catching my little brother waving at me to come out of the water

- Shit! – I catch a final wave that brought me to the sand

- We're late – he said landing me my towel and helping me unzip my suit – you're playing a dangerous game Jane

My name is Johanna Valerian Haddock II. I'm 19 years old and I'm the oldest daughter of the multi-millionaire Simon "The Stoic" Haddock owner on Haddock shipping industries and that's my 18 years old little brother (well he's not that little any more but whatever) Harry Horrendous Haddock III, also known has the Night Fury, the bike rider prodigy of the last decade. I know our parents didn't have much taste when it came to picking our names but we love them anyway.

- Look who's talking Mr. Night Fury – I said laughing, pulling my hoodie over my bikini and shoving in some leggings

Has always we were not supposed to be doing anything fun (or has my father would say dangerous). Me with Surfing and Harry with his bike riding, after the crash...

- Let's go Harry we have 15min to get home – hiding my board in the back of my white Audi R8 – do you think we can make it? – he smirk at me

- Be there in 5 – putting his black helmet on and sliding his prostatic leg over his black bike

- OH you're on little Hiccup – I said teasing him with his OLD nickname, getting inside the car and turning the engine on

We drove fast through the A1 High way from Pease Bay to Innerwick. He manage to outrun me in the drive way to our garage taking a tight turn between our dad's SUV and some white BMW.

- I WON!! – he screamed taking his helmet off

- HEY NOT FAIR!!! We drove by the gate at exactly the same time! – I said getting out of the car – wait isn't that dad's car

- SHIT! – we said at the same time looking at each other

- Quickly help me hide the bike – said Harry pushing one of the ginormous doors of an old cabinet we brought to hide everything our father doesn't like ('case you can't really say anything against the great Simon Haddock) while I push the bike inside covering it with some blankets along with my surf board and his helmet.

- Shit my hair is still soaking wet

We got inside the elevator on our way to the penthouse

- Just braid it he won't even notice – he tried to calm me down

- Harry your jacket – he looked at himself

- Fuck I'm screwed – he closed his eyes jamming his head back

- Give it to me, if he asks I'll just say Zack forgot it in my car – he nodded

When the door opened we hold our breaths.

- No sign of him – Harry whisper, I nodded and we ran to our room trying not to be seen but we got ambushed my our large black Belgium Shaper, Toothless (who I like to call Alpha just because he reminds me so much of a wolf and it annoys the heck out of my brother)

- Harry, Jane is that you? – A strong low voice called out our names

- Yes father – we said in unison turning around to the living room

- Came here. We need to talk – we looked at each other making a silence pack. As always we were in this together. I toss the leather jacket in to some corner of the hallway "hide all the evidence, stick with the truth and omit what you have to"

We walked through the living room doors with toothless by our side to find our father sitting on his large couth by the fireplace. Our dad is what you call a BIG muscular business man, with his auburn hair and long beard. He is the perfect male example of our northern heritage. Unlike my brother and I, no we are to thin, athletic yes, but thin (even though harry is a bit LOT clumsy) if it weren't for our auburn hair, freckles and our similar green eyes people would think that we're adopted. When we were little our father used to tell us that our ancestors were part of an old Viking Clan. Do I believe it? Yes I do.

- Hi dad – I smiled – you're home early

- And you are late – he narrowed us

- Sorry dad my bad practice finished late – I tried to sound sincere hopping that he didn't knew that I had dropped swimming training two months ago to surf behind his back

He narrowed his eyes on me and shoves his head.

- What did you want to talk about? - Harry cut him off, not letting him think things through

- Oh that... - I sigh in relief thanking my brother mentally for his quick thinking – we are moving

- Again!? – we said at the same time

- Back to Berk – he finished

- WHAT?!

Berks a small Island near Norway were we grew up.

- Well the business has been running itself in the past few years and since Gobber asked me to be mayor of Berk I thought why not? And you kids are always reminding me how much you miss it so... - I could not believe myself

- Wait! Are you for real?! – harry almost screamed

- It's not funny dad – I replied and he looked at us with his most Stoick look

- I'm serious! Now you better star packing we'll be leaving in less than a mouth