Wyrd (HTTYD fic)

Chapter 2

Hiccup's POV

It had been a week since I broke up with Melanie. We did end up ordering pizza that night because mom managed to melt some spoons and part of the pot. Dad was still trying to figure out how that happened.

I was currently sitting in the living room going over houses that were being sold. Dad got in contact with an estate agent and they sent over quite a few portfolios.

"How's the search going Hiccup?" Mom asked as she came in from her morning jog with Tornado and Skullcrusher happily trotting next to her.

"Still sorting most of this out mom. I'm ruling out anything in big cities." I tell her while indicating to the growing pile. "I'd have to ensure that house has as much security as here. Don't want any nosy reporters snooping around." I grumble.

"I still can't believe my baby is leaving!" Mom says while sighing. She then noticed a lone portfolio on the seat. Picking it up and opening it.

"You're interested in this honey?" She asked as she looks at the information and I nod.

"It caught my eye but I frankly don't know what to do. It would be perfect if not for the fact that it would need some major renovating before anyone could live there." I tell mom.

"A four storey Victorian Gothic manor built in 1846. 5 bedrooms, 2.5 bathrooms, 0.45 acre yard." Mom reads out loud. "And it's in Berkishire the small town over."

"Look at the selling price." I tell her and point at the figure. "It's at least half of what it should be worth."

"Maybe it's because of all the renovations needed." Mom pondered. "I'd love to see how this house was in its glory days."

"So would I. It's not too far from Berk, and the town looks nice and quiet." I tell her.

"Well then why not take it?" Mom asked.

"Dad told me to pick a house. I don't think he would like one that needed so much renovation work." I tell her and quirk an eyebrow. "Dad practically wanted me out of the house so that he could have some 'alone time' with you." I say using air quotes.

"Oh did he now?" Mom asked while getting a mischievous smirk on her face. "Let me talk with your father honey." She says and pats my cheek. "Momma's got a few tricks up her sleeve."

"And if he won't go for it?" I ask her as she heads to find dad with the portfolio in hand.

"The couch is big enough for him then." She simply states as she disappears through the door.

"Go mom." I mumble while starting to put away the other portfolios.

It was a few days later that we drove out to see the house that dad, after some creative threats from mom, purchased. Work crews would already be renovating the house when we got there.

The estate agent was waiting for us when we arrived. Greetings and pleasantries were quickly exchanged.

"So this is it huh?" Dad said as we looked upon the house. "Son, you sure know how to pick them."

"Yes it is definitely a marvelous piece of architecture." The estate agent commented. "There was another interested in this property, but you managed to out bid him. If not for that this house probably wouldn't be standing now."

"If you don't mind me asking. Why was the selling price so low?" I ask the agent.

"Ah... well.. you see." The agent began but he was interrupted by an old man who lived next door.

"I'll tell ya why!!" The man yelled coming towards us. "It's because that darn place is haunted!! Haunted I tell you!!"

"Mildew!! Not again!!" The agent said with exasperation.

"You folks better watch it!! There is an evil spirit residing in that house!!" Mildew yelled at us.

"Now I know that man is barmy. Evil spirits. Pfff" Dad commented.

"I'm so sorry." The estate agent said, and then glared at Mildew. "Personally I think the price dropped because of the neighbors."

"Don't try to deny it!!" Mildew yelled once more. "Why do you think the work crews won't work after dark. Accidents happen you know. The whole town wanted this cursed place gone."

"Mildew that's enough!!" The estate agent yelled. "These fine people shouldn't listen to the ramblings of a senile old man."

"Well Hiccup, at least your neighbors will be interesting." Mom comments as we watch the old man quickly walk back into his house.

"I certainly don't regret choosing this place." I tell mom.

"Your intuition again?" Mom asked while poking me in the ribs.

I nod. "There's just something about this house." I tell her, but before I could elaborate one of the workers approached us.

"Excuse me Mr. Haddock. I'm the foreman and I was wondering if you wanted to choose the color for the exterior of the house since you are here already." He said. I nodded and took the book of color pallets which he had brought.

Suddenly a very strong gust of wind knocked the small book out of my hands and send it flying to the ground. I went to retrieve the book and I saw that the wind was blowing past the pages until it stopped at a soft baby blue color.

I hold up the book with the page showing the baby blue in front of me. The now colorless house lay in the background, a stark contrast to all the other well kept houses in the neighborhood.

"Why not." I mumble and show the foreman the baby blue color. I see shock written on his face but he hides it quickly. He bids us a pleasant day and goes back to supervising the repairs.

'I wonder why he was so shocked.' I couldn't help but think. I hear dad calling because he is hungry and wants to find a restaurant. I take one last look at the house and mumble "Hofferson Hall, what secrets do you hold?"