Forgotten Outcast III (Hiccstrid)

Who I Was

|Heather's P.O.V|

Just at downtown, staring down at a window showcase, as I love reading books all the time. Well for me I love reading history books, such as Berserker or the Viking times long ago, because it What was our ancestors was.

"You're staring at it again"Fishlegs interrupts my thoughts, walking by my right side.

"Oh!"I shook my head"Hey Fishlegs, I wasn't paying attention of my surroundings".

He laughs"it's okay! Whatcha doing?".

"Ugh, just having thoughts about doing something stupid"I raise shoulders and look at the showcase.

"You're very interested of that book huh?"He questioned, staring at it also.

"Y-yes! I love reading books for thorsakes! Hiccup got me into it"I sigh"I only read eight books, I'm trying to get to hundred".

"Still thinking about him?"He said.

"Yeah".

"I'm sure he's fine! He'll be alright"He assures me.

"I know, it has been a rough few months now"I sigh, walking away from the store as he followed me.

"It wasn't your fault"He stated.

I frown"Fishlegs, Hiccup almost died, that's scary".

We both passed by a few markets around as we continue our conversation which leads to the park.

"Amnesia affected him pretty good, and we're trying to get him back"I stopped myself, as I look up the fountain.

"Heather, no matter what Hiccup is having. He'll remember who he is"He said, confidently.

I put a small smile"thanks Fishlegs. You're a good friend".

"You're, you're welcome"He nervously laughs.

I giggled as we move along of our day, I glance up at the sky and wondering what's Hiccup doing now.

Hours Later...

|Hiccup's P.O.V|

"So do I say Hiccccccup, or Hiccup?? What do you prefer?"The man mocks, as he leans back against the chair.

I glare at him, as he smug grabbing another glass of milk from the table.

"You have no idea, who I'am do you?"He says, intimidating.

"No I don't"I said, hesitantly.

"Well, your father know of me, we were friends, bested friends. but as your Mother? Quite unfortunate really. What your father thinks of you?"He chuckles lightly.

"Leave my mother out of this"I hastily point my flash at him.

"Well still quite unfortunate, believe me I know how it feels"He flatters his hand"especially when the house burnt down. Tragedy isn't?".

I glare at him as he mocks over about my Mother's death which my Father has told me.

"Are you a mental patient?"I questioned, as I eyed his clothing.