Holy mother of pearl.
AN UPDATE! Thanks to TheOneNightFury for the idea! Though I changed it a little bit.
AND 6.7k READS! WOW
THANKS SO MUCH!
And I'm putting 'Shattered to Pieces' on hold because I have no idea what to write next. I am so sorry for those who were expecting an update on that story. I'm just...blank. And it's my fault to start a story without knowing the entire plot. I'm gonna continue that some day.
BUT...
BUT....
BUT.....
I PROMISED LucyHeartfilia1230 THAT I WILL PUBLISH A NEW STORY, AND I WILL! THIS TIME, I NOW KNOW THE WHOLE, BLOODY, PLOT! And I won't delete that this time.

You glared back. "It is not true."

"But it is," Hiccup said.

Cross, you stuck your tongue out in a child-like manner but said nothing.

You didn't admit it, but it is, in fact, true.

"---and what are you doing there?" said a voice from the hallway.

Sh*t.

It was the psychopathic Anne whateverherlastnamewas.

Wait, you thought. Wasn't she at work?

"Hey!" You shouted awkwardly and a little too loudly for your liking, sidling close to Hiccup to cover the place where the portrait had been.

"You weren't snooping around, were you? And this isn't your house, it's mine!" Anne said, sticking her chin up in the air.

You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing.

"Well, since you adopted me, this is technically my house, too. And I say, it needs a bit...uh..." You wiped the wall with your index finger, and sure enough, a dust-free line was embedded.

"...cleaning."

Hiccup nudged you. "What are you doing?" He whispered.

"To be honest, I don't know."

Anne crossed her arms. Thinking of nothing else to say about that, much to your delight, she said, "And who's your friend?"

You coughed. "This is Hiccup. My science-project partner." You nudged him and he did a small bow before gesturing to his laptop.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am."

Anne didn't seem pleased at all.

"I thought you were at work," You pointed out.

"I took a day off," she explained before turning around to stomp back downstairs.

Once she was out of your earshot, Hiccup clicked his tongue and said, "She's your step-mother?"

"Ugh. I know, right? And I think she's rubbing off on me."

***

"This is the closet -er- my room!"

The two of you walked in a cobweb-infested room. You sat on your moldy mattress, a fake smile plastered on your face. "It's great, right?"

Hiccup placed his laptop on the ground. "Yeah. Really great. High class."

Just then, you heard the door make a 'click!' sound.

You walked to the door and turned the knob, but it won't budge.

"Great! We're locked in too," you sighed, going back to your mattress.

"Anne must really hate me," Hiccup mumbled.

"Don't worry, Hiccup!" You exclaimed.

He looked up.

"I hate you, too!"