A/N: This is a short story about how Hiccup and Toothless would respond to the death of one or the other.
I've been wanting a break from Transformer FanFiction for awhile, and this is my first HTTYD story ever, but I think it'll make for a nice change of pace.
R&R if you like it!
Hiccup:
He could almost feel the earth tremble underneath the fall of the Alpha's tusk. Toothless had managed to blast the tusk off with the violet fires within him, and a triumphant roar sounded from the new Alpha. The black dragon soared into victorious flight with the support of hundreds of Vikings and dragons behind him. The Bewilderbeast let out a pitiful howl and disappeared into the ocean.
For a mere second, the victory was obvious; Hiccup and Toothless, and the village of Berk had emerged victorious once more.
But as quickly as it had appeared, as quickly it vanished.
If he had just seen Drago Bludvist bouncing off his dragon a little sooner. If he had just been a little faster with a flick of his peg-leg. If he had just predicted the movement of his enemy with more accuracy.
Out the corner of his eye Hiccup saw Drago forcefully thrusting his spear in their direction, but he was too slow, as was the Night Fury beneath him. Both dragon and Viking let out a shriek of surprise as the spear closed in. Hiccup tried to tilt Toothless enough to dodge the weapon, but it was useless.
The spear lodged itself into Toothless' chest, and the dragon let out a howl of pain. The pair began to collision course with the hard earth.
"Toothless!" Hiccup screamed, fear and agony filling his voice, "Toothless!"
The black dragon yowled in distress as the ground approached, while still attempting to make the collision as smooth as possible. Hiccup felt the top of his left leg cramp as he desperately tried to control Toothless' tail with the same intention as his dragon, but he realized it helped little.
"Just hold on, Toothless, we'll make this, buddy." Hiccup whispered as he leaned over his dragon, who purred in response. The Viking braced himself, clasped his eyes shut and prayed to the Nordic Gods for help.
The crash was rough, and Hiccup could hear Toothless scream out in pain again, but he still felt the comforting darkness of dragon wings around him as they tumbled across the earth. Hiccup let out a sigh as they came to a stop, but was quickly on his feet to see how badly Toothless was wounded. He pushed the dark wings aside and let out a gasp as he saw the spear protruding from Toothless' chest.
Blood had spread around the weapon, and was turning the white snow beneath Toothless a dark crimson. The spear had managed to dig further into Toothless with their descent, and almost the entire spearhead was lodged deep into the Night Fury.
"No... no no no no, Toothless! he exclaimed, falling to his knees, carefully assessing the damage with his hands. Toothless let out a painful hiss by Hiccups touch, but otherwise remained quiet, despite his quick and ragged breathing.
The rest of Berk quickly gathered around Hiccup and Toothless, with Valka quickly being by her son's side. She did her best to remain strong in the presence of her son, but felt her will faltering by every shaky breath the dear dragon in front of her took.
"Hiccup..." she softly said and put a hand on his shoulder, but it was harshly thrown off.
"No! This is not happening, mom!" he cried, angrily wiping tears from his eyes, and positioning himself in front of Toothless' face.
Two pairs of emerald eyes met, tears taking shape in one of them.
Hiccup couldn't control the stream of tears pouring from his face, nor the sobbing that came from his throat.
"Toothless, don't leave me. You're my best buddy, please, don't..." he whispered, gently stroking the face of his dragon.
Toothless let out a quiet hum and pushed his snout closer towards Hiccups face. Hiccup leaned his head and lost all controls of his emotions. He wrapped both of his arms around Toothless' face, and shook with all of his body as the tears fell from his face onto the dragon's. Toothless remained quiet, besides the odd groan of pain.
Memories of him and Toothless overflowed Hiccup's thoughts. Their first meeting, the injury that Hiccup inflicted upon Toothless and his dysfunctional ability to fly with his disabled tail, but learning to overcome it together.
Together they grew stronger, and as Toothless was indeed growing more dependent on Hiccup, the balance of power askew between the pair, Hiccup lost the lower part of his leg. The scales were tipped, and Hiccup was in sudden need of Toothless too.
They needed each other, and whenever one of them was absent, the other was painfully aware of the limitations brought upon them.
Hiccup didn't know how much time passed, but he suddenly felt Toothless' entire body tensing. He pulled his body away from Toothless, but kept his hands on the face of his dragon, who looked at him with pain in his eyes.
With a quiet purr, a weak, toothless smile and a blink of his eyes, Toothless licked Hiccup's entire torso, before falling quiet forever.
"Toothless..." Hiccup whimpered, once more collapsing onto his friend's head, "you know that doesn't wash out..."
Valka kneeled down next to Hiccup, and held her son tight during his time of sorrow. Quiet tears fell from mother and son alike, but also from the Vikings surrounding them. Helmets were somberly held in strong fists and axes were thrown into the snow in sorrow.
The dragons remained silent, but their eyes were sharing the sorrow of the surrounding Vikings. Cloudjumper quietly approached Toothless, and poked the still body in a meek attempt to a response. The larger dragon let out a miserable sound upon the realization that his young friend and Alpha, had joined the kind Bewilderbeast in the afterlife.
Hiccups loud sobs filled the remnants of the village with heavy sadness, and as time progressed, the Vikings began to disassemble. Valka and Cloudjumper alongside Astrid and Stormfly stayed behind with Hiccup, but was inconsolable.
"Hiccup… it's getting too cold, you need to find warmth."
"No, I won't leave him."
"Hiccup, it will do him no good if you stay…" Valka insisted, and placed an arm upon Hiccup, only to have him violently shake it off.
"Mom, I am staying."
"Hiccup, please…" Astrid begged and kneeled down beside him, "Toothless is… gone, but it won't do him any good if you die out here in the cold."
"Astrid, I am staying."
Astrid and Valka looked at each other, and both knew that Hiccup could not be convinced.
"Okay then, Hiccup." Valka said, and motioned for Cloudjumper to stay. She quickly scrambled for firewood amongst the ruins and a worn hide that Hiccup could use as a cover for warmth. The scorched pieces of wood Valka had found was quickly placed to form a fire and Cloudjumper gently set it alight. Valka wrapped the hide around Hiccup, who said nothing, but the quiet tears running down his face said everything.
He had lost so much in just a single day, and as of that moment, Hiccup was certain his broken heart would never mend.
A few days past the death of Toothless, Hiccup had been chosen as the new chief of Berk village. To him, it seemed an impossible task without the steadfast support of Toothless, but despite the hurt and grief lodged Hiccup, he knew that he village now relied on him.
It had taken him a long time to leave the position of which Toothless laid. Hiccup hadn't eaten or drunk the slightest, and the only visits he received was from Valka or Astrid, both of which received minimum response. Cloudjumper passed by as well, attempting to comfort the young Viking the best he could with soothing purrs and a constantly lit fire. However, Cloudjumper received the same treatment as his rider and Astrid.
The village Elder approached Hiccup one day, and that was when he began to stir. The frail, yet strong lady next to him said nothing, but it was as if she could feel the sorrow that so strongly ran through his veins. Her silence said more than words ever could, and Hiccup felt a slight comfort in her presence.
Crooked fingers ran across his forehead, and the recognized symbol that displayed his newly acquired position as chief confirmed that Hiccup was to follow his father as such.
Hiccups first decision was to give Toothless a burial according to old Viking rites.
Alongside the strongest of Vikings in the village, Hiccup placed Toothless upon a wooden ship. The other Vikings stepped back as Hiccup stood before the ship, preparing himself to send his friend into eternity. Toothless' body was hidden under a neatly decorated fabric, and Hiccup tried to stop himself from imagining that a black snout was emerging from the ship.
Stoick the Vast and the last Night Fury were dead, and they had been taken from Hiccup much too quickly between each other. He hoped they would greet each other in the afterlife.
Hiccup took a deep breath, and attempted to push the ship from the docks, but he couldn't. The young chief lacked the strength to ensure Toothless safe travels, and he began to sob as he fell to his knees.
The surrounding Vikings found it difficult to see their new chief in such distress, but Valka and Astrid were quickly by Hiccups side.
"I can't do it. I can't live without them." He whispered to them as they brought him to his feet.
"You can, and you will, Hiccup," Valka ensured, "life will never be as good as it was with them near you, and the pain may never fade. But you will learn to live with it."
Hiccup let out a meek nod, and wiped his tears.
"We will do this together, Hiccup." Astrid added, and confidently placed Hiccups hands upon the ship, and her own upon his.
With a mighty push from the three of them, the vessel was pushed from the docks, and Toothless' last journey had begun.
Hiccup, Valka and Astrid quietly watched the ship grow smaller with each passing wave. Clodjumper approached the trio, and gently nudged Hiccup. The chief gave Clodjumper a weak pat, and gazed towards the ship again.
Hiccup took a deep breath and looked back to Cloudjumper, giving him a reassuring nod. A deep rumble took place in Cloudjumper's chest, and with high precision, a fireball escaped his mouth. The fire effortlessly landed upon the ship at sea and began devouring it.
As Hiccup saw the vessel go up in flames, his weeping grew stronger, alongside his despair. He fell to his knees again, not knowing if he could carry on with the absence of Toothless.
"Toothless!" Hiccup exclaimed, bolting upright in his bed.
He desperately looked around his room for some clothing, and frantically got dressed, before running into the night.
As fast as his legs could carry him, Hiccup ran towards the dragon stables. He opened the smaller, human-specified door and burst inside. He grabbed hold of a torch in his hand, and heard a few surprising growls from the resting dragons. They paid him no attention despite a friendly greeting as he ran through their midst, finding the nest of Toothless.
The Night Fury had barely been roused as Hiccup ran through the stables, but as the footsteps approached, Toothless stirred. He let out a welcoming, slightly surprised purr at the sight of Hiccup.
"Oh, Toothless!" Hiccup exclaimed, throwing himself upon the black dragon. Toothless let out a slight yelp, and rubbed his snout affectionately all over Hiccup's face, giving his rider a quizzical facial expression.
With tearful eyes, Hiccup shook his head, but smiled widely as he embraced his dragon again.
"Can I sleep here tonight?" Hiccup asked, causing his dragon to let out a rumble in his chest that the Viking recognized as laughter.
A black wing was raised as an open invitation, and Hiccup happily slid underneath it. Hiccup swore he slept the best in this position; in the safety and comfort of his Night Fury.
"Don't ever leave me, buddy. I don't know what I'd do without you here." Hiccup mumbled sleepily, and fell in a safe slumber, where he happily dreamed of a life where he'd never have to be separated from Toothless.