A/N: Well, here's my next story. As a warning, it might get put on the back burner, as I'm working on about three other stories, but I'll get back to this one as soon as I can! If you read and review, I will love you forever! :-)
"I miss you,
I miss you,
It's you who occupies my thoughts today,
Did you feel okay?
Just before the lights went out,
Just before your candle was snuffed out?
I'm asking you this now,
Cuz I'm thinking of you, a year ago, today,
Did you feel ok?"
The sun warmed my face as I sang softly to myself, a song I had written and only I had heard.
Despite how close I was with my group, they were NOT allowed to hear any of my un-Viking-like talents.
I wasn't even that close to anyone actually. They don't even know me.
Astrid, Fishlegs, Tantrum, Camicazi...none of them even KNOW me.
They just think they do, because we're all stuck together to survive together because they can't survive on their own.
As for me? Well, I don't know if I could or not, but I know I DEFINITELY should have run away when I had the chance.
It would have been better than facing the exile.
I should have run with him when I could have, instead of sitting around and waiting, all because my dear old man decided to be a father for once in his miserable life.
I swallowed back tears because Hiccup doesn't cry. Hiccup doesn't even have tear ducts and Hiccup has a heart made of steel.
At least that's what I want them to think, and they do.
Hiccup doesn't care that he got exiled from his tribe. Nope, he doesn't care.
Hiccup doesn't have any regrets, he doesn't constantly beat himself up and know his double life came at such a price...NO.
I will NOT think of that.
"Hiccup?" Astrid asked. "You ok?" Out of all the teens that also got placed in exile and now live on a deserted island we call Outcast Island, I like Astrid the best. Her
or Fishlegs.
Camicazi's too loud, Tantrum's bitter and lonely.
When first I came here, there was just one. Me.
Then along came Astrid, exiled from her tribe because she "stood up for a criminal."
She tried to free her father from a Viking prison, that's what she did.
And he was totally innocent, a point she often stressed.
Why was Fishlegs kicked out? Simple: he was a runt.
Being a runt is probably the lowest form of sin to Vikings.
It's seen as a curse from the great god Thor, a sign that you are NOT destined for greatness.
I was a runt too but, surprise, surprise, my dad had a soft spot somewhere in that black heart of his and decided to let me live.
Fishlegs was just lucky to be born to a tribe who only EXILED runts.
And Tantrum? Her dad was the chief of his tribe, like mine. He exiled her when she very staunchly told him she was marrying whomever she liked. Because she was the heir to her tribe, she was a princess and that meant she was forced to marry someone of her father's choosing.
But she fell for another man, who ended up running off on her after she had been placed into exile. Sounds like a winner, am I right?
Camicazi? Well, she was a special case. She was driven insane a long time ago by the Hysterics, another Viking tribe. They captured her and something they did to her left her never quite right.
It was okay, though...until she began murdering people while they slept, thinking they were more Hysterics, come to finish the job they had started.
When I first met her, I was tempted to finish the job, I admit.
But all it took was to establish a bond of trust with her, much like the trust you can share with a dr-never mind.
The point is, Camicazi trusts us so completely that she would defend us with the same ferocity she once killed her own tribe with.
So now I guess you're wondering about me. Why was I kicked out of my tribe?
Let me ask you a question instead: what have you done to prove you are trustworthy?
Is that the sound of utter silence I hear? Yes, I believe it is.
No, you have not given me any reason to trust you with my deepest secret, the thing I have not even shared with my group. So don't ask. I don't trust you.
I don't trust anyone, except someone who long since died.