Hiccup had just witnessed the death of his dragon, his best friend, by the hands of his own father. No, Stoic was not his father any more. He said so himself! Hiccup ran home in a daze. He ran up the stairs, and locked himself in his room. He was tired of being a burden to everyone. He was tired of being an outcast among his people. He was tired of being Hiccup The Useless! He remembered something Snotlout had said earlier that day, right after Toothless died. "The only thing you'll ever be good at, is messing things up! You are completely useless! The only way you'll ever do any of us any good is if you go kill yourself!" Hiccup picked up a dagger he kept by his bed.
"Maybe this will do enough good to git me into Valhalla."
Every time you step outside, disaster falls!
"Hiccup the useless!"
Ya can't swing a hammer. Ya can't lift an axe. Ya cant even through one of these!
"Hiccup the Useless!"
That's it! Stop being all of you!
"Hiccup The Useless!"
He's never where he should be!
"Hiccup The Useless!"
I have his mess to clean up!
"Hiccup The Useless!"
It's not so much what you look like; it's what's inside that he can't stand!
"Hiccup The Useless!"
You're not a Viking! You're not my son!
"HICCUP THE USELESS!"
"HICCUP THE USELESS!"
"Hiccup The Useless!"
"Hiccup The Useless!"
"Hiccup The Useless!"
"Hiccup The Useless!"
"Hiccup the Useless!"
"Hiccup the useless!"
"Hiccup the useless"
"hiccup the useless"
"hiccup... the... useless"
"hiccup... useless"
"hic...cup..."
"... useless..."
Stoic pounded on his sons door! He had come to check on him, only to find his door locked and no answer when he called.
"Hiccup!" He cried desperately.
Stoic's calls that started with anger, were now filled with concern. No mater how much trouble he was in, Hiccup always answered Stoic when he called, and never once locked the door! Stoic through all his weight onto the door for the third time, and it finally gave way. What Stoic saw shocked him to his very core. His only son, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood! His sleeves, stained a crimson red. His forest green eyes, glossed over, looking at everything, but seeing nothing. The dagger still clutched in his hand. And a small smile on his face, for he was finally free.
A small boy looked down at a Viking chief crying over his sons dead body. A big black dragon nuzzled Hiccup's hand.
" Toothless? Why dose he mourn me? Can't he see I'm free? Why dose he cry for my death, when it was my decision to die?"
"My young rider, humans pity the dead, because they are unknowing of what lies after death. But we pity the living, for we know what there missing out on."
Hiccup smiled at his dragon, as the pair turned and walked into the sunset.
"Toothless," Hiccup asked. "Where are we going?"
"On, Hiccup. Were going on!"