This was inspired by this fanart: art/How-long-do-dragons-live-386008071 which does not belong to me.

Something was wrong.
Hiccup never slept in this late.
No matter how much his joints cracked, or how much he groaned while getting out of bed, he never slept in.
Every morning, he would rise (lately, this was taking longer and longer) and put on his prosthetic foot with shaking and gnarled fingers. Then he'd smile, and shuffle over to his dragon to start their day.
Toothless wasn't liking the change.
There had been so many changes over the years. Astrid dying, the children growing up and moving out, handing over the title of chief to his son. Hiccup's health fading.
Toothless leaped to his rider, licking his face. He nudged Hiccups' head, then put his head on the mans' chest, nothing eliciting a response. Then the dragon realized what was wrong.
Hiccup wasn't breathing.
Hiccup was dead.
Toothless let out a grief-stricken roar.
His friend, his buddy, his whole world was dead.

What was he going to do?

A/N: I hope that wasn't too horrible. If it was, don't worry, I probably wouldn't be writing non-poetry stuff again. I just wanted to step out of my comfort zone and try something different. Please review and tell me what you thought.