A BRAND NEW STORY HOOOORRRAAAAAAHHHHH! First of all, I would like to thank Wanli8970 (Guest) who came up with this brilliant idea and is letting me use one of their created characters. So, thanks, and thanks for being so patient. This took me a long time (phew!) *wipes imaginary sweat of forehead* Aaaaaanywaaaaays, ENJOY! :D I should be updating this story, like, twice a day...? I'm not sure. I'll try for three times, but I don't want to rush. :D ENJOY! :D
I am standing, holding my hands out to my beloved dragon as I try to talk sense into him. His pupils are narrowed into slits, and he doesn't stop advancing on me, despite my pleas and desperate cries.
He is under the control of the bad Alpha; he doesn't know what he is doing, but it still hurts. My own dragon is trying to kill me, and I know it, too. But maybe, just maybe, he can fight it. Maybe...maybe, he can snap out of it.
"Stop!" I shout, pushing my arms out in front of me again. "Snap out of it!" It doesn't work, and he continues on me, moving slowly forward as I cower backwards, my back almost pressing against the wall of ice behind me.
"Toothless!" I plea. "Toothless no!" There is no change. "Toothless!"
"HICCUP!" I hear a familiar voice shout, but the first time, I ignore it. Toothless is about to kill me. There has to be something I can do.
I hold my hands out in front of him, and shout, "NO!" Gas builds in Toothless' throat. This is it. My dragon is going to kill me.
"SON!" the same voice shouts, and this time, I look. My Dad is running towards me, and I suddenly know what he is going to do.
"DAD!" I shout, holding a hand out to him in a clear "STOP" motion. He doesn't stop, however, and seems to run faster. "NO!" I try again, just as Toothless ignites the gas. A body slams into mine, pushing me to the ground as the world explodes into a purple, fiery blaze.
"DAD!" I shouted as I shot straight up in bed, gasping and panting, trying to get my breath back, feeling and sweating as if I had run a marathon. For a few seconds, I just sat there, catching my breath, until I register a voice, gently calling my name.
"Hiccup…" It was the voice of my Mother, and it sounded strained, as if she were holding back tears. "It's okay, Hiccup."
It wasn't okay, though. I opened my eyes and gazed at her for just a moment before I hugged her, sobbing violently into her shoulder. I felt her wrap her own arms around me, and I cried harder.
"It's okay, Hiccup," my Mom said gently, running her fingers through my auburn hair. No, no, it wasn't "okay." It would never be "okay." My Father was dead, because of me.
It had only been two weeks ago since...it. I just watched as my Dad came running at me, to save my life. I should have done something else. I should have run myself. Maybe I would have been able to escape Toothless' plasma blast.
I should have listened to my Father when he told me not to go after Drago. Twice he told me; once when we were on Berk, and then when we were on Eret's ship. If I had only listened one of those two times, then maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't have been killed.
I couldn't believe myself. For the first time in my life, I actually had had a real family. I had watched my Dad and Mom sing their duet while dancing, and looking all around...happy. How could one watch their family reunite after twenty years of being apart, just to have it torn to pieces, leaving the remaining people even worse off than they had been the first time?
No, it wasn't okay. It wasn't then, and it never will be.
Why hadn't I just listened? If I had listened to my Dad, sure, maybe we never would have found out that my Mom was still alive, but at least we would have all been alive to this day.
"Hiccup," my Mother said, and I cried even more. I felt so weak and helpless, but at that moment, I couldn't stop crying, try as I might. I sobbed, gasping for breath between them, still filled with adrenaline from my nightmare. My Mom ran her left hand up and down my back, her other hand tangling gently in my hair.
It was the same nightmare for me, every time, and it had been for the past two weeks. Every single night I had woken up screaming, my Mom there, having been woken by me.
"Shh," my Mother soothed. "It's alright, Hiccup. It's alright."
How can one say that it is alright when it most certainly is not?
After about five minutes, we both pulled away, and stared into each other's eyes. In all honesty, I didn't think my Mother was grieving as much as I was. She had lost Stoick twenty years ago when she was taken in that raid. Losing him again probably didn't affect her as much as it affected me.
My Dad and I had an interesting relationship, but I still loved him, and now that he was gone, missed him more than I had ever missed anyone before in my entire life. I had lost my Mother at a young age, but so young to the point where I didn't remember anything about her. So young to the point, that some of the first words out of my mouth were, "Who are you?" and "Should I know you?"
"T-thanks," I got out, wiping my eyes. My Mother smiled at me, her eyes sad, and then put her hand on my shoulder.
"Is there something I can do?" she offered.
I shook my head. "I'm just...I'm j-just going to g-go for a l-little walk," I managed, sliding to my feet. My Mother stood up beside me.
"Do you want me to go with you, or would you rather be alone?" she asked.
I nodded. "I'll be back in a few minutes," I said. "I-I won't b-be gone long."
"Okay," she replied, kissing my forehead. Then, I hugged her quickly, and then headed down the stairs, and out the door.
I found Toothless outside. Since he was the Alpha, he had been sleeping outdoors quite often, in case something came up with the dragons. I looked at him. It had been a while since we had actually gone flying for more than just Chief business.
At that time, I really felt like I needed a flight. So, I mounted the dragon with a quick mumble of, "Let's go, bud," just as the dragon shot into the sky.
