Too Many Words

Summary: Hiccup didn't understand why the world would be so cruel as to play with his mind. One moment, he new nothing but hatred for the Vikings. Next, he understood everything they were saying. Why? Why did it sound like something so familiar. No. Too many... too many words...

Hiccup was never positive about anything; there were too many things in life that kept running, kept moving, so that even if the idea were sturdy, it would eventually fall with another in its place. If Cloudjumper had not insisted to call him "Hiccup", the other dragons would have insisted on calling him "The Running River" for his inability to stay put. He'd been like that for as long as he could remember, not that that would bring him very much. Nearly ten of his hatchling years were fuzzy, but he never told anyone that. Part of him feared. Hiccup feared to understand what he had forgotten. Some nights he would try, but something in the back of his mind would itch, and, if he persisted, screamed. Hiccup merely told himself there was nothing to know.

The Alpha always seemed to favor him as an individual. He never called him "Hiccup". Alpha never called anyone by what they were commonly called by the other dragons. There were always special names, something tat signified who you were. Alpha always called Hiccup "Change" for reasons no one in the nest could fathom.

Most other dragons were annoyed by Hiccup's stubbornness, always stuck to whatever he set his mind on. No one could ever change his mind. But the elders always said that the Alpha had foresight, the ability to see in one what others couldn't.

Toothless, though, was usually the one most... concerned about Hiccup's change. He believed that "stubbornness" and "change" were two different things, the latter more important than the other, and Hiccup seemed to possess it more than the others thought. The only problem was, the "change" concerned Vikings that Hiccup was infatuated with.

Or had been.

Now Hiccup had changed and Vikings were more equivalent with Master Death. Toothless never liked Hiccup being around such vile and dangerous creatures, but Hiccup started to suddenly avoid such personas, with simmering rage beneath his skin. Toothless found it difficult to understand what was going on, but he had a feeling that it had to do with Hiccup's lack in vocabulary when it came to the word "mother".

Toothless and Cloudjumper dared not to bring it up. They called it grief. And Hiccup didn't call it anything. Was there a need to name something that did not exist?

.:.:.

An awful idea Toothless grumbled in a short precision of "ooo"s and "reek"s. The Dragon language was more like Morse code (to the modern day and outside mind); its sounds were like the dots and dashes, the more there were and the different patterns used, the different the words were. It was also difficult to use with such complication, one wrong sound and good could go to food, as Hiccup had found Toothless saying once that is not food rather than that is not good. Hiccup's amusement wouldn't have bothered Toothless if they hadn't been alerting each other of hunters.

We will be fine, normal Hiccup responded. Dragon language also lacked contractions, adding to the complications. Because of the complications, dragons seldom used more than two sentences, five words a sentence. Hiccup, of course, like to play around with words. Well, up until... there was that ringing bell. Too many words. That wasn't important anyway. He didn't understand why Toothless was so against this; it was what every dragon did.

Only cowards Toothless responded.

This irritated Hiccup. True, the only dragons that actually raided the Vikings were the one afraid of displeasing a lazy, selfish Queen, but this was different.

They take from us. We take from them. Hiccup said using sharp and clipped words, similar to the words from the Vikings. Too similar. Too many words.

Toothless was overly concerned with where Hiccup was going with this. Hiccup hadn't showed signs of what had happened those years ago, and the times where it was hinted at made Toothless fear Hiccup's sanity. This was getting closer to those times. Not only that, but Hiccup was practically saying that this was a revenge plot.

We are leaving. Toothless said firmly. Hiccup growled a warning.

Fine. He said, unclipping himself from his harness. Hiccup had been a resourceful one, making suits of shed scales of dragons with darker hide. It, like its matching mask, was made of dark blur, crimson, and black scales from differing dragon families. Within the suit was Hiccup's secret weapon (amongst other items that were more... flammable). Hiccup stood up on Toothless's leather (for lack f better words) saddle tensed his body into a stiff, upright position, and weighted himself to one side, causing him to plummet towards the ground.

Toothless flickered up, them to Hiccup in panic. No, why was his companion doing this? Hiccup! Toothless exclaimed, soaring to retrieve him.

Hiccup, however, was laughing at the feeling of rushing wind before stretching out his arms, expanding his wings and flipping open a tail fin. Toothless eventually caught up to him and Hiccup looked over.

You act like this is a first! He laughed. Toothless shook his head.

Not the reason. Get on! Toothless insisted. Hiccup laughed. He knew he could get Toothless to do this with him, but why no play with him first?

Nope.

Toothless's eyes widened. Hiccup, please.

Hiccup rolled his eyes. Toothless was always so dramatic. Acting as if everything was the end of the world. Never once was Toothless carefree. At least, "never" in the memories that Hiccup had... No. Too many words.

Ask again. Hiccup teased.

HICCUP! NOW! Toothless roared.

Everything happened in slow motion after that. The whoosh of the bola, the vaguely remember, clipped words of the Vikings, and the oncoming darkness that swallowed Hiccup whole.

A/N: This was actually originally deleted, due to lack of reviews. But, because of a request by AdenineThymine (Wait, I just realized what your name meant XD). Anyways, so this has another chance. We'll see if it works out.

Here is my original A/N.

"So this was written during one of my "moods" where I write overly complicated and hard-to-understand stories. Hiccup and Toothless are extremely OOC. I was actually planning on making this a one-shot, but I thought otherwise. Too big of a cliffhanger. So, if you guys actually like this, then Astrid's POV (ish) is next.

... but that's only if this wasn't totally trash.

~ Sam"

The reason why I was in this mood was because I had just seen the play Wicked in which following events ended in an onslaught of depression.

So, next chapter will be written in a better mood (reason why this wasn't already remade from said mood is because I am back in that mood today), and some... more familiar things.

~ Sam

P.S. No! How To Hide Your Spirit is falling into ruin! :(|