Warning: Contains Self Harm
This is a little different than what you're probably used to seeing. I did write it in the middle of the night though. It's very strange but I felt the need to do this. Don't like it? Please move on instead of leaving a negative review, but feel free to correct any mistakes. Free verse poetry.
You can't say that I didn't warn you. It's pretty dark.
What if the whole Viking thing was just a dream that Hiccup had? What if it was a story made up to keep him occupied?
Imagine Hiccup in the late 1800s-early 1900s.
Hiccup ran.
He ran faster.
It was only about to get worse.
He couldn't take it anymore, so he ran.
He never asked to be like this.
He never wanted to be like this.
It was painful every time he spoke.
It was painful every time he was broke.
He couldn't take it anymore.
It simply didn't work.
Every time he was told to kill himself,
Every time he was told to die,
He died a little inside.
He was all alone.
One day came a surprise.
He had found a friend.
Not a regular friend.
It hurt him.
It helped him.
It did everything in-between.
It was a blade.
He even gave it a name.
Toothless.
It comforted him as he cried.
It spent nights with him as he sat alone.
3 A.M.
On the bathroom floor.
Covered in blood.
It comforted him.
It made him happy.
It was a true friend.
It kept him alive.
Slowly letting out his pain.
Toothless stood by him.
It was the only friend who could ever care.
Father came home,
From a business trip.
He threw open the door.
He looked at the floor.
Covered in Blood.
Covered in disgrace.
Covered in his pale son.
Staring at him,
As if forgiveness was an option.
He took away Toothless.
He pained Hiccup.
Much more than the bullies ever could.
He took his shirt by the collar and screamed,
After all I've done for you,
You repay me with this?
Dragged out to the car,
He screamed for his friend.
No help would come.
No friend would come.
Just an unfamiliar room.
With the walls cushioned white.
Torn from his best friend.
His only comfort.
He cried.
No Help.
No Toothless.
He couldn't move.
Arms pinned,
The sleeves embraced him.
He knew where he stood.
He knew where he was.
He knew it was wrong.
He had listened.
He had made a friend.
He couldn't be in that horrible place.
Alone.
Unforgiven.
His life couldn't get worse.
He stood in the face of it.
His problems.
His emptiness.
He lie alone in the face of death.
He never wanted to live like this.
He wanted Toothless.
To go back.
To live again.
To try again.
Life was stripped from him.
Taken away.
No one was there for him.
Alone and afraid.
He never wanted it to end this way.
The food he was given,
Lie still on a platter.
It never really seemed to matter.
Whether he saw another day.
The one thing he loved,
Was gone.
Gone.
Gone.
Never to come back.
His only thoughts.
He only let his imagination run wild.
It would only lead him to think.
What if everything was different?
What if he let himself drop into a world?
Where he could have his Toothless?
Even if it was just for a bit longer.