Destroyed
A/N: The good people who have been reading my chapter stories know that my computer's been giving me some difficulties, so I'm posting this from a borrowed computer. This will most likely become a collection of poems, because I feel the relationship between Hiccup and Stoick desperately needs expounding upon. The scenes between them, they're either so awkward to the point of making you feel awkward, or they're emotional enough to drive people to tears. I feel a bit like in the 'you're not my son' scene, Stoick said and did something unforgivable - and yet, Hiccup didn't exactly try his hardest to fix their relationship either, did he? We mustn't let Stoick carry the blame! Which is why Hiccup says 'there was nothing to destroy'. Because there was literally nothing left of them, only the bits and pieces Stoick insisted on clinging on to during the 'See You Tomorrow' sequence.
GONE,
DEAD,
Nothing can bring us back.
BECAUSE, DAMMIT,
YOU JUST DESTROYED EVERYTHING.
And the funny thing is,
You know the really funny thing is,
There was nothing to destroy.
"You're not my son",
"You're not my son",
"You're not my son",
"You're not my son".
Nope,
Nothing,
You didn't hurt anything,
Because there was nothing left.
Nope,
There was nothing left of us,
Nothing at all.
Honestly,
It's
Kind of a relief,
That I don't have to,
hide
Or pretend
That we are okay,
Because I think only you,
Insisted to clinging on.
To nothing at all.
Everybody else saw it,
But they let you,
Have your little fantasies
And now I've destroyed them,
(But then, at least they existed,
Unlike us)
(Unlike what,
You could've said,
You are angry,
You are furious,
You are acting
In the heat of the moment.
At least, I want to believe that,
Because believing that you didn't think your words through, so carefully,
And imagine how badly they would hurt me,
Is easier than knowing,
THAT YOU MEANT IT,
DAMMIT, YOU MEANT IT.