Broken.
That's what he was. He was broken, carelessly, mercilessly broken into a thousand little pieces.
He couldn't function or think.
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third was no stranger to emotional pain and hardships.
He had been bullied relentlessly for the past few years.
He had been forced to beg just to be able to play games with the other Viking children.
He had been singled out and picked on, but this was infinitely worse.
The only person who did not treat him like a mistake, the only person who loved him for who he truly was, who even KNEW who he truly was…was dead.
His mother was dead.
Hiccup cried bitterly, knowing that tears could not suffice for the pain he felt.
Nothing could help him now.
Stoick and Hiccup slowly drifted farther apart and Astrid Hofferson , Hiccup's best friend, looked at Hiccup, she thought, "Broken…"
Broken. That's what he was.
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third was no stranger to emotional pain and hardships. Losing his mother had scarred him so deeply, he had thought he could never cry as hard as he had then. In a way, nothing could REALLY hurt him anymore, because nothing could hurt as badly as that had. But then, one day, he was proven wrong. Something hurt him just as badly. When they found out about Toothless, Hiccup tried holding back the tears and succeeded… But then Stoick the Vast said those terrible words. "You're not my son."
Broken.
That's what he was.
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third was no stranger to emotional pain and hardships.
But he knew he was broken – no longer ripped into a thousand little pieces, but this time broken…in a different way. His leg was gone.
He had never realized that it was possible to think clearly after you just discovered you had lost a vital part of your body, but while he was panicking in his heart, his mind kept everything clear and calm.
He would get through it. He would not STAY broken.
Broken.
That's what he had been.
But as he looked around at the new Berk, he suddenly realized that it wasn't impossible to fix Hiccup.