Disclamer, I don't own the characters of How To Train Your dragon, or lullaby by Nickleback
The phone went to voice mail again. Her leg was shaking up and down. A nervous tick developed over many years of stress. He didn't answer again.
Beep beep beep "I'm sorry the per-" click. Voice mail again. The news was blaring through the mostly vacant room. Her leg shook harder as the flames rose higher. The buildings were ablaze. Smoke billowed in large plumes in the sky. The dark shadow cast over the sky was ominous. The clouds seemed to welcome the death. One tower fell. Astrid's hand stifled her cry of terror. Ash rained from the sky and the people on the television ran around in a panic. Hiccup still didn't answer. He was on the 12th floor and should have made it out.
HE DIDN'T ANSWER.
HE was gone. Astrid knew it. The towers were gone. A week later bodies were still being recovered. She never got a call. She made up excuses to their children. She sang them his songs. She was alone.
ALONE.
The knock at the door was barley noticed. She didn't want to see any one but she went to it.
For the millionth time that week she cried. There he was. Battered brushed and broken all over. But there he was. He smiled and held out a destroyed phone. People seeing the reunion clapped. They thought that a cursed day in history took Hiccup. Being wrong never felt so good.
Just give it one more try to a lullaby
And turn this up on the radio
If you can hear me now
I'm reaching out
To let you know that you're not alone
And if you can't tell, I'm scared as hell
'Cause I can't get you on the telephone
So just close your eyes
Oh, honey here comes a lullaby
Your very own lullaby
Oh, honey here comes a lullaby
Your very own lullabies
A.N. sorry that this is so god damn short