Author's Note/Disclaimer: Okay, so even if I'm not much of a fan with Korean drama or series, I find this oddly fitting for this fandom, therefore I am using it. It was interesting and I figured, I could probably use the plot, though I will add some twists and turns with it. So once again, I do not own How to train your dragon or any of the characters, or "Pure Love" or "49 days" because they go to their own respective owners…

~Always~

Chapter 1:

The Accident

A clang echoed throughout the room, and all the guests and staff paused as they looked up to Stephen Haddock. He was the owner of the famous business that ran on Viking research and everything else that had to do with the Viking world. He had put up museums, documentaries and plenty of funding to archeologists who had been excavating on the remains of raids and everything else. Needless to say, ever since he was a child he was always fascinated with the Viking history, and was glad he did. Had he not, he wouldn't have met his beautiful wife, Valerie Haddock.

She used to be known as Valerie Jorgenson, and she was a person that couldn't stay put. Due to her random clumsiness, they both met. Needless to say his stubborn and stuck-up attitude didn't go well with her reckless and imaginative behaviors. However, his stubbornness did win her over along with her imagination captivating him.

However this day was not about them, but rather about their greatest gift they had ever received. "Good evening everyone," he started and he saw from the corner of his eyes, Valerie wiping a stray tear from her eyes, "Ever since I could remember, I have been dreaming of this day to come." And he could see happy faces all around him nodding their heads and gesturing for him to continue, "And no one here is more than happy, or more proud than I am." He then heard someone clear their throat, "Well, me and my wife that is." He added and they all laughed, "Harold," he called out as he held his glass of champagne out to his son, "Congratulations on your engagement." Everyone else clapped their hands and Harold stood up holding up his own glass of champagne…

"Well, I never really thought of ever having this big event in my life since well, I am all this." He started and everyone laughed at his joke, he then looked at his fiancé, Heather and held her hand up as she stood up, "And I think I am the luckiest man alive to have this girl, no," he shook his head and placed his glass down and held both of her hands now, "This… woman love me for who I am, and accept me whole-heartedly into her heart. Heather Misoroft, thank you so much." She smiled up at him sweetly and let go of one of his hands and cupped his cheek…

"No Harold," she said and stepped closer, "I think I am the luckiest woman alive for you letting me into your life." She kissed him sweetly on the lips and he did the same and pulled her closer…

Meanwhile, a guest was bitterly drinking her wine and had just managed to place back the glass on some passing waiter's tray. She turned away from the happy couple, her bangs swinging to cover her left eye as she walked over to the long table, where different delicious food that everyone else was ignoring because of the sickening display of love the engaged couple were showing off. She grabbed a plate and began to stuff it with the food, ignoring the looks the waitresses were giving her…

She tried to ignore the happiness around her, while she could feel her heart thump painfully in her chest. She never felt this kind of pain than when she heard it from Heather. She should have just…

"Astrid!" she turned around, plate still in hand and saw the couple now walking towards her, "Are you alright? You seem pretty hungry." Heather commented, a smile plastered on her face. Astrid figured why wouldn't she have a happy smile on her face? She was marrying a rich, smart guy with such good inheritance, not to mention he was good looking, goofy, clumsy and just plain sweet. Astrid sighed and shrugged, turning back to the table as she started to pick one of every food once again…

"I guess I just don't want to let all these food go to waste." She said as her back was turned, "You know, since everyone else was ignoring it." She said. She really didn't have the talent to lighten up the mood like Harold did. "So, how's the party Hiccup?" she asked, and she saw Harold roll his eyes…

"Again with the nickname…" he mumbled, "How long is this gonna take?" he asked as he shook his hands as she had always noticed, "I thought you and me were okay since I am marrying Heather already." He finished and she shrugged…

"As long as you still shake your hands when you talk." She pointed out, imitating him as best as she could, while trying to avoid spilling the food…

"I don't shake my shoulders like that!" he exclaimed, shaking his arms in the process…

"You just did!" she pointed out, now really tempted to take a bite from the food in her plate…

"Okay," Heather interrupted, "I'll leave you two alone. Harold, please stay with Astrid while she eats, a woman always needs a gentleman by her side." She then leaned in closer to his ear, "Even if that gentleman will soon be mine." She said and he chuckled, "Okay, bye!" she then skipped off to her other friends. Hiccup turned to Astrid who was now walking away…

"Look Astrid, I just really want-"

"I don't need anything right now." She interrupted, "And frankly I can do just fine on my own, Hiccup." She emphasized and stalked away, leaving Harold grumbling. He really could never understand that girl. All he ever tried to do to her was help her, but every single time he did, she'd snap at him. He went and saw a few of his friends and sat down on the chair, where his cousin Steve and friend Franklin were. They both smiled at him and Franklin gave him his plate of food…

"You should really eat now Mr. Haddock," teased Steve, "Since this is probably your last peaceful meal." And they both snickered. Harold rolled his eyes and took a bite…

"Yeah, that's really funny that I forgot to laugh," he said after swallowing, "And I think it's the last meal I'll ever have being single."

"Well, there is an 80% chance that you are right, considering that your father has been waiting for this to happen and may or may not force you to move up the wedding, but then there is a 17% chance that you may want to stall it because you want everything to be perfect, while a 3% chance that you are going to not be able to go on because of some unexpected happening." Franklin finished, and Harold seem to take in the information. Yep, there was a pretty good chance his father will advise him to move up the wedding. Not just because of the company, or that he was getting old and he wanted grandchildren as soon as possible, but because he thought it would be best for him. But Franklin was also correct with the fact that he would want it to be perfect.

However, that small chance something unexpected would come up gave him a bugging feeling, "Stop it Franklin, now you've given him the scare of his life!" Steve exclaimed and patted his cousin on the back, "Don't worry cousin, I'm pretty sure it's normal, since, well, a wedding is pretty scary. And being tied to one person?!" he said emphasizing the number 'one', "Life would be pretty boring." He finished leaning back and Harold shook his head…

"Nah," his gaze flickered back to Heather who was laughing with her friends, "I'm pretty sure that it wouldn't." he said smiling as he looked to her.

She dropped the keys of her car on the key holder and flicked the lights open. She took of her coat and hung it on the coat stand let out a sigh. How could she have been so stupid with letting her feeling be set aside? She clenched her fists and punched the concrete wall. She didn't care for the pain, she always did that when she was frustrated and had gotten used to it already. She slid down to the floor and let her tears flow down. Why didn't she just say something in the first place?

Why did she have to let him go?

She looked up the ceiling as soon as she was done crying. Her chest heaved up and down and she looked around her empty apartment. This was so not what she had expected her life would feel. She always knew she'd end up alone and bitter, but not more alone and more bitter. "Well, this was stupid." She stated and she couldn't help but laugh, thinking it was him who was saying that line. She sighed again and shook her head before she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror…

Yep, she should probably just get over it and move on…

But she knows she would never be able to move on. Not from him, not even when he wears a different face in the next life…

She'll probably fall in love with him all over again still.

It was the same day as always. He went out to work at night because there was nothing better to do, nothing he could do except count stuff and lead a simple life. He knew he always thought that life always would be very exciting. But now he knows he had wasted life. He wasted it so much; he regrets not being there when it had happened. She begged him, really pleaded for him to come back, to stay beside her. But he back out from the plane ticket as it told him they were about to board…

"I'm sorry." He whispered as he leaned his head back on the wall, "I'm sorry." He let his tears flow down, and frankly he didn't care if she thought he was weak, wherever she was, because it was the truth.

Harold was still walking through the crowd, feeling drowsy as he waved to his leaving guests. "Man, I guess I missed a lot." He heard, and his eyes snapped awake and turned around on his heels and saw that it was his best friend, "What? Are you just going to stand there and do nothing?" he asked spreading his arms open, inviting Harold for a hug…

"Erik!" Harold exclaimed and hugged him, "Man, I haven't seen you in ages!" he exclaimed and ran a hand through his messy locks, "Where have you been?"

"Well, you know, over and under, here and there, everywhere and nowhere." He replied, "And I heard that you were getting married!"

"Well, finally, you got my invitation." He said and laughed, "So, how's the dealings lately?" he asked and Erik shrugged…

"Oh you know, just working for this big shot businessman, his name's Drake Blakes." Harold quirked up his eyebrow at Erik…

"Brake Dlakes?" he asked, mixing up the name, "What king of business?" Erik sighed…

"Drake… Blakes." He corrected, "You've clearly messed his name up, but anyway his business isn't as great as yours though." He said and clasped his hand around Harold's shoulder. "So tell me, when's the big wedding?" he asked and Harold rubbed the back of his head nervously…

"Well, we're still figuring that out." And they both stopped as they saw a vibrant girl running towards them, "Heather!" Harold exclaimed and Heather immediately clashed into him and they were both engaged in a liplock. "Well, that's new, what was that for?" he asked and she shrugged…

"Can't I kiss my fiancé without having reason to?" she asked and her gaze shifted to the man behind him, "Oh, I'm sorry for that bold action." She said blushing and Harold did as well, realizing Erik was still with them…

"Whoops, sorry about there," he apologized and Erik shook his head…

"No need to apologize for showing off love," he said winking at Heather, "Besides, she's a fine catch she is." He commented and Harold held a protective arm around her waist…

"Careful Erik," he said, "She's my girl." He said, a little too serious than he wanted and Erik back off for a moment…

"Whoa, didn't know I struck a nerve there," he sighed, "Look, I really was only joking Harold." He explained and Harold gave him a smile…

"Sorry," he apologized, "It's just," he gazed at Heather who was now leaning her head against his chest, "I don't know what I'll do if I lose her." He admitted and Heather gave him a peck on his cheeks…

"You'll never lose me Harold," she whispered, "I will always stick with you." Harold leaned his forehead against hers and tried to breathe in her scent. He'll never really get bored with her. She was just absolutely the most perfect girl h had ever met. Although he admits it wasn't always her…

-Later that night-

"What!?" exclaimed Harold as he faced both his parents, long with Heather right behind him, "But that's too soon!" he added, "Don't you think we're hurrying this up a bit?" he asked and Stephen waved off his concerns…

"Nonsense son, with love," he gazed at his wife who giggled, "Nothing is ever rushed or too late." Valerie nodded and went over to her son…

"Aw, come on son," she said and held his hands, "You both love each other right?" she asked and Harold sighed and nodded…

"Yes." He grumbled, "But why the sudden change of plans?" he asked, now softly, "I thought we agreed to do this like around next year so we have enough time to plan or everything perfectly."

"Ah," said Stephen after drinking from the glass of water he held, "Life's too short to waste son," he said and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Besides, I want to have grandbabies when I can still teach them some of your old man's moves!" Harold blushed, so did Heather and Stephen and Valerie let out a heartily laugh. Harold soon stared to join in the laughter along with his parents, and Heather soon followed afterwards. Harold looked around as he gazed over at the three important people of his life…

Yep, he wasn't wasting his life at all.

As soon as morning had struck, Harold was immediately up and about. He had gotten in the bathroom, and probably broke the fastest record he had in the shortest amount of time he had spent in preparation due to his excitement. He picked up his phone and began to dial Franklin, his best man, to inform him about the change of plans…

"Harold hey!" Franklin greeted, "What's up? Any new developments?" he asked, assuming it was business related…

"Actually, there has been new developments," he replied, "But not about business."

"Oh, the wedding then?"

"Yep." Harold said as he closed the door and switched the phone to his other ear, "It's been rescheduled."

"What? When?"

"Next week."

"Oh no…" Franklin grumbled in the phone, and Harold stopped walking, "There's a business meeting I have to attend to by next week, and I'll be gone by Monday, and I won't be returning until Saturday." He explained, "Who am I kidding? It's your big day, I should probably just can-"

"No!" Harold interrupted, "It's fine Frank," he said and sighed, "It's okay, I'll find another one eventually." He finished…

"Oh, thanks Harold, I'm really sorry. Hey, I heard Erik's in town, why don't you try him?" he suggested and Harold thought for a moment…

"Yeah!" he exclaimed, "I guess I could…" he immediately snatched up the keys to his car and went out of their front door, "I'll be going now! Bye!"

"Yeah, bye!" answered Franklin and Harold pocketed his phone back and tossed his case into the passenger's seat and started the engine to his car. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel before he stepped on the pedal and began to drive towards work…

Or he probably should call Erik for a moment…

His eyes were staring blankly towards the street as he was now headed home. Every single morning it was always like this, but right now, he just felt as if he couldn't move. He kept staring as he saw cars passed by and ignored him. It was the same as always, and right now the street looked pretty dangerous to him.

He could recall back in the good ol' days that he was as carefree as an untamed animal. But he was never alone before…

Unlike now. He looked towards the truck, it was still so far away, but he knew it was getting close. The street was empty, and there were still no other incoming cars just yet. He probably should go closer, but his feet stayed in place. Unbeknownst to him, someone was clearly looking at him.

She stayed right beside him, and noticed he was gazing at the street, when clearly they should be both passing by already. She didn't know why she even bothered, but she couldn't just possibly leave him alone not when he was in that kind of state. She looked over the highway and noticed here was an incoming truck. He was just standing by idly, but she had a pretty bad feeling about what he was about to do. She looked to the other way and realized that cars were starting to pass by already.

The truck on the other side was now speeding up, probably hoping to pass by quickly to avoid traffic. It was starting to get incredibly close already, when he moved…

Everything seemed to slow down now…

The car was honking for him to move, but he stood frozen on his ground as he stayed in the middle of the road. Eyes closed in a relaxing manner. Without thinking she immediately ran up beside him and just managed to pull him away…

The truck was a bit unfortunate as he swerved out of the way, to avoid hitting the suicidal man. He had managed to stop just in time, but the incoming cars had panicked, and their respective drivers did their best to stop the impact as they all stopped, turned left or right, but the collision was unavoidable. Some of them crashed into each other, and the other latecomers didn't have time to stop in time…

Another girl stood in the sidelines as she watched the disaster unfold in front of her eyes…

Unbelieving and incredibly pissed…

Harold was now scrolling through the contacts of his phone, when his trembling hands had let go of it. He cursed under his breath and reached out to it with his free hand, while his other hand was on the steering wheel, driving. He should have stopped when he picked up his phone, but by the time he looked back on the road, he didn't expect the accident and his hand jerked in panic and his car spun and crashed into the back of the truck and felt himself get thrown forward of his car as he landed on the road…

There wasn't much happening in the café that Astrid owned. She was by the office, sipping a cup of coffee as she scanned through her e-mails and typed down reports and all that. She twirled around in her seat and leaned her head back. She didn't get much of a good night's sleep last night, and frankly she was barely keeping herself awake. She heard a knock on the door, and realized who it just was, "Hey uncle Gobber." She greeted and the old man limped and sat on the couch in her office, "Something up?"

"Well," he said with his Scottish accent, "I do know when something's wrong." He stated and Astrid quirked up her eyebrows at him, "Come on lass, tell ol' uncle Gobber what's going on." Astrid sighed and buried her face in her hands and contemplated whether she should tell him or not. She looked back up and was just about to say something when her phone rang…

"Hold on," she said and checked the caller ID before answering it, "Heather what's up?" she asked. She heard muffled sounds and some sobbing before she bolted out of her office, leaving Gobber and the rest of the staff confused on her sudden departure…

She stepped on the pedal and rushed to the hospital that Heather had said. She got out of her car and went to the counter, "Hiccup- I mean, Harold, Harold Haddock please?" she said and the nurse typed on the monitor before looking back up on Astrid…

"Room 305." She said and Astrid nodded, turning to the direction of the room. As soon as she got there, she wasn't surprised to see his parents, Franklin, Erik, his cousin Steve, and Heather in the room already. Heather looked up and got up from her chair, tears still flowing and ran to hug Heather…

"Hey." Was all Astrid could say as she stared at Harold, his eyes closed with tubes and a monitor attached to him.

She wasn't used to seeing him like this.

Stephen shook hard, his hands running through his auburn locks and beard and paced around the room, "That is not my son!" he exclaimed, tears flowing down his face as he said it, "My boy's a fighter and it will take a whole lot more than just a car accident to put him in that state!" he exclaimed and Valerie bit back a wail as she saw the distress her husband was in, "That's not my boy…" he said sobbing as his voice broke down before he ran out of the room unable to bear the pain of seeing his son in a situation like that. Valerie sobbed all the more as soon as he left and hugged her son's lifeless body…

"Oh my baby…" she said, "My baby…" she kept saying like a broken mantra…

All Astrid could do was stand there, numb to everything around her. Her tear glands seemed to stop working, and she tried so hard to convince herself it was because she never really cared for him. But she knew that that was a lie. She does care, and she still does…

She just didn't think tears could do anything to save a life.

And that's the end of the first chapter…

Please tell me what you think… thank you very much…

And who do you think is that suicidal man? O.o