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Hiccup sat on his bed, the moon casting his room in shadows.
He hadn't been able to get a good night sleep ever since he won the war against Drago.
Well, who could after watching your own father die right before your very eyes?
At first he had blamed Toothless, then he blamed Drago
And now he blamed himself.
If he hadn't ran off. If he hadn't gone looking for Drago. If he hadn't tried to convince him.
Then maybe he would still be alive.
Hiccup lied back down, his head resting against his soft pillow, as tears began to once again blur his vision.
He closed his eyes, refusing to let them fall.
No point in thinking of what ifs. Whats done is done.
And it'll haunt him for the rest of his life.
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Valka couldn't sleep.
She was lying on the bed that once was her husbands, staring at the wooden roof above her.
The moon lite up the room with it's milky white glow, the only light in the utter darkness.
Of course she was upset with her husbands sudden death, she loved him. And he loved her.
But no matter what, she just didn't have the soul to blame her sons dragon. And she would never have the soul to blame her son.
She only blamed herself.
Stoick nearly died because she couldn't kill a dragon, 20 years ago.
And now, she comes back and he dies.
Valka turned onto her side, facing away from the moons beaming light.
She will never love anyone as a husband, but Stoick.
And she will wait for the day she joins him.
Even if it means until Death grasps her soul.
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Toothless can't sleep.
He was sitting on the roof of the Haddock Household, staring up at the bright white light that was the moon.
He hasn't been able to sleep ever since that plasma blast left his throat.
He was swarmed with pure and utter guilt.
The broken family was finally fixed, only for him to shatter it again.
But, this time... it can't be fixed.
It was like a priceless family vase was knocked over by a black cat with green eyes.
But a life is even more priceless.
He'll never forgive himself for what he's done.
In life and in death.
Never.
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Stoick looked down upon them from the clouds of Valhalla.
His son blames himself.
His wife blames herself.
His sons dragon blames himself.
But, the only one to blame... is him.
He made his choice, he took the blast.
It was him who pushed Hiccup out the way.
It was him who ran at top speed towards them.
And it was him... who feels the most guilty.
But, he can't come to regret his choice fully.
His only regrets... was putting his family, his people, in so much pain.
But, no matter what...
He'll always be proud of his son...
What do you think? I've been meaning to do a HTTYD 2 fic, but I wanted to wait a little while later so less people will have not seen the movie.
R&R please!
NightFury999 out!