This came to me as I watched the end of HTTYD- finally. I was just bored and felt the need to write. I thought- what if Hiccup can't remember? Then it went from there. I don't own anything. Was written quickly with no proof-reading. First fic for this fandom.
Hero.
That word was whispered, cheered and cried wherever I went, a title of honour, one that automatically gave me respect and power. People cheered for me and followed me, trusted me because of that one day I risked my life for them.
But can you still be a hero when you don't remember what made you so? Am I still a hero if I don't remember how I lost my foot or why the girl I liked kissed me? I've heard stories, recounted many times by my friends and family, but it doesn't seem real. Everyone says I did these things, these amazing things beyond my imagination, but how can I be sure if I have no memory of them?
At night, as I am lying in my bed watching the fire, I wish I could just be Hiccup again, that little boy who couldn't fight dragons, because at least I know that person. But I'm not, that title was taken away from me because of one moment of rash behaviour and luck, and now I'm a hero for my people, the one who united dragons and Vikings and I don't even remember how. I lie on bed and stare at the fire, Toothless breathing calmly beside me and all I want is to be normal.
Because, really, I'm not a hero.