A/N: I've been in a Oneshot mood lately.
This idea came up while I was listening to "Springsteen" by Eric Church. Yes, I am a huge country fan, I absolutely love the music. I'm not sure if this even has anything relative to the song (I think it does).
I hope you enjoy this, and Happy readin'!
Hiccup stared out at the forest below the cliff. The trees stood still, as if almost beckoning for him to walk through their clusters, explore their boundaries. He sighed and sat on the edge of the cliff, the green field of the tree tops and big hills stretching out on all sides, nothing more.
A whole year had passed. He had gotten used to sitting on this cliff in his free time, instead of training somewhere off with his father and two or three of Berk's greatest warriors. He sighed again, the serenity spread over the area, the birds chirping and once and a while a doe and her fawn sprinting over a hill, and vanish as quickly as they had come.
And he hated it. He hated it so much.
Alone for a year now, who wouldn't hate it? He even had to celebrate his rare leap year birthday alone with his dad and the few warriors, alone on the cliff. He was 17, alone, not even Toothless by his side.
He absolutely hated it.
The days treaded on, and he had lost count of the days he had left in this stupid Chief Training course every heir had to go through. In his mind, it had gone on long enough. His mind wandered to the last time he saw his friends...
The first person he thought of was Snotlout. He had to chuckle into the still air; he probably is still as hard headed as he was when he left. The night before Hiccup had left, the gang had gathered, and Snotlout seemed to have no reaction. He wasn't so sure about on the inside though; they were cousins after all.
The twins...they probably haven't change much either. He could picture them pulling just as many, maybe more, pranks on each other and the town. Their little gathering they paid no attention to, and were chatting about something else ways off. Probably just another argument.
He was snapped out of his quick trance by the sound of the men in the camp behind him shouting. He turned his head for a mere second, but quickly turned it back. He put his head in the palm of one of his hands, elbow resting on his knee. He looked back out at the dragonless wilderness, as a slight breeze picked up, ruffling through his slightly outgrown hair.
Getting back to the thought of his friends, he ignored the sounds of the Vikings shouting and yelling behind him.
Fishlegs may miss him; he was the closest thing to a friend before he met Toothless, back when he was 14.
Hiccup smiled, brushing a hand through his hair. Fishlegs was the only other absolute dragon-finatic than him, he was sure to miss having something chat with about them. No one else ever wanted to.
His thoughts suddenly veered to one person in particular he had missed...
He remembered that night, at the small gathering to tell them how he was going away for a while, and wouldn't be back for sometime. He hadn't been about to tell wether Astrid was sad, angry, or didn't even care. He wondered about now, if she was still the same brave Viking girl he'd known when he left. Or if she had missed him at all.
His shoulders slumped in annoyance.
Toothless...Toothless would be happy to see him. That he knew. He had constructed a new stirrup before he left, and had asked Astrid if she could ride him some time for him, so Toothless wouldn't be grounded for so long. He wondered if she ever did. Toothless would've missed him though. He just knew it. They were the best of friends, and friends can't just watch their friend go away without feeling the slightest bit of upset.
Ugh, why did he have to think of everyone; it only made his time at this terrible camp harder!
Mentally kicking himself, he stood up from his position on the cliff, and turned around to walk back,
when he saw his father standing there in front of him with a smile.
"D-Dad? What's up?" he asked, now completely confused. Stoick only smiled at him more, and Hiccup made a questioning gesture, as if asking, 'what now?'
His father walked up to him and gestured to the clearing behind him...where that camp was. Or now, used to be.
"Son," Stoick said with a smile, "We're going home."
The happiness Hiccup felt at that moment was incalculable...he was finally going home. Back to his family.
A/N: Short? Yep. Confusing? Yep. Sorry about that...
This is really short, I know, but I had the idea and I just had to write it down. I'd love to hear what you thought, though!
Thank you for reading, and have a great rest of your day, viewers!
-catz4eva101