Chapter One: Realizations
"Toothless where did you go? TOOTHLESS!"
The snow beneath his feet got torn up like a blanket, tumbling off his feet the snow swallowed him like a dragon swallowing fish. Everything went dark, flailing only made it worst as snow began to flow into his mouth, filling his throat he could not even cough.
He remained stationary as the cold began to fill his body, no longer could he feel his hands, feet, or even nose. Even so he could feel the blood dripping from his appendages, snow began to turn crimson as it melted.
Through the pain and agony the child could feel his eye lids beginning to close as his lungs refused to bring in air. Slowly his eye lids slid, but each time he would jolt them open, someone had to come eventually right? Even with his cold determination his eye lids fell, a cold embrace larked over him as all pain had diminished leaving the child weightless as he drifted off.
Slowly large green eyes opened as everything was still covered in a blanket of darkness, reaching out his hands each finger offered a crack whenever they fidgeted. Light headed and cold, he reached out towards the surface the second one finger met the air a dull ache arose. Pushing the snow aside the child slowly sat up, instantly dazed by the light, it felt like twenty years since he had seen daylight.
Ruffling his hair with his right hand he instantly stopped as the dull pain began to take over his hand. Staring down his fingers were purple and black even the nail, puffed with cuts and bruises, blood covered his palms.
Throwing himself back in a vain attempt to escape this reality, bring both hands up both were the same. But at a closer look his blood had frozen, his nails black and cracked even had frozen blood emerging.
His brain had split in two, the reality of his hands had yet to seep in, he simply sat there rolling his hand back and forward examining both cracked sides. Moving from his left to right hand he allowed his left to support his face only to jolt back again.
His face was equally as cracked, his nose felt cracked and covered in frozen blood he could only imagine what it looked like. His lips felt cracked and fractured as the taste of blood lined his mouth. Cracks lined the sides of his mouth as his cheeks felt sunken.
Flakes of skin fell to the snow beneath, but moving from his state of being his mind instantly jumped to back home. Was his father worried? What about Toothless was he alright? And Astrid was so going to kill him once he got back.
But which way was home, where was he? Glancing left and right h was in an unfamiliar area, sloping hills covered with snow, large oak trees covered in icicles, and a frozen over pond.
But nothing could be gained from remaining stationary, raising to his feet each joint crackles under his weight. His clothing which was drenched in ice and blood cracked breaking from the position they had remained at for the duration of being beneath snowTaking one step forward he noticed his singular boot was missing, his right foot was just as bruised, bloody, and cracked as his hands. Sighing to himself he reverted his gaze upward, if he didn't stare down at his hands or foot he could continue forward without a thought.
But where was he? This mysterious land form bear no remembrance in his head, just why was he here? Wind rustled above head as a dragon black as witching hour soared by taking out a pillar with a plasma blast as he passed.
"TOOTHLESS!" the teen called with no response
The dragon simply continued on his path, but where there is a dragon there must be home. Instantly breaking into a quicker pace the snow beneath his feet began to crackle, though if it was the snow cracking or the blood off his foot was a mystery.
His running was put to a quick halt as a body of water stood between him and the continuing dragon. The murky water below gave an uninviting glare beneath its icy crest, shuffling his one organic foot forward he let a small amount of weight fall on the ice.
The ice refused to give way as the boy put his small amount of weight back on the icy cover, looking straight ahead he could see the outline of what he wanted to call home.
The sunlight began diminishing as torch light lined the streets and paths, dragons were returning to their stables as humans scuttled around finishing the remaining chores left over from the day.
The teen watched from afar, something in the air seemed different but he just did not know what. As he was just about to continue to the village's square he noticed someone familiar, just landing was a tall and stocky young women with a long golden braid. Her eyes shined like sapphires outlined by long dark brown lashes. The dragon she rode was a small and thin Nightfury with soft toxic green eyes.
"Astrid?" the teen called out
The blonde raised her head peering left and right before reverting her gaze back
"You coming?" the blonde called
"Astrid whats going on?' the teen asked
"I said come"
A null pain arose as half frozen sand was forced against his cut foot, water sprayed as the Nightfury trampled through the puddle walking aside the blonde rubbing against her.
As the endless sand continued darkness engulfed the trio as the air became thick and cold, frost nipping at your nose as an endless stream of chills sporadically traveled down your spine.
The surrounding wind began to force itself against the blonde throwing her back a few feet, but thankfully her walk was over. Dropping to her knees she stared forward before opening her mouth
"Hello Hiccup…" she began
"uhh Astrid..?" the teen asked
"Its been a while hasn't it?"
"I suppose…I don't really know"
"I'm really sorry, life's just been getting in the way"
"Astrid what is going on?' he asked
The blonde did not answer for her sobs filled the night,
The Nightfury slowly stumbled to the blonde rubbing against her in an attempt to comfort the girl
"I've been taking care of Toothless…" she said between sobs
"Just like I always said I would"
"Astrid...?" the teen asked confused
Walking over to the blonde he kneeled beside her a tad off put by her ignorance to his presence, reaching out a quivering hand he placed it on her shoulder only to have his hand completely fall through. Attempting this action again it seemed his hand only fell through again, his eyes grew wide in disbelief. This had to be a trick conjured by Loki, this just had to be false.
He remained silent, what use was it now, unable to touch, talk, or even comfort her. Not to mention that he himself was unable to speak even if he wanted to, why couldn't he touch her or be heard by her? Was it like this to everyone or just Astrid?
The Nightfury let out a large warning growl, head perked paying full attention to something.
"Whats wrong boy?" Astrid asked wiping her tears away
His large toxic eyes were set straight forward, as if peering into the auburns soul. He stood his ground in a protective stance as if he was about to strike. Holding onto a prayer that his dragon could see him the auburn reached out a hand, only to be disheartened once the dragon retorted in disgust.
"Okay, okay boy let's get going then" the blonde said wiping away her final batch of tears and in a flash the two were gone
The auburn remained stationary shocks grip tied him to the ground, unable to move forward or back simply staring at the ground. Reverting his eyes to what the blonde was staring at was truly alarming
Here lies Hiccup Haddock III
The boy who drove our island into a new age
He shall be missed
80x-8xx
He was dead? No this could not be for he felt alive, he could feel the ground beneath his feet he could feel the air running through his lungs. One who is dead would be unable to feel those things, right?
His eyes then traveled to a small puddle of water which revealed his reflection, jumping back at first for what he saw was a monster.
A purple and black nose with busted blood vessels, dark sunken eyes with no sign of life, cuts and bruises almost as common as his freckles, his lips bruises black and purple. Cracks lined the sides of his lips, snow stuck permanently on his nose, lips, eye brows and hair.
He looked much older than his sixteen years his sunken eyes, cheekbones, and dead eyes, the crackled skin which not preoccupied his under eyes and mouth gave the illusion of wrinkles. How did this even happen?
The realization slowly began to seep in taking him over and leaving him lifeless, as if he was frozen to the ground. Digging his fingers into the soil assuring it was still there, his head was circling becoming lighter and lighter by the moment. As if he would find himself feet above the ground at any moment, if his hand fell through Astrid what else could he fall through.
A tear left his cheek but seemed to evaporate by the time it reached the ground, chocking on his own sobs in an attempt to quiet his torment, this proved less than successful.
The air dropped a few degrees as a shadow draped over his grave, air thick and metallic as if biting his lip. Peering left and right he stiffened the second he felt a cool air wisp down his neck, jolting upright he spun around.
"Who's there?!" he yelled out voice still shaken
Black sand begun swirling around him, glistening in the silver moonlight it crawled its way up the auburns arm. Slithering like a snake in the night, the sand instantly went brittle locking the boy stationary.
"Ehh?' he asked pulling against the sand
The midnight coloured shackles remained stationary giving no leeway, slowly closing its grip on the teen's arms. Spikes impaling his flesh forcing what non frozen blood it could from the gaping wounds.
Thrashing against the spikes only cut deeper into his flesh, staining his clothing crimson. His eyes dashed back and forward, as his heart was thumping against his rib cage feeling as if it would crumple at any moment.
A bright light emerged cutting the darkness in half as the midnight coloured shackles turned to ice before cracking and crumbling towards the ground. The auburn sat back in shock, staring blankly at the ice crystals hanging at his knees.
"Just a runaway nightmare they tend to do that"
The auburn jolted at the upcoming voice, standing behind him or rather floating was a teen who looked a few years older than him. Skin pale as the moon with hair white as freshly shed snow, his eyes were an icy blue as if the ocean had frozen over. An old and worn staff lay in his right hand adorn with snow, even his cape was covered in freshly fallen snow.
The boy had soft eyes with long pale eye lashes and curved lips which were currently curved into a gentle smile. He carelessly floated a few feet away, awaiting the auburns answer
"Who are you?" the question escaped the auburns lips before he could even register it
"The names Jakul Frosti, but to you I'll be Jack"
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Love Luna