A/N: So, this is my newest story. I watched HTTYD three times within the last three days. It's only gotten better, really. I made it to this scene and a few months back, I realized that in that moment in the Kill Ring, Hiccup is literally held back by Astrid and he's fighting her every step of the way. Like, legit, 'let me go, I want to get to my dragon!' type fighting her.

And he's not being rough with her, either. He's very gentle but firm (not like he needs to be with someone as tough and strong as she is), just like he is with words whenever he's trying to convey something to someone who he's sure won't understand. Anyway, all-around, I just loved that, the way Hiccup was fighting her, gently but putting enough spirit into it to let her know, 'hey, let me go, I want to get to Toothless, no, I need to get to Toothless.'

It's a very powerful thing, actually, Hiccup's friendship with Toothless. Like, when I first watched the movie I just enjoyed their playful banter and the little things, like Toothless slapping Hiccup's face with his ear. xD And then, re-watching it, I understood Hiccup better, I understood Toothless better and I even understood Astrid better. Wow, long AN. So, I'm sorry. xP Just, like, read now.

P.S: Ending was a little rough. It didn't feel right, ending it on the line of 'his pain was mine now, too.'


It was the hardest thing I'd ever had to do.

But I did it anyway and I tried to be calm and keep a level head, so Hiccup would be calm now, too.

He fought tooth and nail against me and though I'd always thought him weak and runty, he was pretty damn strong!

He struggled against me for ten long minutes as they chained Toothless up, muzzled him, punched him on the scaly ebony snout and looked at him for several long minutes, as if trying to figure out what to make of him, and what to do with him.

"No, please, just don't hurt him!" he begged, still fighting me, struggling to get to his dragon, my arms the only restraint.

I felt like sobbing for them, this pair in front of me, because his pain was mine now, too.

And still I held him back as the chief turned his burning gaze on his son. "Put it with the others." He whispered.

Hiccup was dragged away by his dad, being held by the collar of his vest, much like he had the night Hiccup claimed to have shot down the Night Fury.

Isn't fate artistic?