Just a little one shot for each of the main viking teens in How to Train your Dragon. First up is 7 year old Hiccup and how he felt after his mothers death whilst finding comfort in an unlikely friend. Have fun reading!
The day I lost my mother, no matter how young I was, made me realise the importance of this war, the reality of this never ending fight. It frightened me, more than I cared to admit. I cried for nights on end. I didn't care if was some crazy Viking weakness to show tears, I was seven and had just lost one of the most important people of my life.
I'd tell you that I didn't leave the house for days, but then I'd be lying. The one thing that terrified me more than my mother's death was my father's rage. He thought it was his fault she was dead. He'd be crying one night and wrecking the house the next. That's why I spent most of my time at the cliff that overlooked the vast blue sea; Looking at the sparkling water as the sun set was magical. It made me forget everything, and that's all I cared about.
Because sitting there, looking at the calming waters that surrounded Berk washed away my fears. I could sit there and cry all day long and no one would bother me, no one would care about me showing weakness. Not even the other Viking kids.
There was one girl though, who would walk up to me just before dusk and watch the sunset with me. She always stayed silent, respecting me and my loss. Never did she cough or yawn or sigh. She just stood there, watching the day end as I cried my heart out to magnificent blue sea.
One day, the day when I asked her what her name was, I saw the pity in her eyes. It made me angry at first, just like it made my father angry when people tried to talk to him these days. But then, just as I was pulling back my weak and scrawny fist, she got there first, punching the arm that I hadn't raised.
"Ow!" I whinged, rubbing the sore spot on my arm and glaring at the girl. "What was that for?" I snarled but she seemed unfazed by my anger. She softened her gaze, a small smile creeping onto her face.
"You were going to punch me. Just thought I'd knock some sense into you first." She chuckled softly, and somehow seeing her smile made me happy too. It was like it was contagious. And then, something I never would have expected happened. She hugged me, patting my back softly in a comforting manor. I found myself resting my head on her shoulder, finding comfort in my silent friend.
She broke the hug, moving away slowly as if I was fragile and going to break at the slightest bit of movement. I couldn't really blame her, I felt like glass that was ready to break. "And what was that for," I asked.
"Comfort. That's what friends do, right?" The way she said it, so simple yet so complex at the same time, made me wonder if that was the reason I fell in love with her. But without a second thought she turned away. She started walking away, only to turn around and face me one more time, her face more serious. "By the way, I'm Astrid."
I blinked, stunned for a moment. She turned to leave again but I ran up to her and caught her arm, spinning her around so I could flash her a light, toothy smile.
"I'm Hiccup. Thanks, Astrid… for everything."
I know Astrid kinda hates hiccup in the film, but I was thinking why couldn't they be friends when they were younger? So Kid Astrid is comforting Hiccup. However, there will be a reason as to why she's so cold to everyone and that will be shown in her reaction to her parents deaths and how she copes with it. Next up will be Fishlegs' feelings on losing a parent. Imaginary cookies to everyone who reads this, and until next time, see ya!