Disclaimer: How To Train Your Dragon does not, nor will it ever, belong to me.
AN: Another tid-bit about Toothless. This time on the death of a loved one. CharacterDeath!
Was this grief?
This pain that tore through his heart with no bleeding wound? What this the pain that drove Frigg to have her mate Odin to send Hermod to Hel on his own horse, Sleipnir, and beg the release of Baldr from Helheim?
He didn't like it. Not one bit. But what could he do? The source of his grief was beyond his claws, his teeth and his flame.
And Hiccup ... How was his bonded taking this? The death of his mate?
Not well. He saw nothing of Hiccup in the tear-shedding green eyes. Nothing that made Hiccup ... Hiccup.
Softly whining he put his head in the limp hand of his bonded. He was here. He would always be here. He would not die and leave Hiccup to suffer this pain alone. That silent promise brought him up short as a new line of thought was opened to him; the thoughts of what may be.
He was a creature of the present that could look upon his own past, he'd never thought of that which was to come before. Before that night, he'd only known of Ragnarok, because that was a certain event to come to pass.
He looked at Hiccup again, then at Stoick holding the babe Astrid had died birthing. Both were different from the first time he'd seen them. Hiccup was taller, Stoick was becoming gray in the hair and beard; they were older ... Old things died, made way for the new.
Hiccup would die. Hiccup would leave him.
Unacceptable.
"These things happen sometimes son." The low voice of Stoick broke the silence, his eyes still on the burning boat being rocked by the waves. "'Tis the risk every woman knows and takes, to have life begin 'neath her breast."