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Disclaimer: I do not own How to Train Your Dragon. As in: Neither the intellectual property of the books or movies.
A warning for death that occurs.
The dragon, as dark as night with a soul just as dark, falls down…down…down. But his soul longs for revenge, tainting it, staining it. It is not as dark as Vikings say, but it's about to be, with the lust for revenge it is having.
He sees a boy, or at least a very small man, near a contraption. Another dragon is going there, so he screeches a warning, about how he'll kill it. Because:
He's mine.
And then the falling dragon fires, hurtling to his own death.
He hears it before he sees the fireball. The call of the Night Fury. He ducks, and sees movement. Hiccup sees the Monstrous Nightmare fly away, and breathes a sigh of relief, when he hears it. Wait a minute, the Night Fury! A long, low, whistling sound that sounds like a...he looks to the sky, and sees the fireball.
Stoic saw the charred area, but there was no body. Nothing. Just a black hole. Oh Hiccup, why?
Why did you leave safety? He searches for anything, anything at all. Still nothing.
"Stoic, there's nothing ye can do. He's gone, "Gobber the Belch said. Stoic sighs.
"Yer right…" And he walks away, looking to see if Hiccup hadn't been there, if it was some other Viking. But the hope is in vain.
Hiccup had been burned to ashes.