-Father -

Berk was unreasonably cold around this time of year. Only recently had Hiccup Horrendous Haddock shown his people a new way of life by ending the war between man and beast. This once wimpy little embarrassment, tamed a dragon… befriended him. He set an example for the Vikings that once berated him. Alot of things changed on Berk, including the weather.
However, the December air brought something other than cold to Berk's shores-

-Grief.

Hiccup could distinctly remember the look on Gobber's face as he stood just outside the front door of Hiccup's home. And asking "What's going on?" Didn't calm any thickness in the air.
Shoving past the larger male, who didn't bother to put up a fight, the brunette hurried through his small home. "Dad!?" He called.

Stoick was fine.
He was standing, as mighty and tall as ever. Hauling a weapon over his shoulder and preparing to head out. Hiccup's heart almost felt at ease.
Almost.
There was something off. Hard to tell beneath a fit of man hair and a harsh demeanor, there was a paleness. Hiccup frowned. Stoick refused to address it. Shoving past and exiting the home, leaving Hiccup staring at the only viable "doctor" in Berk.
"Please tell me there isn't something bad going on, here." But there was. Stoick was sick. And being the mighty Viking chief he was, he refused to show any weakness. Only, the thing about terminal illness is ignoring it won't abolish it.

Hiccup didn't cry. He sat on the edge of a lonely rickety dock, staring at the still winter waters. Behind him Toothless purred and cooed in worry. Pacing up and down, eager to know what put his rider in such a state of silence. Eventually the obsidian dragon's prancing ceased, and he settled to lay and curl up behind Hiccup.
The boy's mind was fairly empty at this moment. He didn't know what to think. His father could be gone soon. Stoick, the man with the harsh loving. Was it against Viking custom to say he loved him? If he had to stare at a fading face when Stoick is submitted to his death bed, Hiccup knew the words would spill out regardless.
'I love you dad, even if I'm not the son you've always wanted.'
No flowers at his bedside, Stoick would chuck them out the window… flowers…
Hiccup slowly raised his head in rememberance. He couldn't remember when, but he had once read of a story… about a flower. One that could rewind aging, and cure sickness. The story seemed far fetched at the time… But now?

That's when people start to look for a miracle.

'Everyone, Dad,

I'm going to fix this.
I'll be back as soon as I can.

- Hiccup '

Was all the letter tapered to the door of the grand hall said. No one would know where to even begin looking for Hiccup, because only Hiccup knew which way he was going.

Into the air.
Overseas.

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Hello there, this fic originally started on Tumblr and I have decided to post it to fan fiction because there's A LOT of chapters and it's hard to find them all on my blog. Feel free to stop by anyhow and submit asks if you like.