Title = Sorrow
Word Count = 347
Summary = Hiccup watches as his father places the first handful of ceremonial dirt over the grave of his beloved.
"We're all dying by degree."
It was bound to happen eventually, Astrid was always saying. As soon as she did however, Hiccup was quick to reply that it didn't have to be soon. His luck that the one time he didn't, it occured two days later.
She had fallen and with Stormfly not being anywhere near, there was nothing that could be done aside from everyone else finding her body a few hours later when she never turned up. Once again it was Hiccup's luck that it was him that found her first and not Fishlegs or Snotlot. The twins of course having no hope and by the time that Hiccup got back to the village fully panicking, they hadn't even taken off yet. Instead they were praticing throwing each others heads to the ground.
Hiccup went straight to his father and told him what he had seen. The tears had been threatening and when Stoick had seen his son he had raced to his dragon.
The one thing that Hiccup had never wanted to see was his father confirming that Astrid was indeed dead and then pick her up gently and place her on the back of his dragon.
But now he was here. At her grave. Watching everyone place a handful of dirt over her, not yet placing one himself. After two hours the torture ended and Hiccup started his job. He picked up the stones that had been placed next to him before carrying them to her grave. He started placing them around her grave and only stopped when Toothless, whilst crying dragon tears sneezed and blasted out a small plasma bolt at a rock and took off a section from it.
After he had finished Hiccup stepped backwards to see if he had successfully made the shape of a boat. It was perfect except from the stone that Toothless had sneezed on. It was a hiccup.