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This one is pretty...deep, to say the least. I was rather bored, as you can tell, but read and see if you like it.
These are rated T for now for some mild violence, acid-trip-like plots and not-so-mild cursing. Maybe later it will change for the worst, because we all know that a bored teenage mind can get pretty...erm...creative.
He was dreaming. That was the only explanation.
He could feel fire. He was engulfed in it's lethal heat, but...but it wasn't harming him. It was also dark. Someone, a female voice, was shouting, and it sounded very much like they were shouting his name. His senses were too muddled...
"Hiccup?"
The voice was vaguely familiar, but he couldn't focus. There was a blindingly large amount of pain from his left leg, though it was mostly centered around his knee.
"Hiccup?"
He didn't answer. He was rendered totally immobile; nothing would move. All he could do was listen and feel.
He must have passed in and out of semi-consciousness, for when he heard the voice again it was softly crying in his ear. His pain was slowly receding, to be replaced by utter sorrow. The female sounded distressed beyond belief and he wished he could cry with her...but he was still immobile.
Hiccup wanted nothing more than to comfort the owner of the lovely voice. She sounded familiar and very beautiful, though how he could tell by the voice he didn't quite know himself. She gave another shuddering sob. Why is she crying? He wondered.
Then, almost too soft to feel, something brushed his lips. It felt as though she were kissing him...but one could only dream. Another sob came from her and made him want to break down and cry more than ever. He heard two damning words spill from her lips:
"He's dead."
No! No no no no! He struggled to stay conscious. He wanted to see the lovely girl, to show her that it wasn't true, but he was slowly slipping into darkness.
Then he woke up. Next to the girl from his dream. Three years later and three years of marriage, and she was still the same mysterious young girl.
Astrid was falling. Twice.
She was tumbling toward the rocky coast after Hiccup had saved her from the fiery fate of the monstrous Mother Dragon. The rocks must be 300 feet away...I'm dead.
Hiccup, please make it.
Astrid forgot she was falling toward the coast. All she thought about, as she sped to her death, was that she had truly fallen for Hiccup Haddock. As she physically fell, she thought about his kind face, his unusual amount of intelligence and wit, and the way he could make her smile even through her hidden pain. She thought about the amazing flight that they had taken the day before, when they sped through sunlit clouds of gold, watched the amazing lights of the night sky dancing above them...and held each other close for their first and probably only embrace.
She had repressed all loving thoughts towards Hiccup after that. She didn't want to become weak, or tender...she was a Viking, after all. But now, as her death was moments away, she let them flow freely.
His shaggy hair, which glowed under the setting sun...his calloused hand placed securely over one of hers, comforting her after the dizzying and frightening part of the flight...his vivid emerald eyes, adding the exotic touch she so admired to his defiant look. Astrid couldn't lie to herself; she truly, fully and completely -
"Ooph!" She had been expecting a horrid combination of broken bones and lethal cuts, not the view of the underside of a Night Fury.
"Didja get her?" The familiar voice from astride the dragon asked nonchalantly. Astrid loved how everything they did was no secret to the other, and soon enough Toothless' friendly face appeared. Astrid gave him a beaming smile as they sped through the foggy air, her leg being gripped firmly by her two-time savior.
She was tossed safely onto a huge boulder with a pristine view of the battle. As they sped away from her, she prayed to any and all gods that he would survive.
She left her heart and soul with him; she had never loved someone so much that she would pledge herself. With a final word she finished her thought, knowing that she fully loved this boy, and in a pent up breath she gave herself over to love:
"Go!"
She was dying inside.
Because Hiccup was dead.
Oh, by the gods...he's dead. He's...He was dead in her arms, that's what he was.
And there she sat. Hiccup lay limp in her arms, cuts scattered across his face and torn through his shirt...she also noticed that his left leg was broken severely.
"Oh, gods, no..." Her tears left little dark spots on his chest. One strand of his reddish-brown hair was in front of his eye, and she softly brushed it away. It was strange...she was paying attention to little details. Little details that she tried to use to distract her from the shards of her life that were being trampled underfoot by tricky Fate herself.
This was wrong. So, so wrong. The world wasn't right, like it was out of balance. In fact, that's exactly how she felt when vertigo shifted the world around her and she swayed. She wasn't going to stop it. She let her head fall to his still chest.
Astrid was reminded of the flight. Her hands, around that very same chest, had felt like it was their place. Especially when his hand caressed hers in the gentlest way. It was warm and supportive...unlike now, when she grasped his still hand.
She was sobbing now...it was wrong, it just was. Hiccup isn't supposed to be dead...it's Hiccup...
Again, the old cliché...he was too young to die. It wasn't fair...she listened to his heart.
Dead.
She felt for his pulse at his wrist.
Dead.
She felt just beneath his chin for any sign of a pulse.
Dead.
She felt her own pulse, pressed a hand against her own heart, everything.
Dead.
Then she woke up, next to a warm and very alive Hiccup. Three years wasn't long enough to forget that moment, but three years of marriage was enough to make up for it.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, troll me for it in the reviews.