Hiccup never left the workshop, nowadays. No one questioned him, or bothered him. They left him to his own devices. That's what he deserves, he needs peace for now.
'He's going though a tough time,' They'd say, 'it's just the mourning process.'
Just one month ago, his best friend, Jack Overland Frost, was killed in a terrible accident.
The building was crumbling. There were ambulances and police cars everywhere. People rushing into the flames to save someone they love, or just being kindhearted. But Jack was too deep inside, beyond any saviours treading.
He knew he was dying. He sat crumbled in the smoke and debris that had already done damage enough to him. Deep, deep cuts from the collapse, smoke inhalation, and fear. Fear was worst feeling out of all of this. Hiccup was somewhere in this building, too. He could only pray that, even if he died, that Hiccup would be safe. Because he was his best friend. His only friend. And with that final thought, the ceiling came crashing in.
"Hiccup? Hiccup? Come out of there, please..." Astrid knocked on the door, having not seen her friend in more than a week.
"...you okay? I'm coming in..." She pushed on the door, only to find it was locked.
"I'm fine. I'm not finished yet. You can't come in yet." His words croaked out of his vocal chords, as if they haven't been used in days.
Astrid sighed, decided she could wait, and walked home.
Hiccup was better than fine. He was working. Sure he hadn't eaten or showered in a while, but hey, he was great. Metal work and inventing was what he was raised by.
His newly prosthetic foot made his leg ache as he walked about his workshop, but this was more important. It was bigger than his pain.
"Soon, Jack...soon you'll be with me again..."
AN Wow I suck
Im trying for like a full length ficcy but woah
i cant d o things
should i continue or?
its rated m because this is going to be very...graphic in lotsa ways
like smut and violence hahaha *im sorryyyy*
so yeah
short
chapter
as
yes
its 3 am
leave me alone