The smoke was everywhere.
It was like an impending storm, ready to invade her lungs and take her breath away, but she did not care. /spanA stinging sensation filled her nostrils and eyes, but she kept on relentlessly pushing forward through the thick, poisonous fog. Frantically, her eyes roamed the battlefield, on which a battle had just been raging on a minute ago.
Oh Gods, save him, she pleaded desperately as she searched.
Dread was settled deep in the pit of her stomach and she could practically feel sobs perched on her tongue, ready to be let out in a horrifying and strangled manner. Her eyes searched for any sign of him, but to no avail. There was nothing. Nothing at all that indicated he was there, alive, well, okay. The smoke cleared ever so slightly, letting her barely spot a black speck in the endless heat of fire and dancing particles of ash. Toothless, she thought, letting a breath out, she hadn't even realized she had been holding in.
She stumbled forward, her legs shaking and tired, aching and her stomach churning. She ran and ran nearer, carefully making sure to not trip over the remains of the gigantic dragon that had almost destroyed them.
"Where is he?" she frantically asked the dragon, who, of course, could not answer. She stopped in front of the dragon, her eyes searching for a figure perched upon the saddle decorating the black scales.
The saddle was empty.
Astrid stumbled back, gasping in a breath.
She felt utterly numb.
He...
She felt tears stream down her face, eyes burning and the salty liquid met her gtongue, her nose running.
"No," she muttered and shook her head in denial.
She screamed out.
Guttural sobs wracked her body, tears streamed down her face as she screamed and shrieked and cried. She barely registered how the animal before her cried out, as if crying with her. She looked into those green eyes. Those green eyes, that were so much alike Hiccup's.
"I hate you! You useless monster! Why didn't you save him?! How could you let this happen?!" she wrangled out at the reptile, but she knew the hate she was feeling was't for the unholy offspring, but for the world, the beast of a dragon called 'Red Death', her friends, her tribe, her chief, herself.
Even Hiccup.
She hated him for being amazing, for taking a piece of her with him into Valhalla, for being so damn heroic and selfless.
For saving all, but himself.
This could be the first chapter of what might be a two-shot, if you guys want it to be! Hope you enjoyed it and be sure to let me know what you thought of it!
-flaminia