Setting: Pre-Movie
Hey guys! 2nd story on here :D I noticed a severe lacking in suicide HTTYD fics . so I'm making one myself :D C'mon this is just too easy 3
"Oh, yeah, lots of time alone by himself, empty space, and sharp objects. What could go wrong?"
Stoick's eyes flashed with pain, anger, and guilt. "Don't remind me, Gobber."
"You need to wake up and smell the blood, Stoick. You NEED to talk to 'im! You know what he said when I brought him home? 'He never listens to me and when he does, it's always with this disappointed scowl, like someone skimped out on the meat in his sandwich.' And THEN he said 'I just want to be one of you guys…' and trudged inside. I'm tellin' you, Stoick, that boy needs you or some kind of friend!"
"I got a whole village to run, Gobber! What am I supposed to do, let the village rot just to talk to my son?"
"That's EXACTLY what you need to do. For all we know he could be hangin' from the ceiling, AGAIN, right now!" Stoick's eyes widened.
BAM! "Hiccup? You in here son?" Stoick searched frantically throughout the… house… thing… for his angsty son. The door to Hiccup's room creaked open. "Hic-"
Blood all over the floor. Rope hanging from the ceiling. An over-turned chair.
"-Cup…"
Cuts on arms, some not so fresh. Pale skin derived of what color it had. Empty toxic eyes. A small smile. Rope around neck.
"Oh… Odin no… NO!"
Guilt. Anger. Heartbreak. Desperation. DENIAL.
"So, Gobber, how did he do today?"
The blonde Viking managed a small smile, knowing how pointless it is to remind Stoick that Hiccup was gone. Forever. "The boy's doin' great, Stoick! Best apprentice I've ever had!"
Stoick let loose a hearty laugh. "Well, he's not fighting dragons, but at least he has SOMETHING goin' for him!" With that, he left and Gobber sighed.
"First try by knife. Second try by rope. Third time by both…" He looked into the starry sky. "I guess the third time really IS the charm…"