This is my firt How to Train Your Dragon fic, so I hope I can get this right. This is just a small prologue showing what happened to Hiccup's mother and why everyone hates him. Hope you like. :)
I don't own How To Train Your Dragon. :(
15 Years Earlier
"The baby was born healthy, but his mother is fading fast." The midwife told Stoic. The chieftain stared at the midwife in shock before rushing into the room his beloved wife was in.
Rosalind's reddish brown hair was limp and stuck to her head with sweat. Her skin was a sickly pale and her cheeks were sallow. Her breathing was shallow. Stoic rushed to her side and grabbed her hand.
"Rosalind, please stay with me." Stoic pleaded.
"Stoic, I loved you with everything I had. Please watch over Hiccup. I shall miss you." Rosalind raised his hand to her lips and gave it one finally kiss before setting it down and taking her last shuddering breath.
"Rosalind! No, please come back!" Stoic pleaded. He looked at her face. She looked so peaceful. He kissed her forehead and stood up. His eyes were cold and dead. The midwife walked into the room with the baby in hand. Stoic looked at the child.
"Hiccup, you have killed your own mother. You have been alive for no more than five minutes and you have already disgraced your name. You shall never become one of us." Stoic said to the newborn as the midwife gasped.
"I'm going out. Take care of that thing." The chieftain said gesturing toward baby. And with that Stoic left the house leaving a shocked midwife and crying Hiccup.
Did you like it? I tried my best to think of what Stoic would have said in a situation like this. I promise to update soon. :)
R & R please.
