Astrid sat in her room, her blue eyes staring at nothing in particular. It was dark and cold, it was quite..to quite for somewhere like Berk. They haven't had a dragon attack in a few days.

The days had seemed to grow long, and Hiccup still hasn't came back to the village. She was beginning to worry. Maybe he ran away, or maybe he just didn't plan on coming back.

She really messed up. And that wasn't like her at all.

Hiccup trusted her..so how could she betray him in such a cruel way? She needed to own up to her wrongs..

She was brought from her thoughts by a knock on her door.

Glancing up she watched her mom walk in, her mother had a deep frown as she carried a wooden plate with what smelled like fish and vestiges. Astrid wasn't hungry, if anything the smell was making her sick.

She looked away as her mother placed the plate down on her bed.

"Astrid eat." Her mother tried to demand, but it fell into a soft plea instead.

Her knees to her chest Astrid let out a small cry, that seemed to surprise her mother. It wasn't like her daughter to cry. At least not in front of anyone.

"Astrid-"

"I'm the worst Viking ever.." Astrid mumbled into her legs.

Her mother let out a breath. "Astrid you're the best Viking of your age." Her mother tried. Astrid shrugged. "Guess so." She replied, her voice low. "Guess I'm the worst person ever, the worst friend to ever exist.."

"Astrid-"

"I betrayed him! I practically killed his dragon..I killed toothless!"

"Astrid! Stop this right now! That's a dragon you're talking about." Her mother snapped out, her hands going to her hips as she glared down at her broken daughter. "That boy is messed up in the head. To befriend a dragon? It's...it's just wrong."

Astrid didn't care to hear her mother go on about something she didn't understand. Before she knew it she was on her feet walking to the door.

"Where are you off to?" Her mother cried as she twisted around to follow her daughter.

"To get my axe." Came Astrid's reply.

"But you haven't even touched your food!"

"Not hungry." They came to the front door and just as her mom was opening her mouth to talk; Astrid opened and slammed the front door behind her cutting her mother off.

She took off to the cove.

The woods weren't empty.

"Snotlout what are you doing here?" She called to the buff boy who was looking though the green grass. He looked up to his name being called, "Gothi." He mumbled going back to picking though the grass. "Wants some stupid stuff for her stuff she does."

Astrid didn't have time for this, she walked passed, hoping she could get away without another word. But this was Snotlout. "Wait up!" He called, tossing the greens he had aside. "Where you off to?"

She rolled her eyes not bothering to stop. "To find my axe.." and Hiccup. But she'd keep that to herself.

"Oh, you dropped it by the sad excuse of a chiefs son." He mused, coming to walk by her side. She wished she had her axe right at that moment, then they would be rid of one idiot.

"Shut up Snot."

"Hey, no need to get all prissy. Just stating the facts." He smiled not seeing the way Astrid was cleaning her hands. "Hey! Maybe Stoic will see who really deserves to be next chief...you know who that'd be Astrid?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Me! I'm the best! The strongest, and I don't go playing with men eating dragons!"

"Oh gods Snotlout, shut up!"

"Hey, just saying."

When they finally made it to the opening, Astrid paused, taking in a few breaths to calm her heart..she had to get Hiccups forgiveness, or at least bring him home..

"Why did you stop?" Snotlout asked as he pushed passed her and squeezed though the opening, Astrid was quick to follow.

Her eyes roamed until they came to the large dark figure of the dragon, the dragon who had allowed her on his back, the dragon who had become to trust her just as Hiccup had, the dragon that was now dead because of that trust they had in her.

She let out her breath, and pushed away the sting in her eyes. She had no right to cry. It was her fault after all.

Her eyes lowered from the dragons to another-smaller- figure.

Hiccup.

Who else would lay beside a dragon?

Snotlout stood where he was, at her side. He looked like he was ready for the dragon to jump up and attack, she ignored him and moved towards The smaller figure.

"Hiccup?" She called as she slowly moved. She stopped by her axe, looking down at it, she'd get it later. She looked from the axe to Hiccup.

He didn't move.

Asleep. He was asleep.

She moved forward again, and the closer she got the more scared she got..

Red..

Why was there red by Hiccup? By his head, on his...on his neck..

Heart racing she came closer to Hiccup and bent down at his side. "Hiccup?"

The blood wasn't his...

Her hand moved on its own, gently grabbing his chin-that felt far to cold- and turned his head.

She screamed.

She fell back, her hands quickly slapping against her trembling lips.

"N-no..." she mumbled into her hands. Snotlout rushed to her side and froze as soon as his eyes caught on to what she was looking at. "Oh Gods.." Came his voice. "I-is he..?"

Astrid snapped out of her fright and launched forward, her hands grabbing at Hiccup. "Wake up!" She cried out as her hands pressed down on the deep cut that crossed Hiccups pale neck..

To pale..he was to pale, and to cold.

She turned to Snotlout who's eyes were wide with shock. "Go get Gothi!" He didn't move. "Snotlout!" That got his attention, hIs eyes locked with hers. "Now! Go get Gothi!" With a quick nod, he twisted around and left.

Astrid, not knowing what to do let her tears fall and the cove was surrounded by her loud sobs. She shook Hiccup, called to him, and then she checked his pause...and then her whole world crumbled.

"Noooo-You-can't..Nooo!"

It felt to long since Snotlout left, time...they didn't have time!

"Astrid!?" It was Stoick's voice. She snapped around to stare, Gothi was at her side pushing Astrid to the side.

"No.." she turned at Stoick's broken voice. "Not my son..not mine.."

Gothi shook her head, her hands pulling away from Hiccup. "We're to late..he's already gone."

Astrid gasped.

"You didn't even try!" Yelled Stoick who stomped his way over to the little old woman. "Stoic, I'm sorry..he's gone." She repeated her eyes sad as she turned to look up at him.

He fell to his knees with a sob. "Not my son!" Gothi moved away as he reached out pulling his small boy into his arms. "What have I done..Gods...I did this."

Astrid cried, her sobs loud as she blamed herself.

"We should bring him back home. Get him cleaned up." Gothi mumbled placing a hand on the chiefs shoulder. "He deserves that much."

"H-he hated us.."

Gothi turned her eyes on Astrid with a frown.

Without a word Stoick stood on wobbly feet, his son laying limply in his arms as he turned and started for the entrance of the cove.

"Please don't take him!" Astrid cried out, getting to her feet and running after Stoick. "He wants to be by Toothless!"

Stoick rounded his face red in anger. "That demon killed my son!"

"No! We did - I did.."

"My son will not lay beside a demon for his resting place!" He yelled out his voice breaking at the end, it making both Astrid and Snotlout back up.

Before Astrid could say anymore, Stoick turned and left the cove, Hiccup in his arms looking way to small and pale.

She broke down, falling heavily on her knees; Snotlout was at her side, getting down to her level. "He trusted me!" She screamed out surprising the boy at her side. "I told him I wouldn't tell...he trusted me!"

"You shouldn't blame yourself Astrid.."

She turned on him glaring heavily at him. "I blame myself! I should of never told..they'd still be here!"

He frowned, and before he could stop it, he felt tears spilling over his own cheeks. "Gods...he's really gone isn't he?"

"It's my fault." She sobbed, "its mine.."

His head bowed, he reached over pulling Astrid to him to try and comfort her. If just a little.

They stayed like that for what seemed like hours.


When they got back to the village, she found the other teens.

"Was that Hiccup Stoick was carrying into his house?" Tuffnut asked when he spotted Snotlout and Astrid.

Snotlout didn't say anything, instead he walked passed everyone and went to his house where he slammed the door. The twins and Fishlegs flinched.

"So was it?" Ruffnut asked turning her attention on Astrid who only nodded as she too left to go into her own home. Unlike Snotlout she shut the door gently and went to her room, closing her door and collapsed on her bed where she cried until the next morning.

To quite. The village.

Where was the laughter?

Where was the singing birds?

The dragons?

Where was the early sound of hammering from the forge?

Where was her Hiccup?

"I killed him.." she said to herself, as she leaned at her window watching the quite village. "Him and Toothless..Gods..." she tried to keep the quiver from entering her voice. "Take it back..give me another chance.." her head lowered and for the thousandth time she cried.


Stoick stared at his son. The house was dark. To quite.

Hiccup laid on Stoick's own bed. His face was so peaceful, if not for the gash across his neck you'd think he'd only be asleep. If only it was that simple, if only that was the truth. If only he could reach over, gently touch his sons shoulder to wake him.

If only he could take everything back, he wanted to hold his child, he wanted Hiccup to feel it. He wanted to tell his son how much he loved him, and how sorry he was, that he was only trying to protect him from harm, he never meant to be so hard..

"Why didn't I just let him be him?" Stoick said, his large hand running though Hiccup's soft hair. "Why didn't I just stop? I should of listened before I killed the beast..you'd still be here..right?"

As tough as a Viking should be..he couldn't hold the tears at bay. He let them fall, he let them fall for his son, and for his wife who was probably so disappointed.

He was a horrible father. He told himself that everyday..

But now it really hit him. He failed not only his wife but his son, who needed him, wanted to be him..and then he found a path that was suddenly snatched away by the man who was supposed to be there, to support him.

"I did this.."

Stoick broke. He couldn't hold back the sobs.

The village couldn't help but hear their chiefs cries for his lost son.

Even the Gods seemed to cry, and Thor must be angry, with the lightning that seemed to try and strike their homes.

They've all failed.


He couldn't go..not to that, not to Hiccup's funeral. Snotlout was seated on his bed, his head resting in his hands. He was nothing but mean to his cousin. Hiccup hated him, he hated himself.

The door to his bedroom creaked open, his dad, spitelout walked in a frown on his face at the state of his son.

"It's time." He said before turning to walk back out.

"I can't..dad..not, not to Hiccup's.."

"I don't want to either, but he's my brothers son. We must go." He turned to glare at Snotlout. "So get up and come on!"

Not wanting to argue or look weak, he stood and followed his father.


The sky was dark with storm clouds, rain fell heavily on the crowded Vikings as they all stood watching as Stoick pushed the wooden boat into the ocean, the boat that held his son.

With a bow he raised it high, fire on the tip.

His son would go with a chiefs fair well.

Holding the tears, he took in a much needed breath pulled back the arrow then let it slip past his rough fingers.

It hit.

The boat became engulfed with fire.

And he could hear the sobs of the girl -Astrid was her name - behind him.

He watched the boat, he wanted to jump into the sea and bring his son back, to wake him up, to tell him it'd be okay.

To tell him he's okay..

That he's tough, that he's the best son Stoick could ever ask for.

"He was so smart." Gobber said though heavy tears, "such a good boy he was."

"Over a dragon, pathetic." Came Snotlout's voice, Stoick rounded on him an a instant and slammed his fist into his brothers face sending the other Viking back.

Spitlout glared at his brother as he held a bloody nose.

"D-don't you DARE speak of my son in that way! I will not hesitate to send you in the ocean to feed the fishes!" Without another word, Spitlout turned and stomped away.

Snotlout didn't care to follow, he instead stood still watching the boat, watching the fire consume the boy he used to tease and bully.

He didn't care anymore to hold back the tears.

By his side was Fishlegs who'd been crying ever since he had found out what had happened. The twins stood side by side, they looked so unlike themselves, so serious and broken.

Astrid was the worst, she stood at the edge of the beach, mumbling to herself.

Gobbler walked up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Toothless should be with him!" She cried out, pulling away from Gobbers hand and turning to the crowd of Vikings. Glaring. "Toothless! Its Hiccup's dragon! H-he should be with him!" Her voice broke as she pointed out to the boat. "They belong together!"

"Lass, its to late to have them together, Hiccups already-"

"Then go get him!" She paused. "No I'll get him! Get me a b-boat!"

"Astrid, stop." The chief came to her side. "I know..I should of, its to late."

She collapsed, looking to the sky she sobbed.

"I'm sooo sorry!" She screamed into the darkened sky, "Hiccup..Toothless forgive me! Please!"

Stoick turned away from the weeping girl, his own eyes casted to the sky. He hoped his son got to meet his beautiful mother.,he hoped too that they'd forgive him..cause the Gods know. He'd never forgive himself.


Well, here is the second part. I hope it does it justice!

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