"Hiccup!" Astrid gasped, the air escaping her lungs. She could barely breathe as she bent down and started to dig through the rubble.
Gobber did this too, hoping that his apprentice was alright. Stoick snapped to attention and started in on the rubble as well. They were all frantically throwing things aside, until they met ground.
"Huh?" Gobber wondered out loud. "Where'd the lad go?"
Astrid stared in disbelief. He should've been there!
"Keep digging!" She ordered, much more aggressive than usual. "He's got to be here somewhere!"
She kept at it, her muscles growing weak and numb as she did so.
Stoick grabbed the young one's arm, trying to be gentle, but still firm. Tears shown in his green eyes. "It's . . . He's gone," he said, choking back his sobs.
Astrid fell to the ground, crying. Gobber wrapped an arm around her, her parents running up.
"We heard Astrid scream. What happened?" Her mother, Violetta, asked.
She saw her daughter and fell beside her, one hand on Astrid's back and the other holding her daughter's elbow. "Honey, what happened?"
Astrid's sobs began to excel in volume. She turned to look at her mother, her tears streaming down her face and onto her clothes.
"Hic . . . Hic . . . up . . . sa-saved . . . me . . ." her voice cracked and wavered, leaving her answer unrecognizable. Violetta looked to Gobber, who was the most calm, tears barely showing.
"Hiccup saved Astrid. But not before . . . before . . ." Gobber tried to speak the last words, but, thankfully Astrid's father finished for him.
"It fell on him," he said. Astrid's father, Stephanio. was always brief and to the point, no matter the situation. He said what he meant and meant what he said, some people learning that the hard way.
Gobber nodded, a few tears making their way down his cheeks.
Stoick couldn't take this anymore. He had just lost his son. But, how could he just . . . disappear? Stoick shook the idea from his head as he left. He made his way down towards the village. Then he stopped. What was that sound?
A small, almost mute buzzing sound was emitted around him and the village. Before anyone knew what was happening, a strange light covered them. It wasn't bright, but it wasn't dull. More like, a faint neon. It was all colors, including some they hadn't seen before.
When the light vanished, Stoick saw that he, Gobber, Astrid and the other teens were all set carefully in the room, while the rest of the village ended up on top of each other. The seven in the corner cover their laughter very well, only giving a few snorts or chuckles.
"Where are we?" Fishlegs asked, looking around.
"Aw, is wittle Fishwegs being a big ol' scaredy-cat?" Snotlout asked in a small baby voice.
"Nice impression of yourself, Snot," Astrid said, giving him a punch in the arm, her eyes immediately dry with anger.
Snotlout looked at her curiously. "Why were you crying?"
Tuffnut decided to pipe up, but with the one question she didn't want to answer. The one question. "Where's Hiccup?"
Stoick had left with Gobber to make sure that everyone was fine; being crushed by multiple Vikings had to hurt. One was enough, but almost ten? Yeah, normal people would've died. But Vikings were tougher than normal people, so they had a different point of view.
Astrid's eyes began to water, but she quickly wiped them away. "I dunno."
Fishlegs eyes her suspiciously, then a light went on. "Oh, no . . ."
Astrid nodded, knowing Fishlegs was smart enough to know, but not mention it. His eyes started to water.
"Are you . . . crying?" Ruffnut asked, smirking. She stared as Fishlegs turned away.
"Yes, yes I am."
Astrid decided that enough was enough. She felt her face burning red, from holding in her tears and from anger. "THAT'S ENOUGH!" she burst, startling everyone in the room. Snotlout even looked scared.
"HOW? HOW DO YOU NOT GET IT? HE'S GONE!" She screamed, causing everyone to take a step back, including the adults. "HICCUP'S . . . HICCUP'S . . . HE . . . HE'S JUST GONE! AND IT WAS ALL BECAUSE OF ME! I'M THE ONE WHO KNOCKED HIM OFF TOOTHLESS! I'M THE ONE HE . . . TRIED TO SAVE . . . HOW? How could you . . . how could you not get it?" She asked, her throat now hoarse from yelling. She sunk to her knees, hiding her face in her hands.
Everyone was silent, the only noise belonging to Astrid's muffled sobs. Her parent stooped to help her, but not much helped. Nothing could. Except one thing. Bring Hiccup back . . .
The walls parted right through the middle, revealing a small passageway. The Viking slowly followed, seeing there was no other way out. They reached the end of the corridor and entered a large room with many red velvet chairs.
Welcome! A strange voice from the front of the room said. Please, take your seats! You'll know it's yours when you see it.
The Vikings slowly searched for their seats, finding that their names were braided into them. They were all seated quickly thanks to this, every seat occupied. The dragons now gathered around them.
Now, before you can argue as to why you're here, I will be showing you a movie. It is mainly revolved around Hiccup as he finds Toothless. You will see scenes that take place only between him and Astrid, so none of you have seen them before. So, without further ado, I would like to introduce How to Train Your Dragon.
