Some of you may think that this is incredibly polarizing. I agree! Here's the context:
(a) This fic takes place before the events of the first movie.
(b) This Hiccup is much more cynical than depicted in the movie.
(c) It will use Book!Fishlegs, so Hiccup and Fish are close friends.
(d) This will take a lot of liberties with Berk's history, so it will divert from canon.
(e) Hiccup was tied down on the beach by Snotlout and his 'friends' in the first chapter.
(f) Snotlout is much more violent in this story.
I think that covers it. If you have any questions, PM or review!
It is standing before me.
That's as apt of a description I can give the elusive 'it'. Playing with its food on the plate, before the lunge.
Something or someone in front of me, marching. Something sentient. Something sick.
It doesn't help my vision is working against me too.
And I am worried.
Why?
Because, from my point of view, it looks like a black void - not a fracture cracks through its depths of never-ending.
Look at it long enough, and you will see yourself go mad. However, underneath all of that tenor, lies a peculiar figure.
A figure that was sculptured to look as if it is something sentient.
Animalistic.
And somewhat human.
Well, whatever it is, it isn't giving me any indication of its physical stature whatsoever.
It is coming towards me, though.
That, I can make out in my current situation.
It stalks like a predator before pouncing on its prey - strands of saliva, hanging like a spider web in its jaws; every step, every move, and the ground trembles under its weight.
My vision starts to clear a bit - clearer enough just to make out...
...
Sorely wished it hadn't cleared, now.
Oh, gods.
It looks like what Hel would look like if it manifested itself into its own body.
It ticks all of the boxes.
Jet black skin.
Eye slits as thin as the sharp end of a sword.
Teeth in rows as hellish and plentiful as all of Berk's population combined. Draconic...
Poor thing... it starts.
I feel a lump in my throat. My beating hearts.
Don't worry, its voice booms. It has instances of a motherly tone - bemused and understanding, like how a mother would talk to her offspring.
However, at the same time, it would make a chillingly accurate representation of how Freyja herself would speak. I will grant what you have wished for your entire life. You just have to trust me. I'll make the pain go away. In time. You'll understand.
And with that, it sinks itself within me.
Consuming me utterly and completely.
Whole.
