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How To Train Your Dragon

The New Life For A Hiccup (Reuploaded)

Chapter 2- Gone Hiccup, Gone

(Back at Berk)

It was at least three-in-a-half hours after Hiccup wonder off to wherever he went to after training when Stoick began to noticed that something was seriously wrong.

The sun was setting, and practically gone now, and Hiccup still wasn't back yet.

Stoick was starting to worry, because Hiccup's final test was tomorrow and he figured that Hiccup needed to rest up if a small boy like him was ever going to stand a chance against Monstrous Nightmare. So the chief went to look for him.

Stoick decided looking in the woods around Berk. Since no one really sees Hiccup around town in the afternoon, he figured there was nowhere else to look. He would have gone alone, but Gobber had caught up with him before he left. After explaining the situation, Gobber decided he would accompany his old friend. Stoick didn't complain. Having Gobber meant more ground to cover.

The two searched for about an hour, although it felt like forever. After another hour, it was dark out. Stoick hadn't seen his son in over five hours, and was about to go into a full-blown panic.

By the time they reached Raven point and stumbled upon a large cove, Stoick was ready to go back to the village and order an entire search of the island.

"Eh, Stoick," Gobber called, snapping Stoick out of his thoughts. "Come take a look at this."

Gobber was standing at the entrance of the cove, pointing at something with his hook-hand. Was that... was that a shield from the armory?

Yes, it was. A shield was wedged in between two rocks that provided as an entry to the cove. At least an entry for a small person. Like someone Hiccup's size...

'Is Hiccup here?' Stoick asked himself when he thought about the size of the entry. Climbing down through the entrance, the two stomped down to the ground of the cove.

"Hiccup!" Stoick yelled.

"Hiccup! Where are ya, lad?" Gobber called out.

"Hiccup, come on out!" Stoick said, walking about. "This isn't funny! We need to get back to the village! You're final test is TOMORROW!"

Suddenly, Stoick's foot hit something hard. He looked down, thinking that it was a rock.

No, it wasn't a rock. It was... Hiccup's helmet.

"What in the name of Thor...?" Stoick questioned as he picked up the helmet. Why would Hiccup leave this behind? He noticed that it had a dent in it.

Apprehension began to bubble in Stoick's chest. That helmet was half of Valka's breast plate. Hiccup wouldn't just leave it.

'What if something happened to him?' Stoick thought.

"HICCUP?!" Stoick shouted, a small bit of fear in his voice. He had lost his wife in a dragon raid when Hiccup was just a baby. She was kidnapped by a Monstrous Nightmare.

Hiccup was all Stoick had left. He might have been disappointed of Hiccup most of his life, but that didn't mean he didn't care about him. Stoick was a wreak when Valka disappeared. If anything happened to his son...

"Stoick!" Gobber yelled in a panic. "You need to see this!" Stoick quickly went over to where Gobber was, to see... Were those dragon footprints?

'Oh Gods, no', Stoick though, for he was close to losing it. 'This can't be happening... No, not again...'

"Are you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" Gobber asked. "Because what I'm thinkin' isn't good."

"We're going back," Stoick declared. "And I want a full search of the island. He's got to be here somewhere."

Stoick didn't even wait for Gobber to respond. He was already running back to the village.

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After searching practically all night long, and most of the next day, no one found any trace of Hiccup. It was really late the next day when Stoick and the search teams got back. Gobber felt that his friend need to sleep. After a really heated argument, he managed to convince Stoick to go home, although Stoick had no intention to sleep.

Stoick went upstairs to Hiccup's room, with the tiniest bit of hope that he would be in there, asleep. His hope was quickly crushed when he saw he wasn't.

However, instead of sorrow, Stoick's hope was replaced with shock when he was greeted to Hiccup's room.

The room had been cleared of the drawings that were usually hanging from the walls. Hiccup's worktable that he kept in there looked like it had been cleared also, mostly of his drawings. Instead of a room that looked well loved, it looked cold and abandoned, which was something Stoick did not like one bit.

Shock was then replaced with confusion. Why would Hiccup have cleared out his room. Hiccup was always doing weird things that Stoick could never be sure about, but this one took the cake. Just what was going on here?

Stoick stepped into his son's room. Usually, there were papers, charcoal pencils and small tools scattered across the floor, but it was clean. Stoick always hassled Hiccup to clean his room because he tended to trip over something every time he walked in, but now he wished it was still a pigsty.

Looking around the room, more confusion filled Stoick's head. He continued to search. Hiccup's closet was missing some of his clothes. His extra pair of boots was gone.

'Where is Hiccup?' He thought. 'Where is my son? Why has his room been cleared? What's happening?'

Stoick say on the bed. It used to have a blanket and pillow, along with at least a dozen drawings (Hiccup had a disturbing habit of sleeping with all sorts of papers in his bed), but now it, too, was bare.

Except for one thing. As Stoick sat down, he knocked off a large piece of parchment paper Hiccup used to draw on.

At first, Stoick thought that it was one of Hiccup's wild ideas, but in the paper, he made out writing.

"A letter," he said out loud. He began to read, Hiccup's voice echoing in his head as he imagined him reading it out loud;

"Dear Dad,

"If you are really reading thing, then the first thing I should probably say is, I'm sorry.

"This is probably going to be incredibly difficult for you to handle. Or maybe it will be the best thing you've ever heard. I don't know. But I'm leaving Berk.

"I know that you don't love me. I know that nobody cares about me. Everyone hates me, Dad. So' I've decided to leave.

"All my life, I've just wanted to be a good Viking. I just wanted to make you proud.

"But now I see that that is not the case. That is never going to happen. I know you and everyone else hate me. Because I'm scrawny, weak, and... different.

"But I can't help the way I am. I've been out down, treated like nothing for long enough. Even you look at me with a disappointed glare. I'm not sorry for how I am, Dad. Get over it.

"I hate Berk. And I hate hurting Dragons. The training in the ring? That was just a show.

"So me, killing a dragon makes me so sick to my stomach that I just want to throw up. I'm NEVER going to kill a dragon, Dad. Never. I'm not a Viking and I never will be, and that is perfectly fine with me. I don't want to be a heartless killer like the rest of you. I'd MUCH rather betray my tribe than kill a misunderstood creature who has just as much right to live as the rest of us.

"This is my final goodbye. Let Astrid kill the Monstrous Nightmare. She's got skills. And take Snotlout as your heir. But be careful. He's so stupid, he can't tell the difference between a sword and a kitchen knife.

"Tell Gobber I said thank you. He was the only one, besides Mom, who actually treated me with kindness. I mean, seriously, just because we're- YOU'RE Vikings doesn't mean you all have to be impatient, ruthless weirdos who hurt everyone for no good reason.

"Goodbye, Da- Stoick."

-Hiccup

A horrible guilt tore at Stoick's stomach. He had driven his own son away. He put too much pressure on him, and always treated him like rubbish. How could he do that?

Small tears ran down the chief's face. A rare sight, indeed.

'He's gone,' he thought, that word echoing in his head. Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...

Gone. Hiccup's gone.