Part 4 Rewritten

Authors note: The gang found Hiccup's dead body washed up on the shore of a nearby island close to where he died. I'm just saying it now because I don't know how to implement into the main story arc.

Hiccup's POV, Astrid's home

I woke up to a noise in the room with a start.

"Toothless?" I asked, still concentrating on focusing my eyes in the dark.

Unfortunately, the blinds opened, revealing a bright morning sky. Perfect flying weather if I had ever seen it. But the sun is shining right in my face. Agh! I flinched away from the window with a startled yowl as I frantically rubbed at my eyes to stop the, ooooh, pretty rainbow spots….

My trail of thought was again derailed by the voice I heard earlier.

"Oh, sorry, little one." Toothless spoke softly. Deep down, I sighed. I'm sorry, bud. I'm sorry for the pain you are in. Physically and mentally. "I didn't mean to wake you. But I guess that now you're awake you can have breakfast."

There was a slight tremor in the floor as he walked over to me. "Stand up." He asked.

All I did was just stare at him in annoyance, disbelief and infant owlishness.

"You think I haven't tried yet?" was the thought I so desperately wanted to say, but no such luck.

Toothless sighed. He leant forward and grabbed me by my scruff, then forced me to my feet.

As such, I immediately locked my legs, trying desperately to remain standing.

My legs wobbled and I was about to fall straight back to my knees and stomach, when Toothless caught me and brought me back to an upright, quadruped position.

"You think you're having trouble standing?" he spoke sadly, and I was completely unaware of what he went through with what he did next.

Toothless turned his body to the side,revealing his hind left leg, or rather, a prosthesis of it.

"I had mine amputated because of a... flying accident."

I knew that wasn't the whole story, and truth, but he's staying calm.

I had to do something to tell him that I am here and I love him.

I forced myself to my feet, putting in all my effort. My claws scrabbled on the floor as I waddled over to him and stood on my back feet and placed my front paws on his snout and stared at his eyes.

"Okay, uh. You must be hungry." he started. Was that a bit of nervousness in his voice?

I hopped off him, then Toothless bent down and regurgitated half digested fish.

I stared at it in utter revulsion, and I shuddered, desperately trying to not gag. Gods, the smell!

"Breakfast." Toothless said and picked it back up in his mouth.

Eeeeegh…… So, so gross..

But nothing could have prepared me for what was going to happen next. saw him slide the fish over to one side in his jaw and then he bent down.

I backed up with a strong sense of foreboding.

'No no no, not this.'I thought.

Toothless licked the bottom of my jaw, causing my mouth to open and relax.

He tilted my head up to face using a forepaw and he promptly spat the slimy, disgusting, dragon-drool drenched fish into my mouth. The gods must have been laughing at my misfortune… So. Much. Fish. So. Much. Drool….. IT STILL HAS BONES, SCALES AND ORGANS!

Why is this happening to me? Why can't I wake up from this nightmare? PLEASE, all gods. make it stop!

I laid there, waiting for him to leave so I could spit it back out.

But he didn't leave.

All he did was make a swallowing sound with his throat.

Seeing as I had no choice, I steeled my nerves, breathed in through my nose and swallowed.

OH, DEAR THOR, WHY?!

I tried desperately, but failed to hold a gag back.

Timeskip: 20 minutes later.

I was curled up on the floor, trying to catch a shiny (WHAT?!) as I heard a knocking on the door.

I paid it no mind, having a shiny to focus on. Gotta catch it! My shiny!

Toothless rumbled in acknowledgement as Stoick the Vast and Gobber the Belch walked in.

"Hey, bu-, I mean, Toothless. " Stoick spoke, almost saying 'bud', but promptly corrected himself.

He walked closer to me, as I finally got my shiny. "Is this the new guy?" he inquired, as I let out a confused chirping croon as I unfurled my forepaws and my shiny flew away.

Toothless nodded.

"He's rather funny, for the small thing. " Gobber mentioned.

Upon hearing this, I glared at him. I AM NOT SMALL! I AM HICCUP HORRENDOUS HADDOCK THE THIRD, FOR ODIN'S BEARD'S SAKE!

As I slunk away to sulk in the corner at the indignity of it all, Gobber soon clicked his fingers as if he had remembered something.

"Oh, Toothless." he started, holding a rather long object wrapped in cloth." I brought you something so you can come out to attend the funeral easier."

He promptly unwrapped a large pole, similar to a walking stick.

"It's nothing like Hiccup would design, but at least you won't have to limp the whole time."

Toothless gave a grateful coo as he turned to face the wall so it could be equipped .

The impromptu walking stick was attached onto the connection where the original limb would have been, and was secured with a rope holding it in place.

Gobber took a moment to forewarn Toothless.

"It's going to be sore for a while, but you'll get used to it." he spoke. Toothless bobbed his head as if he understood him.

At that moment, Stoick spoke up again, resting his hands on his friend's shoulders.

"Alright, Gobber. Let's go and prepare Hiccup's body for later. " He cast Toothless a sad smile as they both walked out of the hut and left.

Now I was left with many more questions than answers.

Prepare my body? I didn't know whether it was my new draconian curiosity, but I had to see this for myself.

A rather amusing tottering sound like wood being rapidly tapped on itself rang out as Toothless wobbled around for a moment, clearly unused to the new gadget attached to his leg.

"Alright, this is different." he breathed, just getting back to balancing properly.

No sooner as he said that, Toothless picked me up by my scruff and left out the door.

I must've had quite the expression on my face as I dangled limply from my friend's jaws. I can walk now, you know,sort of…

Suddenly, Toothless stopped walking right outside of the Great Hall upon sighting Stormfly, the Deadly Nadder who was his friend, like Astrid for that matter.

"Hi, Toothless." she spoke. "I heard from Hookfang about what happened." Toothless sighed and took a large breath in,before exhaling sharply.

"How long has it been? Like 12 days? " Toothless asked, after temporarily putting me down on the ground, having lost track of time completely due to grief and the fact that he had to have a leg chopped off.

Stormfly was quick to correct her friend.

" 21 actually. Just shy of 3 weeks." she corrected, pointing at Toothless's prosthesis.

At that moment, Astrid walked up. How she wished for the dragons to start speaking Norse. She could barely understand what they were saying and longed to speak to Stormfly the way she spoke to her friends.

She noticed me drooping from Toothless's mouth, akin to a piece of wilted spinach.

"Can I hold him?" She offered, noting the duress that Toothless was going through, unable to physically communicate with her dragon due to holding the tiny Night Fury in his mouth.

He seemed to be all too eager to oblige as Toothless brought me forward and placed me in her arms.

As soon as that was done, Toothless flapped his mouth up and down, after which he and Stormfly promptly left us alone.

Astrid took the opportunity to give me a thorough examination. Eyes, ears, wings, mouth.

She also checked if I was still in a dry nappy . WHICH I WAS, I might add.

As soon as I was examined, and she was satisfied with the result, Astrid carried me inside and sat me in a high chair, after which a bib was put around my neck. Thor almighty, didn't she forget about the blatant fact that dragons can't sit like a human baby?

I was soon distracted by the large amount of people in the Great Hall and my eyes widened in horror.

There was a lot of people from Berk present. What in Loki's name?

I must've said that aloud as I suddenly chirruped. And, Hel below, they were all cooing and fawning over me and calling me cute and adorable.

Normally, I would be laughing uproariously at the attention, but as I was now a baby Night Fury, my draconian side took over and I growled.

I was Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third,son of Stoick the Vast and the heir of Berk. I was supposed to be a 22 year old man. Not THIS!!

Tuffnut brought a spoon up to my mouth.

"Open wide." he started, "as here comes the Night Fury! Neeeyoowww!" He promptly stuck the spoon in my mouth, and, and……. HOLY BEARD OF ODIN, WHAT WAS THAT FLAVOUR? ARGH! THOR ABOVE! CALL THAT FOOD?! At that exact moment, something came over me and, in a fury, I slammed my paws down and knocked the bowl of whatever that, stuff, was off the chair.

I was so humiliated, that not only did I start crying, but I started to create a gas cloud to chargrill the offending viking and the dastardly spoon in front of me. So I fired, a rather interesting whoosh sound as I shot Tuffnut, who howled in horror.

"OH, I'M HURT!" He roared, running off. "I am very much hurt!"

That just made the problem worse.

A small viking girl cooed in adoration, and that was the last straw, so I hissed, completely forgetting about my retractable teeth, which were, annoyingly, retracted as people thought that was even more cute.

"Is somebody having a bad day." someone giggled, squeezing my cheeks so hard, I almost yelped.

"Looks like someone needs a nap."

No, I don't want a nap, nor do I need one, for Asgard's sake!

"Is baby tired."

NO, YOU INCOMPETENT OAF! BE GLAD I CAN'T BITE YOU!

Infuriating, they all said those words with a cheesy, cooing voice.

ARGH!

They all thought I couldn't understand and that's what upset me.

To them I wasn't the one who stopped the raids or killed the queen.

Or brought peace to everyone, both of the vikings, and dragons!

I wasn't even the man who was the first man on Berk to bring down the Night Fury and train it either.

I was just a baby, a tiny little baby,who couldn't do anything for himself, except toddle around all day! WHY ME?! PLEASE THOR! STOP THIS. I wailed in my mind, as if I even tried to speak this, I would have made the situation worse even more.

It was at that point, my emotions overflowed, so I closed my eyes and tears began rolling down my scaly black cheeks.

Upon seeing this, all activities in the Great Hall ground to an abrupt halt.

Everyone present, including those fawning over me, stopped doing what they were doing, and looked at me weirdly.

It was then that I remembered something crucial. 'Dragons don't have the ability to cry, as they are reptiles and don't have tear ducts or glands…'

Seemingly sensing my distress, Toothless picked me up by my scruff again and took me outside. He brought me out around the corner and set me down on the wooden walkway.

"Alright! That is enough! You are being very rude and your behavior is unacceptable. And oh my gosh I've become my father." Toothless said sternly, before getting sidetracked.

That last part was hysterically funny but I didn't show it.

I only did the one thing I could do. I jumped at him and gave him a hug right on his snout, sobbing and tearing up against his scales.

Seeing this, as well as hearing my sobs, Toothless's stern demeanour promptly faded to a concerned one, as a flood of paternal instincts overcame him, something he had never thought possible.

"Shhh, its okay. I, I'm here." he whispered, stroking my back and wings tenderly, kindly, FATHERLY.

Five minutes had since passed and we were now walking down to the docks where the boat that was to take, well, ME with all the supplies that should take a soul into the afterlife in Valhalla.

Being perfectly honest, I wasn't really expecting anything.

But I saw something in a dream. Or something else like that, maybe a vision. I don't know. All I do know is that I did something stupid, busted both legs, and I fell to my death.

I whined and cuddled closer to Toothless's warm hide, as he draped his right wing over me, as he openly sobbed. Everyone who knew, well, me, were saying prayers to the gods and goddesses of Asgard and Valhalla as well giving speeches of the hero I once was.

Soon,it was finally our turn to pay our respects. I will say that I think I would have been making quite a face as I tried to wrap my head around seeing me dead, as I was alive at the same time.

With obvious pain and heartbreak in his voice, Toothless spoke to me directly.

"Ok, this is going to be hard to explain." he started," Especially since you can't understand me. But just know, he's just going to look like he is asleep."

I nodded blankly. I mean, how would YOU react if you were in my current predicament?

Toothless's expression changed. He didn't expect me to respond. But went along with it. Maybe it was just some kind of mindless act, he probably thought, but I truthfully didn't know what to make of it.

With me in tow, Toothless walked over to the boat and lowered his head and broke down, and I was certain that he would be crying tears of pure sorrow, if his kind could,that was.

For me, all time seemed to stop. And I began breathing heavily, as if I were having a panic attack.

You know I have never seen my face. Only in a painting or a reflection in the water.

I've never seen what I look like from another persons perspective. I was, strangely handsome…..

I hopped onto the boat and stared deeply at myself.

Fishlegs reached out at me to try and pick me up off the body but didn't want to get in Toothless's way for, well, reasons.

I touched my face. The skin was so pale and soft. And Thor above, was it cold.

This, couldn't be real… could it?

'WAKE UP!! WAKE UP!!!! PLEASE. HELP!!!!!!!' I screamed at myself mentally.

So in a frenzy of activity from my nerves going asunder, I hit myself. A cold slap rung out as scales hit bare skin. Specifically my right cheek.

I hopped up and down and howled in distress. I then felt my teeth extend with a 'SCHLACK', sound and prepared to bite myself, when someone intervened.

Turns out Stoic-dad-no, Stoick, had grabbed me. And held me tight. As the boat slowly began to slide out of the harbour, and as the flaming arrows made their mark, I stared in horror. And as the flames rose higher, I squinted my eyes shut and turned away to cry.

Author's Note: How was that?

Reviews are greatly appreciated. And again, enjoy the ride. :)