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I'm un-used to reader love. It's a simple fact. I have been here a long time and have archived on this site a total of over 800k words, but I have always been...different. Yes, I went there, quoting Stoic. I've done things differently. I've written for the unpopular side of things.

In Negima, an anime about a genius child mage teaching English to middle school girls. (To be extremely blunt.) the section was full of instant gratitude romance of where the child mage just pops a aging pill, picks and girl and essentially gets busy, or where all of his genius is stripped away so he's an essential kiddie play stick that gets into messes the fawning girls will get him out of... what did I do? I created the first acidic form of him where instead of him being all happy and optimistic about his past, he let it instead drive him to improve. I made him even younger than normal but older in spirit.

I did it differently.

I have written, am still currently writing, a story for a game that has no section on fan-fiction for it. I was the first to make one and the only one still going. The others made essentially one shots of fluff nature. (I'm carpet blanketing it to save words, can't stay on this box too long. XD) This happy go lucky game was given a dark edge in tragedy for my story.

I did it differently once more in other words.

In Frozen, I have stated a story that takes a serious approach to Anna's talking to pictures. No one else did that. They have fluffs. One gets semi-serious about it, but I plan on going full out. Again, difference. I've been very willing to seek and rip off masks, crack open lids off the coffins in the closets. I say it a lot, but I am a dark author, not in the usual emo stab stab happy sense, but hyper-realistically tragic. I usually hold it back. Don't want to scare anyone after all~.

I've had my fair share of flames for doing things differently~.

Here you've seen I've been willing to kill hiccup off and send him to Hel, because logically; he belongs there in this scenario. He has done absolutely nothing the gods seem to care about to prove himself...at the point he was killed.

The differences won't stop. I've been here (Officially speaking) almost eight years. Unofficially; longer.

The question here is not what I'm willing to do. The question is, are you willing to read it? I never said I was going to coddle anyone. I usually let in just enough light to give hope. Those flames I have received about going to far, guys.

I can do FAR worse. I am, and have always been...

Different.

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DreamWorks Animation produced the How to Train Your Dragon movie, it was distributed by Paramount Pictures, and the original story this movie was based on was written by Cressida Cowell.

Dean DeBlois, Chris Sanders & Will Davies were in charge of screenplay for How To Train Your Dragon. DeBlois and Sanders together wrote and drafted the movie script.

This chapter contains:

Lots and lots of character death. (Memory Recalls.)

Immortal Souls. (Duh, haven't we been dealing with those all the time? Isn't everyone here one?)
More made up Lore.

Headless shenanigans.
Very little, if any, movie development.
Mentions of Rotten Cheese.

Bonds Under Ocean Waves

Chapter 6: Defense.

If he comes any closer without removing that hostile look in his eyes I will remove it for him...by removing his eyes...painfully.

Hiccup sighed as he saw Toothless's claws flex to prove his point, and he got up from the dragon's side to stand at his full height, at least he tried to, but he had to grab his head first. It was kind of an inconvenience if you were preparing to have a family argument for your head to be rolling around on the floor, though admittedly...

That was, essentially, how their last family argument had gone. His face showed his discomfort, and Camicazi, the nearest, was able to see it plainly on his face. She rose an eyebrow at him in a question.

"Is he really that scary?"

"Oh, nothing, it's nothing...just remembering the last family argument we had. I wasn't able to keep my head then either."

Dark humor aside, Stoic was approaching, and Hiccup's hands hovered by his neck, where the feather was and his...injury. Hel claimed it would help him, but was he really going to trust the words of the queen of the darkest realm?

Yes.

He had no other choice after all. He was hers to command. He undid the necklace and held the feather loosely in his hands. All he could do now was hope as his father slowed and finally stopped a few steps farther than the reach of Toothless's swinging tail. The dragon growled, but made no move to stretch for him. Yet.

"Easy bud."

One wrong move and HE will be headless.

Stoic watched the tail like a hawk and Hiccup cleared his throat, his hand clenched tight against the feather. He felt it wake and throb against his fingers, forcing them apart, but not enough to make him drop it, just enough to prevent him from crushing it.

"Uhh, Dad, I think you had better stand back. Toothless is not all that happy to see you."

Understatement.

Stoic stood with his arms crossed; he did not take Hiccup's advice about moving farther away. Hiccup frowned, but said nothing to the gesture. This was Stoic the Vast, he was kidding himself on asking the man to move. His feather throbbed again. He wished it would quit doing that. Having his fingers forcibly pried apart was not a comfortable experience. Stoic started things off badly.

"So. You made it. Odin told me Niflheim had claimed you. Obviously he meant to punish me as you are righ' here."

"He wasn't lying."

Stoic remained silent.

"I'm only visiting here."

Gruffly, Stoic looked him over before speaking again, and once more, it was a bad start.

"Ahh...well...you look...well."

His feather throbbed once more, and Hiccup felt his pity rise. Toothless however, had a different emotion.

Well. You look well with a severed head and blood soaked clothes of the kind you died in. Is this one trying to provoke me? If he is, tell him it's working, and to step a little closer.

"Tell him yourself bud. Please, I don't want to fight."

I can't tell him, he cannot hear me. His mind is closed to mine.

Camicazi did it for them. She stepped forwards and put a hand on Toothless's hide.

"Looks well? Tell me, does a man look well when he can do this?"

With only that much warning, she grabbed Hiccup's head and tossed it right at Stoic. The look on both Haddock's faces was rather priceless, but Stoic managed to catch the head, though he held it like a man would a bomb, or a poisonous spider. Hot potato. He threw it back like one would caber toss a log. Camicazi cooly caught him and put him back where he belonged.

"What's the matter Stoic, afraid of what you've done?"

Hiccup coughed before looking to Camicazi.

"Don't DO that!"

He erupted into more coughing as she looked at him with some pity. Stoic tried to look impassive, but failed. He figured the third time was the charm and decided to try one more time.

"Hiccup...I'm..."

If he says he's sorry, please tell him from me that is is far to late and too short of a payment for the debt.

Hiccup crossed his arms. So did Camicazi. Toothless crossed his forepaws and narrowed his eyes. Stoic was suddenly struck by the thought again that the dragon knew more than he had given it credit for, then he shook his head. Dumb beast was probably just mimicking. He pointed to Toothless.

"I'm not going to say I'm sorry for stopping you with that."

...I can't tell if he's brave, stupid, or both.

"Stubborn is the word Toothless."

Ahh, yes. That too.

"Excuse me?"

Hiccup looked up at his father.

"I said that you are stubborn, like just about every viking ever born in the archipelago."

"It's a mindless beast!"

Toothless picked himself up off his folded paws and growled at that, but Hiccup paused him with a hand on his snout.

He goes too far!

"No, let me handle this, please."

Fine, but if he makes your head roll again I am picking it up with my mouth and keeping it in there until it gets nice and sticky. Then it will stay when the girl puts it back on.

Toothless stood at ease then, getting back into his former position, but not before his tail swung around and wrapped around his the feet of his friend. Hiccup looked at him with a bored look.

"Really? Gee, thanks a lot."

He looked back to his father.

"He's not mindless and he's not a beast."

Stoic narrowed his eyes, but said nothing to contradict his son, he simply let his hammer rock back and forth in his hand loosely, like a pendulum that was almost done swinging and about to settle. It was not a threat, simply the reaction of frustration. Hiccup watched it warily, and his feather throbbed again.

He wished it would stop that already. If it was gonna do something, then to do it. Don't just sit there and try and rip his fingers off. He looked his dad up and down.

"So. You found the dragon's nest I see."

Stoic's eye twitched at the insinuation, but he had to admit that he had started this goad match with his first two bad starts, and his third poor one, so his son was entitled to the jibe. Besides, the boy was right.

"Aye. We found it."

"Then why in Thor's name didn't you leave it alone?"

Stoic looked at him incredulous, and then opened his mouth and bellowed, his arms coming up high before swinging back down.

"Leave it alone? IT ATTACKED US!"

Hiccup looked at his dad with a face that plainly spoke enough volumes to occupy Stoic for the next forty years. In simple words, it would have said: "Really? You're going with that?"

"Really Dad? An ISLAND attacked you? You sailed yourselves there, you disturbed them somehow to rile them, and then you say they attacked you? Who really struck first Dad?"

Stoic again had nothing to say, but his hammer swung a bit further and a little harder. Hiccup's eyes followed it as his father let out another throb. Stoic made to turn away but then spun back around and his hammer tapped Hiccup on the chest.

"You listen here boy-"

At the exact moment the hammer touched his chest, several things happened at once.

One, Toothless's tail whipped from Hiccup's legs to the hammer and wrenched it from Stoic's grasp, two; Gobber and another viking with an amputation both lost control of the yak leg they were fighting over, making the said leg snap up and away from them and smack Stoic in the back, three; Tuffnut launched a sneak attack on Ruffnut, (No one particularly cared about this one.) Four; some flying sauce from said leg of Yak beaned Snotlout in the eye, making him yelp and jump up as if his behind were on fire, (No one cared about this much either.) and Five, Hiccup's feather exploded, and the boy for a moment, saw nothing but black. A voice he did not know spoke directly to his mind.

Should I kill him?

No! He's my father!

I once thought the same about my own father...I had to destroy him to avenge him, for he protected the very Valkyrie that had ripped him from life. I regret that now. I regret much of what I did in an effort to destroy the Valkyrie. Your father however, killed you. You still wish not to take revenge by eliminating his soul?

No! I mean Yes I don't! Ohh, your I mean I don't wish to kill him at all! I only want him to see!

He has no sight except to see power. To recognize authority. Your will is strong...but he does not recognize that kind of strength. Not yet. Not now. It is better to kill him.

No. I won't. I will not let you. Niflheim said you would yield to me. So don't kill him.

I regret much...I have lost my friends in my anger, in my hate, in y eagerness to spill blood. Perhaps in your will you still may yet save someone. Fine. You may have my blade. My power however, I will keep for myself until you prove you can handle it without being ruled by it. I could not do that. Can you?

Hiccup blinked. It was still black as all Hel, but at least he could see why. Against his chest, blocking his sight with the length of it's blade as it rested right up against his nose, was a sword blade, pitch black and just the right weight for him. It felt best in his left hand, which was how he was holding it. His feather was gone.

He had never held a blade in his left hand, but it felt right. He had always been taught to use the right, as the left was Loki's fist...but he had never been able to draw or write as well with his right, and had given up in favor of hiding his left-handedness.

He was the property of Niflheim now though. Might as well go full out. He pulled the blade away from his eyes and looked up at his father, who had managed to snatch his hammer back form Toothless, and the two of whom were at odds.

"Stand down bud."

Even as he said it, a voice boomed over Hiccup, and he had to turn around to see who it was. Of course...

It was Heimdall.

He seemingly paid no attention to the blade, but he did have one comment as he passed.

"So it begins, Haddock."

He kept on walking, passing Stoic with a simple request for him to return to his seat. Stoick looked to Hiccup and to Toothless and Camicazi with a mixture of bewilderment, hate and sadness, but his look morphed into a more set determination as his eyes caught on the blade in Hiccup's hands.

"Sorcery...Loki's trickery. This day you have shown your true colors. You are no son of mine, Hiccup. We will finish this...later."

He turned and walked off back to his seat to finish his meal, and left behind him a chasm stretched wide in the heart of one Hiccup Horrendous...Nothing. He felt the sting of pain in him, but he refused to show it.

Stubborn. His eyes hardened.

"So be it."

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I'm glad some people like this. It keeps me going. I had planned to make this chapter longer but time caught up with me. Sorry~. =S. On the other notes...

Henry, last chapter ties in with everything, it was mainly movie, and the movie does show shipping with Astrid and Hiccup, so I had to show it. I don't plan for them to end up together here, but the time is yet not right to see if I plan for the ending to have Hiccup with Camicazi either. I might just end up being mean to them and keeping them apart...but that's not set in stone, they still can end up nice and cozy too.

Johnny, I know last chapter was confusing, I was looking to try and find a way to make it work, and I think I have finally managed to think of one, next chapter should show for sure if I have succeeded in my war against the movie. Lol. XD.

Hello Davis. I only have one thing to say...

Perhaps, in this case, being in Hel is the only way Hiccup can achieve his purpose.

Not saying anymore, already said too much there.

~C F Winchester.