Fractal Fairy Tale Chapter Eleven: Goodbye Hiccup

The next few weeks continued as the weather began to feel cooler winter was returning dragging the population of Berk into its tight embrace. To Stoic every day without his daughter it seemed cooler, he lost another family member he had no one to neither talk to nor teach. He enjoyed teaching Hiccup about the running's of Berk even if she barely listened he knew one day she would make Berk a great chief. But now that day would never come, now the job would have to be passed down to Snotlout.

He was unsure about Snotlout's abilities, but he wanted to pass the role to Aston so if Hiccup ever did come back she could resume what she was meant to do. Snotlout would never allow her to become chief, he knew that deep down. But today was the day, an organized meeting was scheduled for sundown in the great hall he hoped Hiccup would just show up. But even he began believing Hiccup was gone for good.

A week prior her prosthetic was found washed up on the shore and everyone knew she was unable to walk without it and Toothless wasn't even with her to support her. Everything was said and done, she was gone this day was even more dark for him. This day was her seventeenth birthday she would have finally been of age, finally allowed to take part in scouting missions and battles off Berk.

He sat on her bed heart brimming with regret, her saddle lay on a stand beside Toothless' bed, drawings and books littered the floor, and her clothing lay on her bed ready for the next day. They still smelt of her a strange mix of daisies and charred wood, odd but soothing. His plan was to begin packing up her room, she was gone and didn't want any reminders but like packing his wife's materials he wouldn't be able to. This was Hiccup's room, Hiccup's books, Hiccup's clothing, and Hiccup's saddle he felt as if he was trespassing, could someone trespass on a dead women's land? Her prosthetic lay on her night stand on top of a few leather bound books, the wood had been stained a red which he assumed was blood.

Just imagining his daughter passing away with no one by her side depressed him, his beautiful daughter bled out somewhere alone. He could imagine her on the brink of tears, bleeding, and calling out for someone anyone.

Respects had already been paid a small funeral was held the day before Stoic refused to have her buried on her birthday. Due to no body she couldn't be buried in the cemetery, instead in a small cleaning a grave stone was placed. The Stone read:

"Here lies Hiccup Horrendous Haddock,

My Viking princess,

She will be missed"

Even though the auburn would have scowled at being called a viking princess Stoic couldn't help it, since she was born she was always his viking princess, fragile as a flower yet tough as nails.

Now everyone knew she was dead no hope for her being alive, all eyes on her father and widower both remained strong refusing to show. The blanket of night soon began to engulf the sky, the night was warm for this time of year grass hoppers began singing as Stoic made his way down to the great hall. Dragons flew over the island in formations frolicking and playing in the sky,

'Hiccup would have loved to see this' Stoic thought to himself feeling his eyes swell

"A true chief is calm even in times of tremendous stress, never show your true feeling" Stoic told himself

The hall soon packed within thirty minutes in front sat Hiccup's old friends, Snotlout bragging away Ruffnut and Tuffnut fighting one another and off to the side sat Aston and Fishlegs. Fishlegs tried to offer kind words in hope to cheer Aston up, but it was send on deaf ears. Aston didn't let it show but he was definitely mourning Hiccup's death, his beautiful bride to be was gone in a snap and his last memory of her was of fighting. His last glimpse of her was on the brink of crying yelling at him, telling him he was wrong for trying to protect her.

This all seemed unfair, if he let her go she would have been captured by the Amster but because he didn't she is now dead. There was no winning option either she gets captured and possibly dies or she runs off and dies, he knew he had no control over it but he felt guilty. He was asked to take care of her but now she's gone. It seemed all the colour was sucked out of his world, everything was either dull or boring or reminded him of his auburn.

The dimly lit banquet hall became silent when Stoic reached the front,

"As you all know my daughter...the heir...Hiccup has sadly passed away" he began just saying that sentence broke him

"And I have no other children nor am I going to be around forever, so instead like many times before a new chief must be picked. As you all know the next in line is my brother's son Snotlout Jorgenson, but many assumed Aston Hofferson would be eligible. I apologize to say he is not, him and Hiccup were only engaged for three weeks before her untimely death, he would of have to been for six months to be eligible."

After some more of Stoic's speech everyone was yawning, Stoic tried to prolong the final lines

"When I either die or am unable to lead, the chief shall be..."

The doors instantly busted open, stood affixed to the floor was a girl long and lean brown and black armor adorned with red symbols and markings. Removing her helmet her face was revealed, short auburn hair tucked behind her ears, freckles, and emerald green eyes. A shield lay attached to her back with a sword at her side, from her visible skin mostly just her hands and face scratches and bruises were visible.

"The chief shall remain Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third!" she called

The crowd instantly up roared clapping and cheering on, the only sound that could be heard over the cheers was Snotlout's jaw hitting the stone floor.

So this ones a shorty, I hope you all enjoyed only eight chapters left! Anyways how do you people feel about a sequel?

Love Luna