Disclaimer: All rights remain with DreamWorks, Cressida Cowell, William Joyce, and Claudio Sanchez.

A/N: Me: Goðan Nott! okay, I know I just posted that last chapter but, I kinda wanted to put this one up too. And to answer some questions...

Rochana (and others): yes the other Guardians will be able to see Pitch in this form, for sure Jack and Sandy. And no, I did not mean complete, I meant "complement".

ivanganev1992: aw man, Bulgarian, I always have a hard time with this one. Unfortunately I only know a few words in this amazing language. However, yes the whole story is very ironic. And no, I'm not Icelandic. Born, raised, and fed in the United States of America. Although I teach myself Icelandic. Here are the translations, however of that Jonsi song you like (I love this song as well.):

"In through the sleeves, up the spine
Over forests, flows down the hill
Everything upside down! I'll never forget!
'Cause I'll never!
Runs about, scratches, loosens up tangles
(Torn up by the roots) With a look in the eyes!
A miracle, a wonder, we break bones asunder!"

I really would answer you back in Bulgarian, but sadly, i'm not very good with this language. I only know two words: Tuka tuka. I used to know friend but...I forgot:_(

Chapter 14: Hiccup

So destined I am to walk among the dark,
a child in keeping secrets from will they know what I've done in the after time?

Hiccup trudged, his fingers numb as he carried the woven basket. Now more than ever, had his rider's vest seemed heavy.

I don't want it, don't want it.

The coarse leather of the straps burned against his skin. Why was this his burden? He didn't think it would be so much trouble. But now…why was this expected of him?

You'll listen to reason while you're face down in the dirt,
you'll stomach the hurt and break for him—here's just how much he's worth.

Why did the gods choose him? Why was he chosen to do this task?

We'll fix him, restore him... with the love of no other.
Think of all the things you did before! Write them in a letter that says reborn…

But then again, he wouldn't trade this life for the world. No. Helping Toothless fly again was worth every bit of pain that he was given. Not the gods of Valhalla would be able to pull him away from his friend. No dragon-killing exam would tear apart their delicate friendship—not one at all.

In the time we spent forever after, beyond this, when will this nightmare ever end?

Yet, everything was falling apart so quickly. His father expected him to become the greatest dragon killer of all time. Astrid wanted to kill his guts for "winning" in the arena. Toothless expected him to be the experienced rider he needed so that way he could fly again. His "friends" wanted him to succeed in the ring because he was actually "cool" in their eyes.

…When will this nightmare ever end?

This wasn't what he had wanted. He never wanted this. All he had wanted was a friend—a believer. Well he had gotten one, along with all the consequences.

Awake through motion with curiosity to curtain my first move. Over arm's length I'll break protocol…

"Toothless…" Hiccup mumbled, sitting down on a rock to give his quaking arms a break. "What have I done?"

Into something I can't stop but wish that I could kill…

"This Fear inside me," He spoke softly. "I can't stop it. I can't quell this darkness of terror inside me."

Into something I can't stop but wish that I could kill…

"If I had just killed Toothless in the first place, would all of this still be happening?" Hiccup questioned out loud to no one in particular. "Would I still be praised as some type of hero?"

I need you now more than I ever did.

"No," Hiccup snapped, shaking the ugly thought from his head. "Toothless right now, is my only true friend. I can't even begin to think of the 'what ifs'. I'm glad I didn't kill him in the forest, otherwise wouldn't have been as happy as I have been now."

You'll listen to reason while you're face down in the dirt…

He fingered the sooty, gentle leather fabric of his rider's vest. The already tattered material gently rolled between his fingers. If only he hadn't used the tricks he had learned from Toothless. Maybe he wouldn't be running away right now.

Like there's no other way it could've been done. Will they size my fit; for a puzzle I wish not to play a part in?

"All I wanted," Hiccup sighed, facing up towards the sky, allowing the setting sun's rays to beam on his face. "Was a friend. I didn't want complications or dragons or any of this."

…When will this nightmare ever end?

"I wonder what mom would think right now," Hiccup continued with his self-observance of his life. "Would she be proud of the person I've become? Would she deem whether I'm still a boy or a man at heart? Would she say I should find real human friends, or is Toothless my true friend?"

Here's just how much he's worth.

"I believe," he sighed. "That it wasn't just an accident that I shot Toothless. It was all purposeful…almost like destiny."

I loved them with all. All as the son should to mother and father; but you, you were my favorite…

"And now I'm giving up everything I've ever strived for in my life: my dad, my tribe—the honor of killing dragons. All of it for Toothless."

Here's just how much he's worth.

With a burdened sigh, Hiccup got up off of his rock and picked up the woven basket he had dropped to the ground. His palms were sweaty and the coarse leather once again burned his skin—callousing it. Pulling it up over his shoulder, he straightened out his vest and trekked on.

But this time it wasn't so heavy. It wasn't as cumbersome.

Two hearts beat as one; disguise your mind and feel the hum…

In fact, if anything he was almost excited. The exhilaration he got from flying—both his and the Night Fury's movements in synchronization, their breathing in tandem. It seemed fitting to run away with his best friend. He was now absolutely positive that he would want to run away with no other being.

With renewed vigor, he ran the rest of the way to the cove. His feet trampled lightly over pine needles, and leaves. He jumped and tripped over upturned roots and fallen tree limbs. He wanted to go faster, just to see his friend—the friend he had given everything up for.

Here's just how much he's worth…

It wasn't thirty minutes later when he came to his entrance to the cove. He ducked into the small tunnel and began to clamber down the rocks. As he got closer to the dragon, his doubt and Fear began to speak up again.

When will this nightmare ever end?

What if Toothless…wouldn't want him anymore? What if he would abandon him somewhere in the middle of the wild? To fend for himself.

I admit that I will never feel alone…

And Hiccup took a big breath. He knew this wasn't a time for doubting. This was the test of their friendship—his and Toothless'. Now it was time to prove what they were.

"Leaving. Yup, time to pack up bud. Looks like you and me are taking a little vacation… forever."

He glanced around searching for the midnight dragon. He shrugged, not particularly worried of where he was.

He'll come soon enough. Hiccup thought with a sigh. Crouching down, he started to quickly go through the stuff in his basket.

S-c-r-e-e-c-h….

Hiccup gasped and looked up at the sudden sound. He froze at the sight of the female Viking girl.

…What did I do to deserve…?

A/N: Me: and that's a wrap.
Loki: you definitely feel like writing.
Me: not really, I just really wanted to put this chapter out. It is inspired by these Coheed & Cambria songs:
-In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3
-Blood Red Summers
-Three Evils (Embodied in Love and Shadow)
-The Crowing
-2's My Favorite 1
-Cuts Made in the Marks of Men
(and when I say "inspired" I mean, Hiccup's inner turmoil (the stuff in italics) are the lyrics to these songs...unless I say "he thought". If there is a "he thought" after italics, that means that Hiccup is thinking.
Loki: *crossing arms* Coheed & Cambria is CAMBRIA's favorite band.
Me: Long live Punk Rock!
Loki: Yes... I would like to thank-
Me: NO! I would like to thank: Vi-Violence, MySweetYaoi49, Rochana, DragonGuardia98, Guest, Demonicsis, Sapphire Roz, and ivanganev1992 for all reviewing on that last, really, really, really long chapter. It meant a lot.
Loki: And now it is clearly CAMBRIA's bed time because she is inconceivably hyper right now.
Me: party pooper. haha, poop.
Loki: Go. To. Bed.
Me: *sniffs* Okay, bye. Goðan nott, and takk fyrir my lovely readers.
Loki: Until next time.