Stupid Love - Chapter 21

Pairing: Hijack

Word Count: 3448

Warnings: Lots of blood, depicted explicit bodily injury, more reckless driving, angst, lots of cursing, lots of yelling and anger and hate, seriously there's lots of blood, so much blood

Notes: I slaved away for HOURS, mostly around 4 am, to get this done for you guys. So, please love it and appreciate it. If the gorey stuff really disturbs you, you can easily skip to the next chapter (once it's written) without having missed too much. This chapter just goes into the gruesome consequences of what occurred in the last chapter.

I don't own the rights to the movies or the AU-relevant movies, yadda yadda

It was a rush of emotions and movements and blurred images. Astrid could feel herself running, but all she could see was her best friend's car engulfed in flames. It grew closer and closer, and she fell to her knees as she reached the burning vehicle.

"Hiccup! Hiccup?" she shouted out for him, and she ducked down to look through the completely shattered window.

Hiccup's eyes were squeezed tight, his hands bloody as they gripped his own head.

Astrid gritted her teeth and reached inside the car. She had to get Hiccup out of there. She took ahold of Hiccup's arm, but he flinched and pulled away.

"Ow-" he sucked in a breath, his voice gravelly and cold. He turned his head and pulled a hand away from his face, barely opening an eye to see Astrid.

"Wha- Astrid?" he asked, the blurred image of his best friend barely identifiable.

"I'm here!" Astrid tried to pull at his arm again, but he jerked away.

"What are you… don't! That hurts!" Hiccup shifted away from her, but he could barely move, still hanging upside down, his leg still caught in the door.

Astrid frowned. There had to be something she could do to get him out of there, but what?

North car roared as it came to a stop on the wet pavement. Jack pulled up next him in his Huayra, Bunny's Beemer pulling up on the other side seconds later.

"What is that?" North's voice boomed as the group stepped out and stared at the pillar of smoke rising from the ditch off the side of the road. Jack barely spared a moment before rushing to the side of the road to get a better look.

What he saw made his whole world seemed to stop.

"No. No, no, please, don't let him be-"

He ran down into the gravel of the steep ditch, barely catching himself before skidding to a stop in the grass.

"Hiccup!" he yelled, running over to the car. Astrid turned to see him make his way over to them.

"I can't get him out," Astrid told him hurriedly. "He's hurt, but I don't know where or how and I don't know how to get him out of there..."

Jack fell to his knees, as well, and put his hand on the car door only to pull back right away. It was scorching hot. They had to get Hiccup out of there.

"Wait a second. Your hoodie!" Astrid's face lit up. "Take it off!"

Jack made a face.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"GIVE IT TO ME RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME-"

"Okay, okay!" Jack shifted and pulled the hoodie over his head and into her waiting hands.

Astrid quickly took it and wrapped it around her hand.

"Hiccup, cover your eyes!" she shouted at him and then punched the remaining glass of the window, clearing an entrance into the car.

She pushed the hoodie off her hand and began to climb in, but Jack put his hand out to stop her.

"Wait, let me!" he told her. She shot him a glare, but he pushed his way in anyway, climbing carefully around Hiccup and into the car. "You're stronger. You can help pull him out of here. I'll push."

Jack stared up a moment. Oh, no. He squeezed his head under the steering wheel to get a better look. What he saw made his stomach churn. Yep, fairly certain the left foot didn't point that direction…

He pulled his head back and spared a glance at Hiccup's pained expression before calling to Astrid,

"His foot is jammed in the door. And...it's not pretty."

Astrid seemed to understand what he meant without the details, nodding quickly before asking,

"Do you think we could get him loose?"

Jack looked back at Hiccup's foot, all the blood soaking through Hiccup's pant leg, his shoe already mangled in the metal. If they pulled down at the right angle, they could probably get him free… But, would Hiccup be able to handle it?

He turned back to Astrid.

"We're gonna have to try."

That was good enough for her. Jack pushed himself back under the steering wheel, and reached for Hiccup's foot (or what was left of it). He wiggled out what he could, and Hiccup tensed. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Jack didn't want to think about it right now. Astrid reached in and took hold of Hiccup's thigh and put one hand on his barely-bent knee. Jack breathed,

"On the count of three, pull down as hard as you can."

Astrid's look of concern was suddenly turned to one of determination. Jack turned back, looking at the blood already smearing on his hands.

"One."

He wiggled the sneaker again. Come on, loosen up already.

"Two."

He gripped the bottom of the sole and put a solid palm on top of Hiccup's shin. That earned a sharp reaction from Hiccup, but nothing more. Jack held his breath as Astrid finished the countdown for him.

"Three!"

Jack pushed down with all his strength and he shut his eyes as he heard Hiccup's exclaimed "FUCK" turn into a garbled, agonizing scream.

The leg shifted, and he pushed even harder. It shifted again and popped out from the door. Oh, thank God. Hiccup's head turned as the rest of his body finally joined him on the glass- and blood-covered roof of his car. He coughed loudly and let out a loud cry, biting his hand roughly in a pathetic attempt to stop himself.

Jack hit his head on the steering wheel as he backed up, repositioning himself so that he could help Astrid move Hiccup out of there.

Astrid picked up Hiccup's head, and took ahold of his shoulders, trying to get enough leverage to shift him around to get him out the window. Jack reached for his leg before realizing his mistake. Hiccup screamed out again, his hands flying back up to his face.

"STOP!" he shouted at them. "PLEASE, JUST-"

Jack took ahold of his good leg and carefully bent the knee of his left leg so they could move him. Astrid pulled at Hiccup's shirt, pulling him out the window slowly. Jack stood on his knees, still squatting down enough to keep from hitting his head again, and moved above Hiccup, pushing him out the window as much as he could, as well.

A flame flickered at his ear and Jack yelped, ducking back down. The heat of the exploded car suddenly began to overwhelm him. Was it always this hot in here? He went to take a breath and realized it was actually very difficult to do. He watched as Astrid pulled Hiccup all the way out of the vehicle and Jack grimaced down at the trail of blood left behind.

He gulped down his nausea and crawled back through the window, coughing as soon as the humid air hit his lungs.

"Caught another one for ya, Sandy," Bunny pulled the teenager out of the passenger side of his car and pushed him roughly toward the shorter man.

Sandy glanced over at him for only a moment, then reached in his back pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He tossed them blindly to Aster, saying nothing.

"Pitch Black," North's voice bellowed as he walked around to the other side of Sandy's Holden. Pitch was already dawning his own pair of handcuffs by then. "Certainly picked wrong day to mess with us, eh?"

He winked as Sandy holstered his gun inside his jacket and opened the back door of his car. One push and Pitch was shoved inside. North stepped closer, slamming the door behind Pitch as he took his seat.

"If that boy does not survive, we will make sure you do not as well," he glared darkly into the car at the man, but Pitch didn't falter. He merely sneered back.

"North!"

The tall, bearded man stood up straight again, peering down into the ditch.

"We could use a hand here!" Jack shouted up to him, giving a cough right after.

North bolted down the hill himself, gracefully stomping his way down to them.

"Is he alright?" he asked right away, stepping close enough to see the horrified look on Astrid's face as she finally got a look at Hiccup's leg.

Was Hiccup alright? That didn't seem to be the right question.

"We need to get him out of here," Jack coughed out at them.

North understood. He knelt down, picking the boy up in his arms like it was nothing. Hiccup struggled, thrasing about. Astrid and Jack were on their feet almost instantly.

Astrid brought up a hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, only to stain her brow with Hiccup's blood. Jack grimaced, only to look down at his own hands that were covered in the same blood. Why was there so much?

"Where are we supposed to take him?" Jack asked, uncertain, his mind still foggy.

North fumbled to keep the tense boy still in his enormous arms, but it wasn't working. Astrid ran ahead to grab Hiccup's hand, hoping to comfort him. Suddenly, a voice rang out from the road.

"Can't you guys read?" Toothania called out. She pointed a finger at the large, blue sign just down the road. An enormous 'H' adorned the sign. "Take him to the hospital!"

Astrid and Jack kicked back into high gear, rushing the hill and turning back to assist North with Hiccup.

"Let's put him in my car," Jack offered. "I can get him there the fastest."

Astrid huffed.

"Like hell!" she argued, "You're the one who got him into this fuckin' mess. Put him in my camaro!"

North frowned.

"Jack is right. His car is faster," he stood firm as they reached the top of the ditch and stepped back onto the road. "He can get Hiccup to hospital before anything else happens."

Astrid fumed. Her best friend nearly died because of this white-haired asshole and now she was expected to just let him take off with him again?

"Then I'll come with you!" she barked. Jack ran over to his car, pulling up the passenger-side door. North quickened his pace and set the boy inside.

"Just follow us to the hospital," Jack told Astrid, pushing the door back down and running to the driver's side. "If you can keep up, I mean."

Astrid pretended she didn't hear that moronic comment. He wanted to race when Hiccup was dying? Boy, he sure knew how to pick 'em…

Hiccup peeled open his eyes again once the overabundance of light and noise had finally died down. All he could hear now was the roar of an engine. He blinked once, then twice, then a third time until everything became less blurry. He could see the side-view mirror of Jack's Hyuara. He was in Jack's car?

He turned his head and saw Jack move to shift gears and step down on the gas again, the whole car seeming to jolt forward smoothly. The back of Hiccup's head smacked the leather seat and he grunted in pain. Wow, everything really hurt…

"Hiccup?" Jack glanced over for only a moment, guilt and worry all over his face.

"Where-" Hiccup wasn't sure what he wanted to say, but he couldn't seem to get it out anyway.

Jack took a breath.

"I'm taking you to the hospital."

Hiccup felt a sharp sting run up his leg and all the way through the left side of his body. He couldn't stop himself from letting out a startled groan. What was wrong with him? What happened? His mind wasn't able to focus on anything clearly.

Hiccup spared a look down, only to see his hands covered in blood and his shirt looked like it was cut in places. Were those burn marks? An image flashed across his mind, but he couldn't place it.

"Look, Hiccup," Jack gulped audibly, "I'm really sorry...about all this. None of this should've happened."

Hiccup squinted at Jack. His hoodie from before was gone and there was blood smeared all over the white tee that clung to him now. The hands gripping the steering wheel were red with blood, as well. Hiccup felt sick all of a sudden. They were in Jack's car before… What were they doing? Hiccup's mind tried bouncing back, tried remembering what had happened that day.

"Fuck," Hiccup grunted. His leg really hurt. He reached down to touch his knee, but that only sent searing pain through his whole body. Okay, no touching. Got it.

Clear your head, Hiccup told himself. Focus on something else. He looked back at Jack. He looked worried, for once. Had he ever seen Jack look concerned before? He couldn't say that he had. Jack was always smirking, giving that dumb look at people that said he knew he was better than them. What a creep.

"Asshole," he felt himself say. Jack looked back at him.

"What?"

Hiccup shifted, pulling himself up in his seat. He ignored the hot pain smothering him.

"You're an asshole," he told him. "You're always an asshole."

It was true. Jack never cared about anyone else. All he did was expect everyone to do whatever he wanted.

"At least I didn't just leave you back there," Jack retorted. "I could be worse, right?"

Hiccup let his head just rest on the seat. Jack could be worse? Yeah, right, like anyone would ever believe that. The man was a menace to society. Wasn't that the first thought he ever had of the guy?

"Besides, you're the one bleeding all over my custom gold leather. Look at what you've done to my floor mats."

Hiccup just barely turned his head back to the idiot, giving him the darkest glare he could muster in his current condition. Was Jack being serious?

"I take it back," Hiccup told him, not looking away. "You're not an asshole. You are worse."

Jack's half-smirk fell instantly. Yeah, that's what you get for trying to make this into some joke, you piece of shit.

Hiccup's breath caught in his throat, but he continued.

"I don't see how anyone puts up with it. With you. And your stupidity," Hiccup told him. "You're so arrogant, and ungrateful. You think you can have everything you want and that the world will just...just bend to your will. You're… You're rude and sexist and an absolute asshole. I have literally never met a worse person in my entire life than you. And that's saying a lot."

Hiccup shut his eyes. Fuck this pain. His breathing may have been shallow, but he was gonna let Jack have it.

"You're well-aware that it's your fault Toothless got taken, right? It was your fault! You let him get stolen, and then….And it was your fault that guy came after me! This was all YOUR FAULT!"

Jack could feel his hands shaking as he gripped the steering wheel as tight as he could. What was this? He could feel something in the back of his mind telling him Hiccup was right. Was it the same thing that was making his eyes feel like they were burning? Probably…

"You are literally the worst! How is that even possible? Is that why you exist, Jack? To make everything else look better?"

Hiccup had a point, as nonsensical as half of his words were becoming… Jack was a really terrible person. He did take Hiccup-and everyone else, for that matter-for granted. He used Hiccup, and why? Because he liked having him around. He manipulated him into doing what he wanted. Hell, if he hadn't made that weird-ass bet the night he met Hiccup at the bar, then none of this would have ever happened. He'd be safe at home, never having had to deal with Jack and his obnoxiousness.

"Gods, Astrid was right about from the beginning," Hiccup shook his head, "I never even thought…"

Hiccup's voice started trailing off. Jack looked over, only to see him slump back against the seat. Jack's watery eyes went wide. Oh, no.

"Hiccup?" he called. Hiccup didn't move. No, no, no! Jack reached over with one hand and shook the boy's shoulder. Hiccup's head lolled to the side, but he was out cold. Jack panicked.

He knew next to nothing about science and medical stuff, but he'd seen enough movies to know that when the injured person passes out, something really bad was about to happen.

He put the gas pedal to the floor as he spotted the off-ramp and the hospital at the top of the hill. They were merely seconds away.

He shook Hiccup's shoulder again.

"Hiccup? Hiccup!" he tried, his voice cracking. "Please, please wake up! You gotta… Keep yelling at me! PLEASE! HICCUP!"

He barely even noticed the stoplight ahead turning yellow, and blew right through the intersection and into the drive leading into the hospital lot. He let go of Hiccup long enough to slow down and pull up to Emergency Room doors.

Jack smacked the button on his dashboard and the doors lifted on both sides. He ran over to the other side, his hands still shaking violently as he struggled to figure out how to pick Hiccup up.

"Oh, shit, come on-" He heard the automatic doors behind him opening, voices barely audible and he pushed an arm under Hiccup's legs and the other behind his neck. He lifted him up, but as he turned around, his feet didn't want to move. His legs became exceedingly heavy and hard to move. Two men and a woman came up to him, ushering him inside. They seemed to be asking questions, but he wasn't even sure what it was they were asking. The second they got inside, someone brought in a strange bed...wait, Jack knew what that was. A gurney, right? The two men helped him put Hiccup on it, but then they tried to take him into another room, and Jack chased after them.

A woman stopped him.

"Sir? Sir?" she called, gaining his attention.

"Wha…?" Jack blinked. But, Hiccup! He stared as they pushed the boy down the hall toward some double doors.

"You can't go with him unless you're related-" the woman began to say.

A loud clatter sounded behind them and Jack felt the room go quiet as he glanced back over his shoulder.

It was Astrid. She ran into the ward, anger and determination in her features. She marched straight past Jack and the nurse and to the men taking Hiccup away.

"Wait!" she cried to them. "I'm his sister! I have his social. Let me call our dad…"

Jack raised an eyebrow. All she had to do was lie? That bitch…

The double doors opened and Astrid turned around for only a moment to flip Jack off before the doors closed behind her.

"Sir? Can you come with me?" the nurse in front of him was asking. "We just need to get more information on what happened…"

Jack stared down at his hands. The blood from before, it was still there. There was blood all across his shirt. On his arms. He looked to the floor. There was blood on the floor, too. Hiccup's blood.

Jack tried to take a breath, but nothing happened. He shifted his eyes, looking around the room. Everyone was staring at him incredulously. Gripping his hair in his hands, he squeezed his eyes shut.

Hiccup wouldn't have been hurt if it wasn't for him. He wouldn't have been in that accident, Pitch would have never gone after him, his car never would have been stolen...if it wasn't for him. If he hadn't raced him in Toothless. If he hadn't forced him to race him in Stormfly. If he hadn't made that bet with him in the bar. It was his fault

This was his fault. This was all his fault from the very beginning.