Chapter Twenty Five: Home Sick

It was late in the night Hiccup sat on her bed tears rolling down her face 'I wish I could say the same'. That meeting kept playing through her mind, she was now alone. Her dad was injured he may join those in Valhalla before the next time Hiccup could see him, and her now ex fiancé had given up on her. He was going to tell everyone she had died, what was she supposed to do now?

Both Crimson and Toothless lay around her gently nudging her and cuddling against her trying to comfort their depressed friend.

The door slowly creaked open, a small blonde holding a dimly flickering candle walked towards the auburn.

"So it was you crying, you can be heard all through the halls you know everything okay?" Camicazi asked

Hiccup looked up eyes red and puffy with deep bags, her face drenched with tears, she sobbed uncontrollably her heart was broken.

"Oh Hiccup" Camicazi said sitting beside her

"C'mere"

The night continued as Hiccup sobbed with Camicazi holding here, offering silenced hushes and offering kind words of 'It'll be okay' and 'You'll be fine'. But how could she be so sure?

Snow had already brisked Berk, ankle deep in the shallow areas. Dragons worked hard to clear the snow but it always seemed to return the next day, it was a lost cause. Snozzletahf decorations had already been put up as everyone was getting into the spirit, some dragons had already flown off for birthing season while others stayed behind until the last minute, and some didn't even plan on going. Stormfly being one of them.

Stoic sat in his arm chair, his leg was a bloody mess, it was split and there was no telling if it was healed or not. He couldn't put any weight on it and he could only get around with crutches, Gobber had been helping him with everything he could for the past few weeks.

But it was hard, he's never gotten badly hurt before but a few years back when he got really sick he sent Hiccup out. She had a good head on her shoulders much like her mum, and for the most part she was able to fix most problems. Of course with her plans there was a hiccup every now and again, but she tried.

He was awoken by the sound of the front door opening, Aston came in full view and he was happy to see the young adult. But when his auburn daughter didn't come in as well he worried,

"Lad, where's Hiccup"

Well now was the time for the truth, tell him his daughter is a traitor or

"Hiccup's….Hiccup's….Hiccup's dead. I couldn't find her and after asking around a few close islands all of them say the same, they saw a girl on a flying black beast who plunged into the ocean. Her tack must have failed her or something, they heard yelling and screaming but once they got out there she was nowhere in sight"

Stoic's eyes were wide, his daughter was dead for real this time.

"Thank you lad, you may be dismissed"

Aston did as asked, Stoic just sat in his arm chair his heart had dropped through the floor by now. His beautiful daughter drown, he never thought about worrying about the ocean. She couldn't swim very well and hadn't since she was probably about ten but he never expected her tack to fail her.

He looked over to his right, beside the fire place was a note book random papers sticking out left right and center, a small pencil lay on top of it. He could remember so clearly all those dark nights she'd sketch by the fire, claiming it was better than candle light and arguing with him about her sleeping patterns.

Meanwhile Aston was back at home he had already told the same lie to his mother, she offered a few sympathetic words before he walked upstairs claiming he wanted to be alone.

Entering his room he couldn't help but be reminded of the auburn, some of her belongings he had accumulated over the years mostly just "Aston, hold this for me will you?" than she never asked for back and he had failed to return to her.

Small things really, random drawings of weapons and dragons, a leather rope she tied her hair up with, and a stirrup.

He wanted the Hiccup he fell in love with back, but he knew he had to come to terms with what was happening. He may never see her again.

I have no idea what compelled me to write half of it, well I promise the sequel will be better. Anyways if you are Canadien/Canadian happy thanks giving, I hope you all have a lovely long weekend with your family and friends.

Love Luna