Heyo! Welcome to a part to of Behind Your Eyes! Wow did I get a lot of reviews to do a happy ending for this part two. I kinda was hoping for the opposite, because all my stories end happily, but why not keep it up? This will jump from different perspectives as I want you to see this from Astrid's eyes, and possibly the other riders.

Let me know if you want a part 3, a post Behind Your Eyes one-shot. Alright here it is, but before here are two warnings:

It's going to get worse before it get better.

This is rated 'T' to be safe. With that being said, I hinted in the last chapter that some hunters may do more than torture Astrid. I will bring that up further, but indirectly. While they will attempt this, it will fail. Just thought I'd make that clear.

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When it gets to Hiccup's P.O.V, listen to Stoick's Ship from Httyd 2

Chapter 26: Sun And Moon (Behind Your Eyes Part 2)

Astrid's P.O.V

There was a story. An old tale passed down for generations. Mother to child and so forth. A story about the sun and the moon. A story about how the sun loved the moon so much, he died every night just to let her breathe. The meaning stuck out like a sore thumb, showing that love wasn't kissing and holding hands, something humans have often underestimated it to be, but was so much more. It was the true sacrifice and willingness to put love above all else. To put that person above safety and well being of oneself. Just so they can breathe. Even if it meant death.

As a little girl, one with near destructive amounts of energy and a strict plan for an ambitious life, I never fully took in what the story spoke of. As a child, the only love you received was that of your parents. That love was different. And as I child I never understood the meaning that came with the tale. Even as a young adult did I not fully comprehend what love really was, until recently. It was then did I realize the true price of it all. A price I was more than willing to pay.

My body shook violently as I started to go under hypothermia. My hands became numb and even if I could reach Hiccup, I wouldn't be able to feel him. My shirt had been ripped clean off, the scraps of it scattered over the damp cobble. My undergarment clung to my chest still, although the cloth slowly began to fray and unravel. The embarrassment of it had long faded as I had more to worry about.

I grunted again. My eyesight began to fail me as my stomach turned viciously for the third time in the last half hour. With a painful gasp, a hunter kicked me in the stomach, causing me to double over, from my already weak position. I felt it again, the swirling contents of my stomach rising up, until they escaped my mouth with a vile taste. It landed onto the stone floor, spreading in between little cracks in the rock. I tried not to look at the blackened foul material that was once inside me, but it was the only way not to look back at my chest and stomach.

It was raw and bloody. Several dents lined my skin, as blood slowly oozed from the rips. White hot bubbles blistered around the edges, leaving a consistent burn. My skin screamed for help as another sharp boot came to contact with it. It turned to a deep purple from the bruises and my fractured rib that dug into my organs. I groaned, this time rolling over, trying to miss the spot I had vomited. Well... spots. My insides burned and tasted of salt encrusted sea bass - yes, that bad- the tissue threatening to tear.

The cell door suddenly slammed as another's hunter came from behind. He eyed the other with a devilish smile, and suddenly a new fear set in. With a flick of his head, the other pulled my arms sharply, dragging me around the corner. Hiccup bellowed in painful screams watching in horror as I disappeared from his view. I knew he could see our shadows painted on the stone walls. Johann designed it this way.

"Hold her down." One said. I gasped as he gripped my hand behind my head. I tried to kick, but it was no use. My eyes widened as he began to unbuckle his belt. My breath quickened. No no no! This was not going to happen! He bent over, his face inches from my own. My eyes widened with fear. I gulped, the pain in my body from all my wounds searing with a shrieking ache. He began to pull down his pants, but I was able to wiggle free just enough. I folded my leg, smirked and kicked him. He doubled over in pain, as I had just kicked him where the sun didn't shine. With the force of my kick, he wasn't going to be able to pull that stunt again.

"You son of a half troll! Leave her alone!" The hunter grunted turning to the broken voice. Hiccup. He was chained to the wall forced to watch my torture. He grunted and pulled against the restraints, but it was no use. He looked at me, tears reflecting the light long gone from his eyes. He bit his lip and furrowed his brow. He glanced back at the hunter, with the same determination that I felt rise up in me, more than the need to vomit the same black clumps. He was too weak. They were too strong. I let out a tiny cough, trying to get my lungs working hard enough so I could speak. In that moment, I saw the life leave his eyes, even if he wasn't dead yet.

"No." I mouthed as his eyes formed a glare. The hunters stomped towards Hiccup, fists curled. He struggled against his restraints, his chest rising and falling quicker as panic took over. I felt my face get hot with a searing rage. I would not let them hurt him. Like the sun, I was willing to do what ever it took, to keep Hiccup alive.

"No! You piece of shit!" I spat in my rash decision. "You came to beat me up, then why don't you get on with it! Like the boss told you! You are one of his dogs, aren't you?" The words flowed out of my mouth easier than I expected. And for some reason, I felt proud of these words. With a deep breath and screaming pain, I stood.

He snarled and turned towards me. I puffed out my chest and balled up my hands into fists. I was not going down without a fight. His large, rough hands suddenly seized my throat as I gasped for air. I felt my body get dragged off the ground as he jerked his hands wrapping them tighter around my raw neck. He stared into my eyes, but all I saw was darkness as he grinned. I scrambled, kicking and flailing to get free, but he squeezed harder. I tried to breathe, but my lungs couldn't work. I felt the blood drain from my lips, and my head grow heavy. Hiccup screamed from behind. Words, I couldn't comprehend as I felt the world spin and become faded.

"Hic-cup." I gasped through blue lips.

"Enough!" I felt my body collapse to the ground with a sharp thud.

...

Hiccup's P.O.V

"No! Oh gods, Astrid!" No response. I hollered and began to violently struggle. I whipped my head back, shaking the thick chains, as they creaked and croaked in disagreement.

"Shut him up!" Sneered Johann. The man who hands had just been wrapped around Astrid's neck, slapped over my mouth. I spit a mixture of saliva and blood on his hand. He gagged in disgust and reeled back to punch me.

"Enough! Leave them alone for a bit. That is the real pain." He hissed. The hunters grumbled, unclocking my chains and left me alone. "And don't think about touching your beloved. Well... she was your beloved." I screamed every curse word I knew at him as his footsteps became quieter. He was gone. Astrid was gone.

I collapsed to the ground. "No no no. Please." Sobs overtook my already exhausted body as I looked at Astrid. Her body was contorted and motionless. The tears and burns on her stomach looking alien. I crawled over on one knee, dragging my slowly breaking down body over. My prosthetic was across the room broken in two. I reached out, barely able to touch her frozen hand.

"No no no. Oh gods. Please Astrid, I can't lose you." I whispered through the tears. They left clean streaks on my cheeks through the dirt and blood. I begged for her to wake up. I pleaded with the gods not to take her. Nothing. They had taken her from me. And I wasn't afraid to rip them in two with my bare hands.

"Please Ast. You're m-my light. My s-sun... I-I-I need you. I can't live through this. Not without you." My head spun from concussions, and I wasn't seeing right. But I could see her. This... This body was not Astrid. Not the one I fell in love with. She was gone. I wasn't strong enough. I couldn't save her and now I waited. Waited for a welcoming death to come.

I grunted through the agonizing pain to gather her in my arms. I wasn't allowed to touch her, but now, I didn't care. She was gone. And I didn't care if they killed me too. I cried. It was that simple. It was then did I realize she gave the true sacrifice so I could breathe. And it was then did I realize that eyes couldn't be the gateway to the mind, if there was no light to be found.

"I would die everyday just to hear you again. Just to see your smile. T-that laugh." I mumbled. She was gone. Exhaustion overtook me as I slowly collapsed onto the cold floor next to Astrid's lifeless body. I squeezed her hand. I hoped to never wake up.

...

"Blast the wall Hookfang!"

"Oh Thor! We've found them!"

"Odin's ghost..."

...

General P.O.V

Snotlout felt his lunch churn in his stomach at the rotten smells under his nose. He stared at the top lifeless bodies laying before him. He gasped and felt such fear and emotional shock that he simply stood there. Frozen in place. Fishlegs gasped a raging squeak as what he saw before him wasn't his friends. Stoick shoved past, he too shocked at the crumpled bodies that laid on the floor. Hiccup laid protectively around Astrid in his restless unconscious state. Astrid however was motionless.

Except...

Except for the tiny shallow breath she managed to suck in every now and again.

"Hiccup! Oh Thor No!" Stoick voice boomed, shaking Snotlout and the twins from the dry sob that left them glued to the floor. Stoick slid to his knees and reached out. He quickly pulled back. The state of his son and his betrothed were near death. He was afraid Hiccup might break.

"We have to get them to Berk! To Gothi!" Fishlegs squealed. He was already in tears to see two of his best friends so close to death. Hiccup slowly opened his eyes. He groaned out in pain trying to clear his vision at the faces in front of him. He squinted, but only one thing went through his mind. Astrid.

He was delirious, mainly from pain and grief that overtook his weak body. He mumbled 'no' over and over, as if he couldn't wake from his dream. His nightmare. He pulled his arms tighter around Astrid keeping her away from the oddly kind looking face gazing down at him. Kind.

And the brain can recognize and express love through so much hate.

Slowly, his arms unraveled as he slipped away again. Stoick inhaled shakily and gently brushed Astrid's bloody, dirty hair from her face.

"We have to hurry!"

...

Gothi's Eyes widened in her state of shock. 'How could they be alive?' She wrote in the sand. Quickly, she motioned for Astrid's contorted form to be placed in her hut, and directed Hiccup back to the chiefs home. Snotlout pushed through the group his face tight with anger.

"No! They. Stay. Together." Gothi shook her head explaining to him that Astrid's injuries required different healing. And that it wasn't appropriate. But Snotlout didn't budge as he folded his arms.

"No! The only reason they are still alive is because they had each other! Now, Thor knows what they've been through, but when the first one wakes they are going to be freaking out! And Thor knows they never listen for what's best for themselves! So put Astrid in Hiccup's room!" Snotlout shouted, tears welling in his eyes. He tried to keep his stare away from Astrid's lifeless form. Her raw slash's across her chest and stomach. The black bruises scattering her arms and legs. The white bubbling burns. The yellow puss that slowly formed from infection. Not to mention the black stuff that stained her undergarment.

Gothi nodded, having Astrid get settled into a bed next to Hiccup's. Snotlout knew one thing: they were alive because they had each other. It was once like a story his mother told him. About the moon and the sun. And how the sun was willing to do anything it took to let his moon breathe.

Snotlout's gaze was drawn to Hiccup as he inhaled sharply. He clearly had some broken ribs. Whip lashes coating his back... and a shallow cut made from a dagger. He had been stabbed in the stomach just in the right spot to cause pain, but not serious damage. Snotlout sneered with anger. Oh when he got his hands on Johann.

The gang was forced to leave, but they waited inpatiently outside. By nightfall there was still no word. They paced and sat anxiously, fearing the worst but hoping for the best. Then Tuffnut lost it. Not like his usual tantrums that ended in eye rolls, but a single, silent tear that dropped of his jaw.

"It could have been us." Ruff whispered to her brother, making him tear up with the horrid thought. Snotlout stopped his incessant pacing and looked at them sadly.

"It was us. They are us." His voice was meek. Snotlout didn't know how to feel. He was angry no doubt. But his head throbbed in fear for their lives. Sadness. Relief. It was too much for the normally emotionally dead Viking. Fishlegs was holding his head in his hands, mumbling to himself.

"Fishlegs?" He lifted his head his lip trembling as he spoke. It was the one question they all needed the answer to. But no one was brave enough to ask. And nobody wanted to know.

"What if one of them doesn't make it?" His voice was hushed and choked as he swallowed down a sob. Tuff winced trying his best not think about it. Snotlout opened his mouth. Than closed it. He had no answer. He had no idea. He only knew that they had to survive. They just have too!

"Boys. And Ruff." Stoick's voice was nothing but a weak whisper. Something no one had ever heard. He paused, his eyes soft.

"Hiccup is expected to live." Everyone smiled and stood, the tension relaxing, but only slightly. Toothless, who had been scratching at the door crying for his rider, lifted his head happily, recognizing those words.

"A-and A-Astrid?" Snotlout squeaked out. They all stared nervously at Stoick, but his shoulders sank instead.

"We... we don't know." Fishlegs breath caught in his throat, the answer to his question slowly forming an answer.

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Hiccup's P.O.V

The first thing I noticed was that the pain had dulled. It was still there no doubt, but it was less. My ribs were sore and my entire back felt raw still. The next thing was the light. Light?

I struggled to open my eyes, fear washing over me to the reality of the nightmare I was living in. But as vision cleared from its foggy state, I realized I was home. In my bedroom, in my warm bed! I almost laughed, if it wasn't the pressure on my chest. I was on my stomach.

I was alive! My heart suddenly sank, and my head pounded with the flooded memories. I had lost Astrid. All pain seemed to be forgotten as I sat up, ready to spring out of bed. It was my head and heart thinking as one.

They alone can guide one through separate problems. But together, it seeks only one thing. Even at the most desperate times, the mind truly only desires one thing. Love.

Through the searing pain coming from my back, that was now wrapped up tightly, I stood. My eyesight still clouded, as my head begged for me to take it easy. I glanced around the room. There. On another bed laying under a sheet, was Astrid. Her eyes were closed, but her face was clean and calm.

I limbed over, gasping for air, but I made it. I sat on the stool next to her bedside. Her undergarment was new and clean. The grueling wounds starting to heal. Her bruises started to fade along with the the burns as they became patchy scars. How long had I been out? Maybe a week. Maybe two. I didn't care at that moment as I watched Astrid breathe!

"Oh thank Thor!" I whispered louder than I planned. I grabbed her fingers and intertwined them with mine. I reached over through all my screaming wounds and kissed her forehead. Happy tears began to spill. As I had gotten through it. We had gotten through it. And we always would.

A sudden groan escaped her lips. My eyes widened with joy as she opened her eyes and stared at me. She reached up slowly resting her hand on my cheek. I leaned in and closed my eyes, feeling her warm hand against my jaw. She sighed softly, her thumb brushing against the tiny hairs that prickled my jaw line.

"Hiccup-"

"I thought I lost you." I whispered through my tears. A tiny smile tugged at the corners of her lips. And she too began to cry.

"Me too." She whispered, her voice trembling. She inhaled sharply, still struggling to get air in. I was too, as I soon realized. I winced but ignored it further.

I looked into those ocean blue eyes. They were fill with such love. Such happiness. They reflected the sunlight that leaked through the windows. Tears are the gateway to what hides behind eyes. True emotion, directly connected to the brain.

She smiled and gently pulled me down until my forehead pressed against hers and our tear streaks merged together. We smiled softly through the pain, the warmth that radiated off our bodies, melting away the horrid week we hand gone through. I wanted to curl up with her and fall asleep, her head nuzzled under my chin and our arms tangled.

"There will always be a Hiccup and Astrid." I whispered on choked words. And I meant it. Johann was going to need to do a lot more to break us. Astrid let a tiny groan escape her lips, but blew it off as she spoke.

"Just like there will always be a sun and moon."

Hope you enjoyed! Sorry it was soooo long and not as detailed as I liked. I hope this was the ending you were all hoping for. Let me know if you want a part 3. I am also thinking about writing a series of separate one-shots in the httyd universe from Toothless's P.O.V. Let me know if you want that! Review and request! Until next time,

-Daisy