Stoick's POV
The big explosion started to fade and ash was in the thick air falling above our heads. "Hiccup! Hiccup!?" I yelled, desperately trying to find my only son. I haven't seen him in the air since the very start of the big fight. Everyone was looking for my son on my command. The teens flew in the air on their new dragons. It's amazing how my little Hiccup could bring our worlds together after 300 years of killing them. I lost all hope after hours of searching and the Vikings were tired.
My knees felt weak as I fell to the ground and a tear escaped my eye. I felt a large hand on my shoulder. I could recognize that hand everywhere and anytime. It was Gobber. He gave me a sad look and went back to the villagers and told them to stop the search.
"I'm sorry Stoick. He was a good kid," He told me. I went over to the villagers and told the men who sailed the boats to go back to Berk and get more ships. All our ships had been destroyed under the battle. Only hope of getting home was by dragons.
Astrid wasn't by the crowd so I went searching for her. I saw a blue Nadder and a crying blonde girl, not far from the dragon. I put a hand on her shoulder and she almost jumped. Her eyes were red of all the tears she had released. After a few seconds of silence she hugged me and cried in my chest.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for all the mean things I said to him and everything I did. I'm sorry for my behavior. And now… there's no chance of saying I'm sorry," She cried, buried in my chest.
"Shh, its ok lass, everything is going to be ok. Shh," I tried to comfort her, but I realized I was horrible at it. I never tried to comfort or even listen to Hiccup. Tears escaped my eyes as I thought of how bad of a father I had been through the years. I'm not a father. I'm only a man who can't even raise a child. I told Astrid she had to bring people back on her dragon.
"We will stay here and search for Hiccup. You go back to the Village and be the leader while I'm gone. Order some of the village to send three boats here and bring one boat for Hiccup's funeral. He deserved better than this, and he deserves to be honored as a Viking, friend, Hero and a son," She obeyed my orders and took one of the sailors on the back of her Dragon. The rest who stayed behind relaxed and waited for the ships to come. I wanted to search all day long, but I knew there was no use. My boy is gone, and he is never coming back and I will never have my chance to say I'm sorry. For not listening, for not being there, for not being a father when he needed it the most and for being a nightmare to my one and only son. My own flesh and blood and the only thing I have left off Valhallarama. Now they're both gone. I remember him telling me about my nest. How he hoped I would go and die, but a part of him also begged me not to, and I wish I listened to that the most.
Now we both have to pay the price. He died a hero, and I'm left alone in this lonely world. How am I supposed to live, knowing that my family has been taken from me? And worst off all, how am I supposed to live, knowing that it was my entire fault? If I had just accepted him for who he was, we wouldn't be in this mess.
Out in the distance I could hear a faint dragon roar. It's not the mighty roars, but this time, more like a dragon in pain. Looking back, I could see most of the warriors had noticed. Without saying anything I run towards the sound as fast as my feet can run. Behind me I could hear the rest of my people following with their shields and weapons just in case. The ashes started to fade, making it easier for all of us to see. The roar became louder, and then it stopped. But we kept running, knowing where it might be now. To my surprise we found the source, but it was not a pretty one. A few men was holding a black dragon down to the ground, chaining it up. Wait, I know that dragon. It's Toothless!
We run towards the dragon, ready to attack at any second. If my son was alive, I know he would want his best friend to be fine. With all my might I let out a war cry, running to the shores where several ships were. The crest was familiar, but I can't remember it. Toothless was being dragged onto the ship, chained up to the wooden deck. Then I heard something I could dream to hear again.
"Well, well, aren't ya a nice Night fury eh?" Alvin the Treacherous laughed. What is he doing here? More importantly, what is he doing with Toothless? "Would be ashamed if something happened to this rider of yours," He walked over to the mast of the ship, unfolding a small dagger, pinning it up to something attached to the mast. Alvin must have noticed us, as he commanded his men to shoot arrows, ordering them to board the ship.
We stood as close as we could, watching the ship turn to the opposite direction. Before they were out of reach I noticed something tied to the mast, well more like someone. The person had small and thin arms, green tunic with burn marks on the man's wrists. The only person I could think of is my son, but how?