The night went on, and on, and on. Vikings got drunk, children played with dragons, and some sat talking. Hiccup was getting tired of all the congratulations and felt exhausted. He excused himself from the teens, and headed for the huge doors to the exit. On his way, Vikings gave him a pat on his shoulder, some taking him by surprise making him almost fall over as he got kind of…scared. Toothless walked by his side, noticing the exhausted and tired look on his riders face. His whole body told him he wasn't right, but as everyone had said, he had been through a lot.
Something was bugging his mind, trying to stay awake just until he had exited the hall. Every time someone gives him a pat on his shoulder he moved away quickly as if he had seen a ghost. Many Vikings gave him confused, yet worried, glances as the small Viking and his dragon made their way out of the hall.
Once he had exited the hall, he took in the fresh air, trying to clear his mind as the party just reminded him so badly about everything that had happened. Almost like a little summary of his life, but the ending never really came. Toothless looked at his rider, expecting him to jump on, but instead he just stood there, looking over Berk. Hiccup looked down at the worried dragon. "I'm fine, bud. Just a little tired," He answered, mounting the scaly dragon and they both set off for his home.
They entered the house, walking over to the kitchen to get some food for Toothless. Hiccup struggled to get the basket out, but Toothless nudged him to the side and got it himself. He watched as his dragon ate the fish happily, and settled down by the fire with a blanket over him. Without meaning to, he fell asleep.
"Hiccup."
"Hiccup."
"Hiccup."
"I'm coming for you," A voice said, deep into the darkness he could see blood eyes looking at him with an evil laugh. Hiccup looked around, trying to find the source of the voice once the eyes had disappeared.
"Just let me help you."
"You're not my son."
"Train my dragon's boy."
"She's not here, Hiccup."
Voices echoed in the darkness around the boy. He tried to cover his ears with his hands, but then noticed they were chained. Panicking, he attempts to free himself again. He got frustrated as he defeated and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Opening his eyes again, his eyes widened at the demonic figures of Alvin and Stoick above him. His father held a hammer and Alvin held a dagger. The two of them moved closer to him with their weapons, one at each side.
"Hiccup."
"Wake up."
"Hiccup-"
Hiccup jumped up, crawling away from the person who talked to him. Looking around he noticed he was back in his house by the fire pit. Without having noticed before, his father stood there, watching him with a worried expression. Hiccup noticed him and felt his heart jump out of his chest as he never stopped crawling away from the man. When he reached the corner of the room he held his crutch defensively. "Get away from me!" He shouted, tears falling down his face. "Please! Just stay away!"
Stoick tried to go closer, hoping to calm his son down even if he had no idea what was going on, but received one of his crutches lightly in his stomach. He stepped back, wondering how he was supposed to calm him down. "Hiccup! It was only a nightmare. You're okay now. Just let me help you."
"No! S-Stay away!" He shouted, crawling together in a ball. Toothless watched the whole scene, but needed an end to this. He walked over to Hiccup, cooing in sadness, and in hope of comforting him. At first Hiccup got scared and almost pointed his crutch at his best friend, but changed it to a hug and cried on his 'shoulder'.
Stoick walked pass the two and into his room, knowing there was no way of helping Hiccup today. He heard lightly snoring as he walked pass them, looking down to find his son sleeping peacefully in his friends arms. He sighed, looking back to the door, walking in and closed it for the night.