alright, so. this is by far the shortest freaking chapter i have written, but i figured i haven't posted anything in a while soo. and yeah, i know i really need to slow it down but i'm not particularly sure how...? butttttt uh yeah. (( this is so not turning out the way i wanted )': ))

"He's gone.

He's dead.

Hiccup is dead because of you."
"No!"
"You could have saved him! YOU sat there and let his father kill him! HICCUP IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!"
"No! No! No!" Jack tall, black figure before him repeated the words, face growing grimmer in mock sadness as he watched Jack weep.
Jack envisioned Hiccup smiling at him, happily drunk. He wanted to remember Hiccup happy, but that night at the bar was the only good memory he had of him. The memory quickly turned though, changing Hiccup's joy-filled face into one of pure agony. Hiccup was lying painfully on his back, blood splattered across his nearly naked body, clothes ripped and soaked in dark crimson. Jack noticed someone before him, watching a nasty gash near hiccup's left hip drip steadily. the villains face was distorted, features curled up in an evil grin. It took a while for Jack to recognize him, the smile at the culprits face making him almost completely unrecognizable. the only real giveaway being the full head of white hair. Jack gasped and and tried to stumble back, but he didn't move- he couldn't. It was almost as if he was hovering above the scene, watching in horror as evil- Jack began to move. Evil Jack tore his eyes from Hiccup, and turned, grabbing a bloodied staff- like stick from the wall.
"Jack..please..please, don't.." Hiccup moaned from the floor, taking ragged breaths every few seconds. Jack watched Hic, remorse flashing in his eyes. He quickly covered it though, bringing the staff up into a swinging position. His eyes zero'ed in to the side of Hiccup's head, and with a powerful crack and a muffled yelp, connected the bent end of the staff with the side of Hiccup's face. the end of the staff cracked upon impact and flew across the room to god's knows where, and Hiccup's body turned, hips twisted painfully upwards. His head was laying unnaturally on the ground, chin resting just above his shoulder, neck broken.
"NO!" Jack yelled, and collapsed to the ground, clutching his head in his hands, pounding as if to force the thoughts from his mind. The Black figure crouched down next to Jack, and with the most pained expression it could manage, whispered: "You did this."

Jack woke with a start, gasping and grabbing at the air before him.
"Hicc-..!"
Shaking, Jack managed to stand up straight. A bead of sweat had begun just above his brow.
"Just..just a nightmare..it was nothing.." Jack told himself. He realized then where he was. he had fallen asleep in the hospital waiting room, luckily the hospital was small, and at this time of night no one was in there to see him freakout. Stretching, Jack decided the cold night air would do him good. He slowly walked over to the door, still slightly shaken, and jumped back when the door was opened in front of him.
"Are you Jack?" asked the aging officer. He was short, balding and had a scowl permanently etched into his features. his eyes held sadness though, as if they had seen to much of it, to the point where it almost never left his mind.
"Yes.." Jack was scared. What reason could they have to send an officer to find him? Jack looked at the policeman- eyebrows raised with worry.
"Oh thank god, I've been looking for you." Officer Roberts- Jack noted- said. Roberts moved into the room then, and motioned for Jack to sit. He did.
" I'm not sure i should be the one to tell you, but Hiccup Haddock has a small concussion, which resulted in a temporary coma. He should be alright in the next couple days, but malnutrition and the blow to the head had been a bit much him. the doctor can explain in more detail later, but i'm here to tell you that Jacob has been found. Stoick Haddock is in jail, but since Jacob is a minor i couldn't release him in the dead of night. i asked him and he said to look for a Jack with white hair so if you went to the station i can release him to you."
Jack blinked in confusion. hiccup is in a..a coma? no..no no no. this wasn't how this was supposed to go, we should be back home now. toothless should be with Hiccup. Hiccup should be okay, not..not in a coma!
Jack watched officer Roberts shift awkwardly in his seat, waiting for an answer to the question jack couldn't quite remember.
"Hiccup could die from this." Jack stated, looking down at his pale hands.
"It's very, very unlikely, Jack. It is only a minor concussion, He'll come out of it soon enough." Roberts looked uneasily at Jack, pursed his lips and stood.
"Right, so if you cant come get Jacob i'll release him in the morning."
"I'll get him." Jack suddenly remembered why Roberts had found him in the first place.
"Good, good."

"Man its creepy in there!" Toothless exclaimed the second he and Jack were outside.
"I bet." Jack replied. They were waiting on a bench outside the station waiting for Roberts to take them back to the hospital.
"So..Hiccup's in a coma?" Toothless looked up at Jack who was still trying to process it himself.
"Yeah, yeah he is but he's gonna be fine. He'll be fine, okay?"
"Yeah. He'll be fine." Toothless agreed. Jack struggled to find something to talk about, something to take the kid's mind off his brother. eventually he smiled and turned to toothless.
"Hey, How did you get your nickname?" Toothless chuckled slightly before running his hand though his hair.
"Well, it was a long time ago. i was about six, and about to lose my baby teeth anyway, but me and a bunch of neighborhood kids were playing baseball with some old sticks and a few pine cones. We were outside our house and it was really late, like eight thirty, and it was kinda dark, anyway we had this puppy back then that liked to run away, like, a lot. but we were all out there playing, one of my friends was batting, when Hiccup opened the door to check on us. the puppy flew out the door and i could already tell he was heading towards the street, so i took off after him. apparently my friend didn't see me running towards him and he swung the stick right as i was about to pass him. it knocked all my front teeth out and after hiccup had stopped freaking out over my bloody face he kinda laughed and said i was toothless. all the other kids heard it and it just kind of stuck" ((this literally happened to me, only it didn't knock my front teeth out, but i did get a scar out of it!)) Toothless sighed recalling the memory.
"It was a lot better back then..Ya know, when i wasn't healing from face injuries." Jack smiled and looked down at a rock beside him.
"up in Oregon, Hic has an apartment right in the middle of town. its by the college and high school, really nice.. i think you'll like it up there." Toothless nodded silently.
"Yeah, yeah it'll be better up there."
"Are ya' ready to go back up to the hospital?" Officer Roberts walked out of the station then, and motioned for them to follow.

walking down the hallway now, Jack was flipping out in his head. He hadn't thought about actually seeing him, and now that he was about to, Jack decided he didn't want to see Hiccup with IV's and that ugly hospital...essence. Toothless, on the other hand, was ecstatic to see his brother. He was worried, Jack was sure, but more than anything, happy to see Hic, to know that he was okay.
"246 isn't it?" Toothless nodded silently to himself, scanning the room numbers. "232, 234, 236.." He muttered under his breath. Jack followed behind him, a few steps back. He's going to look terrible isn't he? it's going to be all your fault. Jack thought before he could stop himself.
"240, 242, 244..." Oh god, Oh god Oh god..
"246." Toothless looked back at jack, and slipped past the barely cracked door.
Jack took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and pushed the heavy door open.

i would promise that it'll be better next chapter, but why lie?

(( best i can do is rush the hijack lovelies))