Another sad one. Antag!Valka written to the request of writer justawanderingdragon.
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She could hear the shouts of her son ringing out from behind the wall of ice.
"Toothless stop! Please!"
She didn't sprint like anyone's life depended on it, not like the man already yards ahead of her was doing. As the shouts of Stoick got closer to his son's desperate pleas, Valka slowed. She stopped. And she stood there.
She could save them. She had at least a good minute. She had time. Just enough to knock them both out of the way, and if need be, take that blow herself.
But she stood there.
She found herself a spectator, observing with an almost removed sort of mentality, like she wasn't really there, and there were no real risks to simply watching her long lost husband bolt towards their only son, backing up to the wall of ice until he had no place left to go.
Twenty seconds. She had maybe twenty seconds to intervene.
"Toothless, bud it's me... it's Hiccup. I-I'm right here! Stop!"
But what if she just…. did nothing? She was better off alone, living with the dragons, that much was true. And did her husband really, really care about her cause? She'd had twenty years of solitude with the creatures to know whose side she was on. And Stoick had had the same twenty years raising the one son she never got to know. Perhaps making such a sacrifice for either of them would do nothing at all. It would be forgotten quickly.
What if… What if they never saw dragons the way she did? Those two men on the other side of that icy wall, they were vikings; they would never be like her. They would never carry out the mission that she had planned, to take down Bludvist, and then take the world with the dragons by her side.
Five seconds.
She stood and watched with distant eyes and a limp hold around her staff. Time was a messy blur to her.
One second.
"Dad, NO!
PFOOOMMF!
Ice flew everywhere.
Valka just barely restrained herself from lifting her hands to her ears. Her time was all run out. And she had made her choice.
When the smoke and steam cleared, the black dragon was still standing where it had been moments ago, panting, teeth bared, with a deranged look in his slitted eyes.
Before she even reached the pile of splintering ice, Valka knew exactly what had happened.
We never would have been a real family again, anyway, She decided.
As she watched, a crumpled figure on the ground pushed itself up on its- his arms. It was Hiccup.
After catching his breath his eyes were immediately on the fallen mass buried under ice and snow, a tangle of limbs and clothing and blood. If she hadn't already lost the last of her humanity, the woman who witnessed the look on that boy's face would have sobbed in agony. But she did not.
She turned around and began to walk away, staff in hand, ready to command a new army.