Did you, did you people, did you people see the trailer for HYTTD 2…. OMFG that was so f ing mind blowing. And Hiccup and Astrid moment, omg so adorable. Toothless and Hiccup was so amazing. Gods I loved everything from the trailer. So fucking awesome (sorry for language). I can't wait to see HYTTD 2
Volume I: The beginning of the end.
Summary: God promised the resurrection of the dead. No one knew what he had in mind until he showed us all.
Rated T: Mild blood and gore, use of drugs, suggestive sexual contents and frequent violence. Vivid gore has been erased form this story…. I just felt it was too much…. Goodbye sweet sweet gore…
Why couldn't he? Why? Why was it so hard to pull that trigger? He had it in his sight. He had the zombie in his aim. Why couldn't he pull and fire? His iris stays wide and focus, mind in an alternative universe. He squeezes the steering wheel, rewarded by a squeaky sound. Every second his sight averts to his rear mirror catching a glimpse of Astrid's cold gaze. She twists her head to the window, her lips twists in a snarl.
A heavy tension cloaks the teens, each lips lids together. Nervous glances go from Hiccup and Astrid and Astrid to Hiccup. Snotlout stares ahead, hands plastered on his rod.
'Hiccup was so brave back in the restaurant. If it wasn't for him, we would all be dead. We both had gun practice already. Why did he hesitate? It nearly got Astrid killed.' Snotlout throws a peek over his shoulder, eyes stopping at Astrid. The blond sends a force smile to him, him sending back one of his own. He turns and sinks into the spongy seat, a hint of a smile plaster on his lips. He closes his eyes, resting peacefully for the time being.
Hiccup sighs, pressing the acceleration. She could have died, she would have died. You're so useless, so stupid, so dorky, and so easy. You don't deserve to live; you don't deserve to have a life.
The Porsche speed ahead the empty ghost streets of Berk, dust trailing behind.
Its people like you that makes other dies. End your life now. You don't deserve to live.
Snotlout lazily opens one eye, tilting his head to the driver. He folds his hands, studying the boy. He's beating himself up, Snotlout realizes.
"Not everyone is alike when it comes to the trigger you know," Snotlout says.
"But I did it already." Hiccup growls. Snotlout didn't expect that answer.
"Practice and reality is two different things. It was something alive."
"But it was dead already," yells Hiccup, foot mashing the acceleration. He breathes heavily, teeth gritting together.
"But yet still alive," continues Fishlegs, as he saw Snotlout was lost for words. Brute force isn't usually accompanied by knowledge.
"But it was dead Fishlegs. It was dead," he whispers, lips quivering.
"Practice will never prepare you for the emotions that company the situation, practice only shows you what can happen," Fishlegs mumbles, eyes wide with hope as he stares at his friend.
Hiccup suddenly feels a surge of anger. He opens his mouth to yell, but his friend's words hit him dead on. Hiccup laughs, completely different from his usual laugh.
"Listen to me ok; I had the thing in my eyesight. I could have killed it. But I didn't." Hiccup shouts.
"You didn't kill him because your Hiccup and not what you think you are. What you see can change you, but don't make it change my best friend. "Fishlegs argues.
Astrid watches the scene unfolding with a smirk. Things change people, but Hiccup is rapidly changing. Reluctantly, she jumps in the argument, mind deciding no matter how Hiccup deserves punishment, he doesn't deserve this.
"Hiccup, I'm sorry what happened ok, but you cannot beat yourself up for it. You learn from your mistakes." Astrid says.
"Well I learned from it," Hiccup barks.
"But don't change, please. I remember that cute boy that I saw in Chemistry class on the first day of school. When I look at you…. It seems like that was a long time ago."
Hiccup breathing slows, the car accompanying it. He whispers a thank you.
The streets of Berk are like a ghost town, so empty, so quiet. The wind hisses through small areas, beating against abandon cars. Zombies stagger on the road, extending their meatless hands as the Porsche passes.
"Where is everyone?" Ruffnut asks. No one answers, for no one knows.
Hiccup turns on the radio, switching from channel to channel until he gets a good signal. The teens give their undivided attention.
"Tssss, Tssss. This is emergency alert system broadcasting worldwide. I know a lot of you are scared, terrified and saddened. I know what you feel because I have also lost someone dear. Let us have a moment of silence as we say goodbye to our late First lady."
"Wha?" rackets the teens.
"The first lady?"
"At exactly 10:00am, an unknown virus hit The United States of America. Causalities are in the hundreds of thousands. We do not know what is this virus, neither who sent it. We think it's a sign of war. Our brave soldiers are on the streets fighting the monsters. I will not lie to you all. This is the worst we've ever faced. And what we are facing, is the dead. Do not panic. Please, we will overcome this obstacle, just like we've overcome so many. Stay in your homes and lock your doors. We'll be there, shortly. This is the president of the United States, addressing on Emergency alert system, signing off…"
"What an uplifting speech." Hiccup says.
"He spoke like we've already lost." Says Tuffnut.
"Haven't we?" asks Ruffnut. No answer.
Another static and this time another voice is heard on the radio.
"Brothers and sisters, I welcome you all. I knew this day was close. Resurrection…. Was it a virus, or was it the wrath of god. God promised the resurrection of the dead. Could he mean this? Believers, I have found some disturbing and frightful verses in the bible. But what can be more frightful than what we saw? (I shan't lie. These are actual verses in the bible. Google yourself if thou not believe.)
Zechariah 14:12: And this shall be the plague with which the Lord will strike all the peoples that wage war against Jerusalem: their flesh will rot while they are still standing on their feet, their eyes will rot in their sockets, and their tongues will rot in their mouths.
Isaiah 26:19-20: Your dead shall live; their bodies shall rise. You who dwell in the dust, awake and sing for joy! For your dew is a dew of light, and the earth will give birth to the dead. Come, my people, enter your chambers, and shut your doors behind you; hide yourselves for a little while until the fury has passed by.
Daniel 12:2: And many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.
"Now people, do you still believe it's a virus. God was hinting of this since the beginning of time. So blind we were…. Tsss tsss." And static claim the radio.
The teens are petrified. "What the fu-?"Curses Snotlout
"That was in there the whole time?" Ruffnut asks again.
"Appear so."
And so the teens are envelope in silence once again. All in their own minds, all too terrified.
"Where are we going?" sighs Snotlout, tired of the silence.
"My house, stockpile of foods, and state of the art security; should do for the time. Army is coming after all…" Hiccup says.
Snotlout nods, and then gasps as he realizes someone.
"My parents," he whispers. "I need to see them."
Suddenly, like a chain of reaction, the teens agree.
"I need to see mine." Fishlegs blurts.
"And ours too," the twins chorus. Hiccup clutches the wheel as he makes a decision. Separation is not an option.
"Whatever happens, whatever we decide, we stick together." growls Hiccup. He is startled at his own behavior. Why is he changing? Why is he adapting? His questions are left unanswered…..
For no one remains pure in the Zombie Apocalypse.
Snotlout walks with pure determination in his eyes, closely followed by a worried Hiccup and a sympatric Astrid. Fishlegs and the twins trails sluggishly behind, head bowed low in defeat.
Nothing, they found nothing. No live, no dead. As each teen spotted their respective houses, excitement overtook them. As their feet landed on the porch excitement were gradually converted to reluctance and after they stepped in the house, reluctance dropped to fear. Fear for the unknown? Fear for the walking dead? As they realize the house was empty, they feared for the worse. Though they told themselves they shouldn't jump to horrible conclusions, their terrified minds couldn't stop it…
The streets are wiped of any life, excluding the six. It is mostly a ghost town, not even a vehicle in sight. They walk silently, eyes scanning each house as they passed. Every house is the same, a well matched-box designed house, installed with a porch and coated white.
Minutes passes with no conflict when Snotlout suddenly halts.
"Let's go," Hiccup says. Snotlout grunts in response. He briskly approaches his house, hiccup following behind as he paid attention to his surrounding, something Snotlout overlooked.
Astrid beckons the other three to stop. "Let's wait out here. Give those two sometime."
"But," Hiccup pleads, "The outside is scary." As the words slips off his mouth a cold wisp of wind beats their faces. They shiver.
"Leave them alone," she whispers. "We'll be safe." Her voice betrays her, wanting to believe in her words but fails. "We'll be safe," she repeats again.
"We'll be safe." She stares in the eerie streets, shuddering.
"Everything is going to be ok."
Snotlout kicks the door open. He screams for 'mother,' pacing all over the place.
"Mom! Brother! Father!"
"Quiet," Hiccup growls, "We don't know what is in here."
Snotlout approaches Hiccup standing by the doorway. "Are you saying my family is dead?" he whispers harshly.
"I don't know, but we need to keep a clear head and put safety first." Snotlout curtly nods.
"You better not be right," he grumbles, continuing his search for his family.
Snotlout walks into the living room. Suddenly, he halts in his track, his eyes fix on something. He falls to his knees as the tears fell.
In the middle of the room was his zombified siblings and father munching on his pale looking mother. He shuddered.
Hiccup being curious of Snotlout actions investigates. He nearly heaves his dinner as he sees the scene.
"Oh no," Hiccup sighs, averting his eyes from the gory scene. He gazes at Snotlout, a sympatric look on his face. He tentatively rests a hesitant palm on the grief stricken boy shoulder. Snotlout shakes it off, sending Hiccup a fierce glare before reverting his sight to the gory scene.
Why, why,' he yells in his head. 'Why does it have to be like this? If I would have stayed home, if I hadn't fought with my father they'll be alive right now. Ha, always the rebellious child. Is this my punishment?'
'IS THIS MY PUNISHMENT?'
'I was looking for this. I brought this on myself. Look at it Snotlout, look what you have done. Look at the man ripping the flesh off the woman he loves. Look at the two children whom she adores devouring her little by little.'
'LOOK AT IT!'
"Shut up," he mumbles.
'This is your fault. This is the punishment you get for being a rebellious child.
"Shut up," he growls.
'You wanna see them right! Good, take Hiccup's gun and end it. Blow your brains out. DO IT!"
It is tempting, so tempting. He has nothing to live for. His father, sister, brother is a zombie and his mother is dead. So has he glances at the gun, he has a strong urge to end it. But, he gazes at Hiccup who has a sympatric and sorrowful look in his eyes. He remembers he has something to live for. Like it or not, he may had never acknowledged it but Hiccup is family. And family never abandons family. Astrid, Tuffnut, Ruffnut and Fishlegs all are family too. That is his new family. And he will protect them with all his strength, until his heart stop breathing or until the teeth bites his live away...
"Snotlout, suicide isn't worth it," Hiccup whispers. It is strange, almost supernatural like. How does Hiccup know what Snotlout is thinking?
Snotlout nods, in a trance. He stares at his family once more. "Mindless beast they are," he mumbles. He stands on his legs, twirling the rod in his hand. "I can't leave them like this Hiccup." Hiccup glances from the rod to his family. He realized what Snotlout's motive is.
"Snotlout, you can't be serious? They are your family."
"They are monsters."
"But."
"Hiccup, this isn't your decision. I don't want them to be like this." Hiccup shudders with horrid eyes. Snotlout whistles. His zombified family moans as they search the surrounding for the source. Spotting the two boys they rise, bitten feet approaching the fresh meats. Hiccup back steps in fear, but finds the courage to stand his ground.
'You got to be strong Hiccup.'
Snotlout lifts his rod above his head, waiting for the moment to strike.
"I'm sorry brother." A single tear falls as the rod impales his brother head.
Snotlout heart aches. His mind falls into a frenzy of betrayal. His hands protest against him for doing such a treacherous act. He falls into a dilemma, unaware of the hungry cannibals slowly extending there hands for him.
"Why did you do that Snotlout? Why did you? Why did you?"
Snotlout falls to his knees, shutting his ears and eyes as he sobs.
"Why did you?" the voice whispers.
"I did it, for you."
"Liar!" the voice spits. "Liar, always a liar. You're the devil itself Snotlout, you deserve this. You deserve to live a short sufferable life and have an agonizing death."
"Shut up," Snotlout sobs, voice cracky as he sniffles. "Shut up, shut up."
"You killed me. I hate you Snotlout. Lacie hates you. Mother hates you. Father hates you. You are nothing but a disappointment. Everyone hates you..."
"Snotlout, watch out!" Hiccup screams. He pulls the boy away from the zombies grasp, kicks away the closest one and pulls out his gun. He takes a deep breathe...
'Just breathe and shoot', his tutors words orders in his mind. Hiccup squeezes the trigger, the shot aching his virgin eardrums. The bullet buries itself into the target skull. Another accurate shot and it is over. Hiccup falls to his knees, shuddering and panting. He throws the gun away, eyes gazing at the gun like if it is the devil.
What was that?" yells a frighten Ruffnut.
"A gunshot. It came from Hiccup." Fishlegs answers.
"Are they ok?"
"Only one way to find out," Astrid mutters. Let's go." They approach the house but shortly stop after they found out they were one head short.
"Tuffnut, do you wanna stay out here or something?" Ruffnut scowls. Tuffnut just stares into the distance, his body shaking increasing as each second passes.
"Tuffnut?" Ruffnut calls, her voice mix with annoyance and concern. Tuffnut steps backward as two rotten bodies, moaning and groaning like in eternal pain, advance. Suddenly, other emerges, their targets: the teens. Tuffnut twirls around, his eyesight spotting over fifty.
"They're everywhere! They're everywhere!"
"Shut it you asshole," Astrid growls. "You'll attract more of them." Astrid grabs his shoulder and savagely hauls him to Snotlout's house.
"Uh Astrid, shouldn't we get to safety. I mean they are some pretty huge forests we could lose the zombies in." Fishlegs offers. Astrid gaps for a few seconds before punching him in the jaw.
"What the hell? Are you saying to abandon Hiccup?" She punches him again, his nose cracks and blood flows. "You have known Hiccup longer than I have and you're saying to abandon him? What kind of friend are you?" Astrid scoffs and then hurriedly enters the house, Fishlegs reluctantly bringing up the rear.
"You killed them." Snotlout mumbles. Snotlout giggles, completely different dim his known chuckle. It was dark, kinda maniac like. "Well I didn't know you had it in you sticks. Congratulations!" Snotlout rises. "You killed my family." He claps and chuckles.
"I had too."
"Well good for you." Snotlout growls. Suddenly, he lunges at Hiccup, grasping Hiccup's neck tightly.
"Snotlout," Hiccup chokes.
"You killed them Hiccup, Snotlout said, voice filled with malice. "You didn't have too."
"They were going to kill you."
"I don't care," he spits. "I was prepared for that. I wanted to die. Now for what you've done, I'm going to kill you."
Hiccup's eyes turn red and his face a dangerous shade of blue. He stretches for the gun and points it at Snotlout's face.
Snotlout releases the boy's neck. Hiccup coughs, massaging his neck. He looks up to see a tear faced Snotlout holding the gun directly at his brains.
"Please kill me Hiccup. Please, end my life. I have nothing to live for. Please."
For a moment Hiccup lost himself. The side of his lips twitches into a tiny smile before trying to pull the trigger. But he stops. He pulls the gun away and pockets it.
"I'm not going to do that Snotlout."
Snotlout chuckles manically again, saying "Then I guess I'll just have to kill you."
He lunges for Hiccup's neck again but Hiccup saw it coming and easily evades. He kicks the bulky boy in the stomach, punches him in the face and knees the boy's groin. Snotlout clutches his pain struck manhood as he groans. Hiccup watches with a smirk, his gun sticking out his pocket. Snotlout glares with pure hatred.
"What is going on here?" Astrid asks, her presence dissolving the fight. It takes a second for Astrid to figure it out. She rolls her eyes. "Ugh, boys being boys." Then for no reason, she glances downwards. Her eyes spot the bodies and she doesn't have to ask to know who it is. The other three had already discovered the deceased.
"Oh Snotlout," Ruffnut sighs.
"Don't try to comfort me," he spits, voice still present with malice. "Now, you all are going to watch as I beat this stick," he points to Hiccup, "to a pulp."
"Snotlout, look, I know you're angry but you don't have to do this. They were dead from the start. You couldn't do anything about it; I couldn't do anything about it. I know it may seem unfair but this is how it is now. Death will always be with us. We have to accept it and move on." Hiccup says; voice calm and controlled.
Snotlout ponders on the thought. Hiccup's words are like a light to Snotlout in a dark eerie alleyway. It shines out from the dark, so bright, so true; he takes the words to heart...
Snotlout nods, reassuring the teens the evil is cast away. Hiccup keeps a keen eye on the boy.
"So are we done?" asks Astrid innocently.
"Hello, freaking zombies outside. Does that sound like we're fucking done?" Fishlegs panics.
Hiccup lifts an eyebrow. "Fishlegs, what's with the potty mouth? What happen to you guys when I was absent?"
"Long story, let's just get outta here, "Astrid says, sending a death glare to Fishlegs who cringes in fear. Girl or not, she could seriously pack a punch.
"What happened to your face Fishlegs?"
"Long fucking story Hiccup. Now let's get the hell out of here!" yells Tuffnut. Then teens head to the exit but abruptly they hear moans and soon after bodies slam into the door.
"Shit, back door," orders Hiccup. Snotlout grasp Hiccup's shoulder. "Wha-"
"Hiccup, my basement. There's food there to last us a couple days." Hiccup smacks his head muttering 'why didn't I think about that."
The two lead the way. They drop to their knees, push the polished center piece table away and throw the mat to a random place. Concealed under the mat, is the prefect hiding place. There is a trap door leading to the basement. Safe and known for only the members of the household providing the final plan of safety if a situation goes from bad to worse. Luckily it was never used.
They open the latch and heave the door open.
"Come on," Hiccup beckons to the three teens to go first. Astrid jumps down first, landing with a soft thud follow closely by the others.
"Go Snotlout," Hiccup says, attention turning to the door as it cracks loudly.
Snotlout scowls and pushes Hiccup down. Snotlout shortly climbs down the ladder.
The door cracks and creaks and soon gives way. Dead after dead crawls over each other, desperately trying to get to the boy.
"Hey, I paid one thousand freaking dollar on that door." And with that he closes the trap door.
He joins the others, completely cloak in darkness.
"Snotlout, you shouldn't do that," Hiccup groans, rubbing his throbbing back. Snotlout shrugs.
"Had too."
"I can't see a thing in here," Fishlegs complains.
"None of us can," Astrid says.
Snotlout walks to a switch, knowing this place like the back of his mind. It is in fact, his place to think. Most times when his family gives him problems or when he has the world of stress on his shoulders he comes here to relieve some. It was just a couples years ago he started neglecting the place, turning to other illegal substances to relieve stress.
He wonders if this is all a silly joke. Is he strapped to a machine right now, in a coma? Is he unconscious somewhere for sniffing too much? Those thoughts cling to his mind like locust.
But he knows this isn't a dream. No one, not even the twisted of minds could dream reality like this.
"Welcome to paradise," he says, flipping the switch on.
The teens shield their eyes because of the bright light, but when they open it, it was indeed paradise. Or as close as you could get. Though quite small, in the center stands a towering seventy one inch flat screen TV accompanied with the stereo and DVD set. Surrounding the screen are glorious couches that look soft to the touch. Ancient artifacts and strange mantle pieces lays at most corner if the room.
"This is quite nice Snotlout," Astrid chimes. The teens settle on the couches, mouths shut and minds lost, probably thinking about their families, leaving Snotlout and Hiccup behind.
"Look Hiccup, I don't know what came over me and I guess I'm," Snotlout pockets his hands, trying to act cool but fail miserably, "sorry?" he whispers.
Hiccup is too busy formulating his next motives. They couldn't survive in here, maybe a few days but food will be gone after that. Plus there's no telling who many zombies they are outside. He sighs, why didn't he realize it? Now death is literally looming above their heads.
"Hiccup, you're not a one man show," Snotlout says, like if he had read Hiccup's mind. "You can't put all the burdens on your skinny shoulders."
"We're trapped Snotlout."
"Then let's put our heads together and figure this out together."
"And how exactly."
"By resting for the night. It was a long day and shit happens. We'll figure this out tomorrow."
"I don't see who that can solve it."
"Just trust me."
"Quite meaningful words coming from someone who nearly strangled me."
"Yeah, but I'm sorry. I wasn't myself and you know that."
"Yeah," he nods, "your right." Hiccup strolls to the couch but is stop by Snotlout extended fist. Instincts make him cringe but soon after realize Snotlout has another motive. He straightens.
"Don't leave me hanging here Bud." Hiccup smiles, his first smile for the night, bumping his fist with his cousin's.
"Cousins."
'Oh well this is great, my life is finally getting better. But now, in the apocalypse? My theory has been proven correct, the gods do hate Me.' he thoughts.
"Don't get too friendly," Snotlout jokes.
"Wouldn't dare." And so both strolls to the couches, smiles plastered on their faces, having woven a bond that could not be easily broken. A bond that will cement in the apocalypse.
Hiccup plops down next to Astrid, confuse as she shifts away.
"Are you afraid of me Astrid?"
"Not you in particular," she says, suddenly all defensive. She bows her head, hugging her herself, "Not you at all."
"So what happened to Fishlegs?" Her mood swing is amazing, shifting from defensive too angry in one second.
"Its better you don't know."
"Why?"
"Just leave it be Hiccup, no use dwelling in the past." Fishlegs argues.
"Okay it seems like no one wanna talk," he mumbles. "Or is it just me? Snotlout?" He was hopeful Snotlout would make some kind of conversation but the boy stares at the ground, lost in a trance. "It's okay to let it out," he says. He watches each teen, words directed to everyone, "it's okay to let it all out, you don't have to be afraid."
Snotlout is the first to break. He sobs uncontrollably, laying on the coach and cocooning himself as the cries. The twins cuddle with each other, Ruffnut resting her head on her brother's chest and Tuffnut wrapping his hands around her. It is an extremely rare sight to behold.
Fishlegs stretches himself on the couch, closing his eyes as he falls into unwelcome nightmares. Thirty minutes after, the room is silent as death, Hiccup and Astrid being the only one awake but neither saying a word. Hiccup rises, walking to each teen and placing a blanket over each of them, eyes sorrowful as it hovers above their frail bodies.
"Are you ready to tell me now?" Hiccup asks, sitting quietly down next to Astrid. Astrid resists the urge to shy away.
"Why aren't you worried about your parents?"
"Ba dump." Parents...
"Ba dump, Ba dump." his heart beats. He could hear it increasing in noise.
Parents... His heart stings, his body shudders and his eyes gaze into space.
"I never want to see you!" a voice yells. "I never want to see your shadow. You're a disppoint, you're the cause of her death. YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER BORN!"
Those cursed words... Tears wells in his eyes, having no desire to hold it in bay.
"Oh Hiccup; I'm sorry for bringing it up." Astrid closes the distance they shared, enveloping him in comforting hands. He buries his head in her shoulders.
A small freckled faced boy with combed auburn hair stood in a messy room as a maid fixed his tie. His small frame was garmented in a suit and his deep green eyes gazing lovingly at the maid.
"Sarah, when is father coming home?" he asks in his adorable high pitched voice.
"If young master Haddock is a good boy the master will surely come and praise him," Sarah smiles, pinching the child's noise, earning a giggle.
"Then I'll work hard," he shouts. Sarah smiles, expertly hiding the sympathy...
"Sarah is like a mother to me," Hiccup says. "She was always there for me. My mother passed away in childbirth and he blamed me for it.
"Who's he?"
"That man," he growls, suddenly full of anger.
"Oh."
"And actually, I can't even remember his face anymore." Hiccup tenses but eases as Astrid rubs his back.
"It was dark. I was running. I was so afraid Hiccup, so afraid. I thought I lost him. Just as I stopped to catch my breath he jumped out and pinned me down. I screamed. He was my first boyfriend, and he was trying to rape me. He ripped my close off. I didn't think Hiccup. I was filled with rage. I had a pocket knife on me..."
"Astrid, did you?"
"I didn't kill him Hiccup."
"Oh."
"I murdered him..." Hiccup gasps. Astrid continues. "Bloody murder. I took my knife out and impaled him in the stomach. He died, but I kept doing it. Astrid hugs him tighter, concealing her crying self in the crook of his neck. Next morning, I ran away. I was an orphaned, no one cared about me. Settled here for a time, fake ID. But my real name is Astrid."
"He got what he deserved."
"No Hiccup, I'm a murderer. I'm afraid I might do that to you too," she cries.
"Astrid I would never do anything to hurt you." Astrid punches him on the hand, hiccupping.
"Ow Astrid."
"Stop being so adorable Hiccup." A few comforting moments of silence overtakes them. Astrid regains herself, punching him in the arm again.
"What was that for?"
"For making me cry." She pulls him closer and bites him on the cheek. "And that's for everything else." He rubs his cheeks, smiling. She snuggles closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
'This isn't so bad,' she thought. 'I might actually grow to like this.'
"Really?" Hiccup questions.
"Oh god," she says, blushing like a tomato. "Did I say that out loud?"
"Yep," he coos. He runs his hand through her blond hair, savoring the moment. "And I'm glad you did."
"Stupid," she mutters, cheeks increasing in temperature.
'How could he be so adorable and cute at the same time?'
"We need a place to go, Astrid," Hiccup says, suddenly all serious.
"Idiot, what a way to ruin the moment."
"I'm not joking Astrid."
"Oh... Where can we go?"
Hiccup stares into nothingness, lost for words.
"Let's just get some sleep." Hiccup makes a move to find another couch but Astrid grips his hand. "Please, stay with me."
"Ok," Hiccup says, flushing. Hiccup lies on his side and Astrid snuggles into his chest. "This is the closest I've ever been to a girl," Hiccup admits.
"Me too."
"Hey, Hiccup whines in mock offense, "I'm not a girl."
Then sleep!" she commands.
Slowly they drift in dreamless sleeps, wrap in each other embrace, feeling warm and content. The best they have felt since the world went to shit.
Fishlegs traces his bruised face, a devil like smile on his face.
'I'm a survivor Astrid. I want to survive. I want to live to see another day. Even if that means betraying someone. I don't care, I don't care. As long I'm safe, that's all that matters. I don't care about anyone else. This is the apocalypse. Only the fittest of the fittest will survive. And you guys are dead already. I don't wanna be a part of that. I don't wanna die.
Slowly, making his decision, he joins the others in the dream realm.
So that is finally done, and 5000 freaking words. Wow.
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