He's here
How could Mom not have told me? She had plenty of opportunities to say 'Hey! By the way, your father is the chief of Berk'. How hard would that have been?
A hand grabs my shirt and pulls me off of Toothless and forces me onto my knees, an axe at mu throat. Toothless growls at the person and makes to attack the person holding me hostage but Cloudjumper interferes.
I look over at Cloudjumper feeling betrayed. Did Cloudjumper know the true identity of my father? Did Toothless? Argument breaks out among some of the vikings, but I don't care anymore. Chief, Stoick, Dad, whoever he is, hates my guts. How could he love me when I side with the dragons? I should feel anger, hatred even, but all I can feel is the sadness over weighing the pain of betrayl. He will never love because of who I am. How can he? I'm a disgrace, a hiccup to their system.
A voice cries out louder than the others making them fall silent. More voices and the axe is removed from my neck. Hands wrap around my arms and pull me to my feet. I Lift my head up and come face to face to with the one who crowds my mind. I open my mouth to say something, but no words come out so I close it again. Me senses slowly return to me and I focus on the man in front of me.
"You…I don't believe it. How could you be…" I trail off not wanting any of it to be true. This man is my enemy not my father. He attacked me and has tried to kill me multiple times. I can't over look that so easily. Sorry Mom but this won't be the touching reunion you are looking for.
I take a step back raising my arms up, over and down quickly to break the viking's grip on my shoulders. Taking two steps back, I look at Toothless preparing to hop on. Toothless meets my gaze, and steps back knowing what I am thinking. A scowl makes its way onto my face. Toothless reaction confirmed my previous guess, he knew all along who my father was.
I take a quick glanced at my surroundings before turnings and jumping off the side of the steps. Sprinting, I head towards the forest nearby and take refuge within its shadows. My feet pick their way through twigs and fallen leaves, making no sound in the quiet forest. The shouting voices fade before coming to complete silence the further I get from the village.
The sun s low on the horizon when I find a place to lay low for awhile. It's a small cave nestled below an overhang by the sea. The steep cliffs prevent anyone without a dragon getting to it, or someone with wings built in their suit. Once in time cave getting down is easy. I just glide down on my wings to the thin strip of beach and head off from there.
I settle in for the night planning on heading out for food in the morning. I'm up before the sun rises searching the forest for breakfast. Climbing a tree I snatch a couple of eggs from a nest. On my way back to the cave I pick up some herbs to season my eggs with. My fire is disguised by the morning mist. Once I finish eating I become restless. Thoughts of my family and what could have been if Mom and I hadn't been swept away by Cloudjumper.
'Ya life would have been great. I could have grown up hating dragons and every fiber in their being. I would've killed hundreds of them just for the glory and the status of killing a dragon. I would have never met Toothless. Never have gotten my best friend.' The longer I think the longer I come to terms about everything that has happened recently. And I realise that I don't hate everyone. They did what they thought would be the best for me. Sure I feel betrayed but that betrayal fades as the minutes tick by.
I sigh and stand up glancing at the cave opening. Its almost midday, the sun shining brightly in the sky. My stomach is quezy and I don't ink I'll be able to eat anything. So to busy my hands in pick up a rock and begin carving it with me knife. It is slow growing but by the end of the day it is complete. Setting the carving aside I stand stretching my arms towards the ceiling.
I head out of the cave to grab dinner. Finding a wild bird, I kills, gut and skin it before heading back to cook it. My fire is lit at dusk when the lighting will hide the smoke. It isn't long before the bird is cooked and I eat my fill. I settle in for the night falling into a dreamless sleep.
The next day is the same as the one before it. I get up, find something to eat, occupy my hands with more carvings, eat dinner sleep.
On the third day I feel that I am ready to head back. Peace has settled in my brain and heart. I'm ready to be home with my family, all of it. I wait until lunch time to head back, a smile plastered on my face. A thick fog is settled over the area. As I reach the top of the cliff I feel that something isn't right. There is a sinking feeling in my gut that I cant get rid of. Glancing out at the ocean I can't see anything due to the thick fog.
Then a noise reaches my ears. A heavy clinking like two metals hitting each other. It becomes louder and the echo sound of the clicking becomes distinct. Almost as it the metal was hollow or some type of chain. The longer in listen, the longer the sound becomes familiar. My eyes widen "How could I not have realised…" I curse my self and take off running to the village.
I sprint not stopping for anything. The ground blurs around me as I focus on my one goal, get to the village. I arrive as the sun is setting low on the horizon.
"Toothless!" I yell at the top of my lungs. Which isn't loud considering I've been running all day and am out of breath. Luckily Toothless seemed to be nearby and heard my shout. He bounds over calling my name, asking where I've been and saying how worried he's been.
"Toothless," I say panting "Where's Mom?"
"She's in the Great Hall. Why?" He asks confused.
"No time." I take off towards the Great Hall bumping into vikings every noe and again earning a few sharp words. I ignore them all taking the steps two at a time.Busting into the room I glance around looking for her. Spotting Mom in a deep conversation with my dad, I rush over.
Mom spots me and stands surprised. "Hiccup! Hiccup? What's wrong?" She asks rushing over as I double over placing my hands on my knees breathing heavily.
"Heading…here…clinking…familiar…quickly…" I say panting between each word.
"Hiccup, your making no sense. Breath." My father speaks to me standing next to Mom. I breath deeply by breath slowly returning back to normal.
"Now, what happened?" Standing up I look my mom dead in the eye and say:
"He's here."
Author's Note: Took am little longer because I wasn't feeling as motivated to write, a little bit of writers block. But here it is let's see how long it will take me to upload the next chapter. I didn't proof read this chapter so I'm sorry for any mistakes. I'm trying to decide if I should add in some Hiccup Astrid love and adding in some more chapters for that. Let me know if I should or not. Thank you for all your support!