This is way cooler then I thought it would be!

At least I think so anyway.


(Not Hiccup's POV)

When Dagur saw the flower pot with a sleeping, moving form in it that night on a trip to Berk, he believed me. So our plot to rip Berk from the inside out began. We'd start by killing Stoick.

It was perfect.

A perfect plan.

And I was just the peson to do it. I was able to use magic in this body like I could in my old one. It would be so easy to kill Hiccup's father in front of him.

Just like everything else had been.

Except for killing Hiccup.

I tried not to think about that.

There had to be a way to help Dagur destroy Berk. Why was I doing this? Well, I had promised to help Dagur get whatever he wanted if he'd let me go, and for once, I decided I was gong to keep my promise.

For now.


(Hiccup's POV)

So, I found that I can create small white pellets. Wee.

I mean, seriously. Of all the things I could do, I get little white pellets.

I played with how many I could create, what the range for them is, how many I could maintain at a time, how well I could control them, and any other tests I could think of.

And now I was thoroughly bored again.

It had been a week since Astrid had left. Without Toothless, there was literally nothing to do. My dad was very quiet around me, as if any sudden noise would shatter me. He didn't say anything much when he did talk. None of the others were allowed near me, apparently. So..

I was bored.

I stared up at the ceiling, memorizing the patterns of the wood. I looked at the pillars of wood. I hadn't noticed how nice they looked before. The dirt in my pot. The table. Anything, at this point. I heard a small creak break the deafening silence.

"Uh... hello?" I whipped around, looking for anyone.

Nothing. Just hearing things.

My wish for something exciting to happen decreased by a lot.

I was shaking a little.

My wish to be curled next to Toothless in my human body increased by a lot.

A face appeared in front of mine.

Mine.

He laughed hysterically at my reaction, my gasp of fear and trying to run, only to tip my pot over. He put a hand to his face and pointed to me with his other one.

"You idiot."

I snarled and pulled myself upright, glaring at him. "What do you want?"

"Heh. Is that even a question?" He smirked, straightening out.

He had obviously waited until my dad was gone to come in and mock me.

I scowled.

He shook his head as if I was a misbehaving kid.

"Oh, Hiccup, Hiccup, Hiccup. Don't you know what I want by now?"

I tilted my head to the side. "A sandwich?"

He gave me a deadpanned look. "No."

"Oh. Some chicken?"

"No. Stop playing stupid."

I blinked innocently. "Uh... oh I know! A good smack in the face!"

He growled in irritation. I was preventing his monologue. "No, trashbag. I want to stay in this body, I want to live a normal life, and... I want you dead." He grinned creepily.

"Oh. Perfectly normal demands, I'm sure."

He rolled his eyes. "I certainly don't think it's too much to ask. It's just not fair! Why can't you just let me stay in here?"

I blinked. Was he... throwing a tantrum?

He began to stomp as if answering my question. "Why can't this stupid world just let me have a body without all this stupid fuss I have to go through?"

I snorted. "Yeah, life's not exactly fair, is it?"

He threw up his arms. "I know!" He then let out a string of curse words.

I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Watch your mouth."

"No! I can do whatever I want! Don't you get it?" He shrieked.

I rolled my eyes. "No. I don't get it. At all."

He scowled and growled for a moment, then regained his usual composure. He smirked at me. "Your time is coming, don't worry."

Well, that's reassuring.

He disappeared completely from my sight, graciously explaining the earlier surprise. An evil cackle echoed through the wooden room.

My father came in the moment the cackle faded. He looked at me, surprised by my pot being tipped over. Without saying a word, he put it upright gently.

"He was here, dad. He was here."

Before my father could react, I saw something above him. My dad looked up just in time for 'him' to drop down and stab my dad in the chest before I could blink.

"No!" I yelled.

He backed up, pulling out the knife and turning to me. "That's for your father. Hope he enjoys it." He disappeared again. I stared helplessly at my father. He stared helplessly at his chest with a faintly surprised look, then collapsed.

"Dad, no!" I yelled, trying to reach him.

I continued to yell for someone to help. Anyone.

But nobody came.


Shorter chapter than the last one, but I wanted to end it on that note.

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