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(Hiccup's POV)

I awoke days later in a dark and silent house. Too silent. The silence pressed in like a physical thing, crushing me. I heard a soft croon and saw a pair of acid green eyes. I blinked with confusion. I tried to reach out, only to remember, once again, that I don't have hands.

"T..toothless?"

I blinked and the eyes were gone. An impish, mocking laugh echoed through the room. A laugh that made me want to punch something. That is, if I still had hands. It was him. My enemy, the body switcher.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the orphan idiot." He cackled, a laugh that twisted my insides.

I snarled at the shadows. Something inside me snapped.

He killed my father. That monster killed him.

After the burning rage faded, defeat swept over me.

After the defeat...

Nothing. A blackness. A lonely, inescapable darkness.

He came out of the shadows. "Hey, flower. How's life as a pathetic little thing with no family?" A smirk that would put Dagur to shame graced his face,

I didn't answer. I had no answer.

His face changed. "Answer me." There was a dangerous glint in his eyes.

I drooped. "You're right. I am useless. I am pathetic. I couldn't stop you from taking everything from me, and now my father is dead. You're in my body. I can't do a thing."

He stopped, shocked. "What? You... admit it?"

"You beat me. Not like it's a huge accomplishment." I deadpanned. "I mean, I'm the village runt. Did I really ever have a chance?"

His eyes widened. He seemed to process this. "You mean... I beat a nothing? I'm in a nobody's body? I..." He gasped and backed up as if repulsed. "Aah! I wanted a strong one! I should have known you were the weakest! Wait.. no! It's a lie! You are the strongest! You tamed that beast! You're the heir! Everyone in this village likes you!" He crossed his arms defiantly.

I shook my head. "I'm smart, not strong. And no brains will get me out of this." I looked down at what was left of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third. A hopeless, petal-less, parent-less flower. I sighed in defeat. "Go ahead, kill me. I won't fight back. I just want this to end."

He stared at me, wide eyed. His arms dropped uselessly to his sides. A long silence drew between us. He seemed shocked. At long last, his lips parted to speak. "N..no. I won't kill you."

I looked up at him. "Uh.. why? You were going to do it in the forest. Why not now? What's the difference?"

I saw him flinch. "It's complicated, okay? The spell and stuff."

Oh.

The spell.

Wait, did he know something I didn't...?

I thought about this for a moment. "Well, if you won't do it, I will." I summoned some pellets around me. I was going to call his bluff.

He gasped. "No!"

"Why? Is something bad going to happen to you if I die?"

He swept the petals away with a hand, causing his hand to start bleeding. "No. I won't kill you, Hiccup."

"Why?!"

He bit his lip. Tears started falling. "Because I'm sorry!" He yelled.

I stopped. Everything came screeching to a halt.

"...What?"

"I'm sorry." He repeated. "After hearing everything you... you've been through... seeing how much these people care about you... what I've caused... I'm just as bad as Chara..." His eyes widened. "I've turned into Chara..."

"Chara...?" I asked.

"They were terrible. Always hurting everyone... Now I'm the same." He said. "I... can't do this anymore."

I stared, amazed. He muttered something. Everything spun. Rather suddenly, I felt hands. Feet. Well, foot. It took me only a minute to realize that I was back in my own body.

I looked at him, sitting in his pot. He stared at me through eyes of sorrow. The petals had returned, he was a flower, I was a human again.

It was kind of disconcerting. I stumbled and nearly fell over after a few weeks of having no body. I laughed a little and smiled.

"I'm me again!"

I looked up at the flower. He had willingly given my body back. I felt compassion and love and all the emotions I had been void of for a while flood back. I stared at his crying form for a long moment. He had hurt me, Toothless, he had killed my father.

But...

I moved forward and picked up the pot.

He stared up at me. Terror filled his expression, he was shaking. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Thank you." I said.

"After all I've done... do you forgive me?" He asked.

"We'll see. I'm just glad to be me."

Then everything caught up to me, everything that had happened hit me in the head with the force of a fry-pan to the face. I put his pot down before collapsing.


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