Unknown Location, 724 AD
Hiccup knew he'd messed up. He had tried to lead the Snow Wings away from the Dragon Hunters, hoping to keep them safe, but everything had gone wrong. The moment he'd taken shelter in this cave, he'd sealed his fate. The hunters had collapsed the entrance, trapping him inside.
Water was rising fast. The freezing cold made every breath feel like a struggle, and as the ice began to creep along the walls, it was clear that the cave was going to become his grave. He could feel the chill seeping into his bones, his arms growing numb as the cold set in.
Toothless was beside him, curling around him as best as he could, trying to shield him from the rising water and the freezing air. The dragon's warmth was the only thing that kept Hiccup tethered to the world, even as everything started to fade. Toothless's body pressed against his, and for a moment, Hiccup felt a sense of calm—like maybe, just maybe, they might get out of this together.
But the ice was closing in. He could feel it as it began to encase his limbs, the cold spreading quickly, tightening its grip on him. His vision blurred, the world around him growing darker by the second. Toothless's soft growl rumbled in his chest, but even that seemed distant now, like a whisper on the wind.
As the darkness started to take over, Hiccup clung to the last thought that still burned brightly in his mind: Toothless. His best friend. His dragon. And no matter what, he'd never be alone.
Then, everything went dark.
