Hey! Sunlance here... This is my first fanfic so Toothless and Astrid may be a little OOC so I'm sorry if they are, I just hope you enjoy the read any way!
Oh and I do not own How to train your dragon or any of it's characters... Enjoy!
Time slowed as he was carried onto the boat. It just didn't feel right.
Just a few moments ago he was riding his dragon into the skies, ready to fight the giant red death. Then he was lying on the ground with his dragon curled around him, protecting him.
His dragon refused to let them get to Hiccup at first, but after a while he softened up to the Vikings.
We stood there and watched Hiccup be carried back to the Viking fleet, what was left of it any way.
I could practically feel the sadness radiating from his dragon, his friend.
I stared down at my boots as we walked to the ship with Hiccup on.
We were kept away from him, though we wouldn't have been able to get to him any way. There was a crowd of Vikings around him.
I sighed. I hated being useless.
I may have hated Hiccup at first, yeah he could be annoying but I grew to like him. I grew to love him.
'He changed us'.
I looked up at the night fury Hiccup had befriended.
"It'll be okay Toothless," I reassured the dragon.
The dragon looked at me and I knew my smile faulted. What good was it if I couldn't even believe my own words?
Toothless nudged me with his head, a soft and gentle touch to my bruised left arm.
I raised my hand and slowly placed it on the dragons head. He didn't seem bothered although I had already ridden on him.
It was a magical and wonderful time that changed my life. The best part was that he was there. But now he was lying on the deck of the boat, burnt and battered because of the fight with the red death.
'Why did I let him go up there alone?'
My thoughts were interrupted as cries erupted from the crowd of Vikings.
This time things passed too fast.
Everything was a blur as I moved slower than the world around me. I heard distorted shouts as my world came crashing down.
Toothless was anxious, but that didn't matter to me.
I pushed my way through the crowd and rushed towards Hiccup.
I was grabbed by the arm that was already bruised and I winced, but that didn't stop me from trying to get free.
I struggled until I was hushed by Gobber, who still held me by the arm.
I didn't notice the tears rolling down my cheek. I was too focused on the still, lifeless body that was up ahead and the figure that was crumpled over him, a look of defeat plastered on his face.
Tears were crawling down his face too.
'This is our fault… We turned our backs on him.'
Gobber let go of my arm and I took a few steps forward.
Toothless had also forced his way threw the crowd. His cries were the only things I heard as I stared at Hiccup.
He looked so cold, even with the black marks on his face which had been left by the flames he had fallen through.
Toothless was next to me then and we stared down at the horrible sight together.
Toothless nudged me, like he did earlier, but this time it wasn't of reassurance. It was the shocking, chilling truth. The truth that Hiccup, the chief's son, was dead.
I fell onto my knees as the tears started to fall in streams.
Hiccup's faithful dragon lowered his head and I locked my arms around his neck, squeezing my eyes shut and willing for this whole ordeal to be a dream.
I didn't care that I was a Viking right now. I certainly didn't care that I was showing weakness by crying. This boy had changed me and my beliefs and I loved him.
'I never even got to say goodbye…'
Just a last minute note, I know what it feels like to lose someone you love. All I wanted during that time was a shoulder to cry on, so if you have a friend who's going through a tough time then go help them through it and comfort them because they'll want a friend to be there for them...