time for something crazy

a/n: ilyxzi was the fortieth voter last chapter so thank her !! 

four chapters left until the end of this movie ;p

warning: talking about death

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authors pov

11:11 AM. BERK, THE ISLE OF BERK

stoick throws hiccup into the great hall, making him stagger but the boy manages to stay on his feet. 

"i should have known," stoick growls to himself, pacing up in a hot rage. "i should have seen the signs,"

"d-dad?" hiccup calls out, trying to get his attention. 

"we had a deal!"

"i know we did!" hiccup says, trailing behind him. "but that was before i-" hiccup groans, running his hand through his brown hair. "uh, it's all so messed up,"

"everything in the ring, a trick?" stoick asks, pointing at his son. "a lie?" he dismisses him, turning his head. 

"i screwed up," hiccup gestures with his hands. "i-i-i should have told you before now. i-just-take this out on me, be mad at me. please just don't hurt y/n or toothless,"

"the dragon? the targaryen?" stoick turns, looking at his son. "that's what you're worrying about? not the people you almost killed?"

"they-they were just protecting me!" hiccup says, looking at his father. wanting for him to understand. "they're not dangerous," unless they want to be. 

"the dragons have killed hundreds of us!" the targaryen's did not get into matter which concerned viking's and that might have been their downfall. 

"and we've killed thousands of them!" hiccup yells with the same ferocity. if y/n was here, she would be proud. not like she already isn't proud of him. "they defend themselves, that's all!" stoick scoffs in disbelief. "they raid us because they have to! if they don't bring enough food back, they'll be eaten themselves. there's something else on their island, dad," and this is what piques the chief's interest. "it's a dragon like-"

"their island?" stoick breathes out, looking at hiccup. "so you've been to the nest..."

"did i say nest?"

"how did you find it?" stoick demands, approaching hiccup as the younger boy backs away. 

"what-no, i-i didn't," hiccup says, putting his hands up. "toothless did," he is not bringing midnight into this. "only a dragon can find the island,"

stoick's face lights up in realisation as he stands to full height. 

"no, no, no, no. dad," hiccup tries, failing at getting his father's attention. "no, please. it's not what you think. you don't know what you're up against. it's like nothing you've ever seen," stoick pushes hiccup to the side, walking ahead. "dad please. i promise, you can't win this one. dad, no! for once in your life, would you please just listen to me?!" hiccup tries to grab his father's muscular arm, but stoick hurls his arm back, hiccup falling onto the ground. 

"you've thrown your lot in with them," stoick says, turning to face him. "you're not a viking," hiccup looks up to his father, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. "you're not my son,"

stoick turns, walking away and slams the great hall door's closed. however, they remain open. 

"ready the ships!"

stoick staggers as he leaves the hall, forcing his face the harden. he pauses once again, burying the aching in his heart as marches down to the docks. 

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hiccup is quiet. he watched the ships drag both y/n and toothless away. he watches the sea, hoping. hoping what? that they would appear out of nowhere. he caused this. if he had never shot toothless down in the first place...none...none of this would have happened.  

astrid joins his side, playing with her fingers. 

"it's a mess," she breaks the silence, looking out onto the sea. "you must feel horrible. you've lost everything. your father. your tribe. your best friend. your girlfriend,"

"thank you for summing that up," hiccup mumbles. they're not dating but...he would have liked it they were. but how can someone like her like someone like him? "why couldn't i have killed that dragon when i found him in the woods?"

"maybe, because y/n would have killed you were you stood?" astrid says, trying to make a joke out of it. hiccup rolls his eyes at her comment. she isn't wrong though. 

"it would have been better for everyone,"

"yep," astrid agrees. "the rest of us would have done it. so why didn't you? why didn't you?"

"i don't know," hiccup turns away from here. "i couldn't,"

"that's not an answer,"

"why is this important to you all of a sudden?" hiccup asks the blonde in frustration. 

"because i want to remember what you say right now," astrid tells him. 

"for the love of-" hiccup growls, facing her. "i was a coward, i was weak. i wouldn't kill a dragon,"

"you said 'wouldn't' that time,"

"well, whatever!" hiccup huffs, moving his arms. "three hundred years and i'm the first viking who wouldn't kill a dragon," he turns away from her, looking back at the sea. 

"first to ride one though," astrid says, after a moment. "so...?"

"i wouldn't kill him because he looked as frightened as i was," hiccup says, turning back to her. "i looked at him, and i saw myself," 

"i bet he's really frightened now," astrid says. "even though he's with y/n. but i bet she's frightened too. what are you going to do about it?"

"uh...probably something stupid,"

"good but you've already done that,"

"then something crazy..." hiccup says, an idea forming in his head. he runs off, astrid looking at him with a smile.

"that's more like it," she says, running after him.