The End Of Everything
Part Two
For ALLIHIPHOP and jubie1234
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WARNING: This one shot is sad and contains death.
You are both 18
Race To The Edge (in the first or second season)
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You shivered but was luckily left pretty much alone. The time passed slowly, mostly since you had nothing to do. Dagur made sure you were chained up so you wouldn't be able to shift, so you couldn't even pace to pass the time. Night came, but you barely got any sleep in your uncomfortable position. When morning came, you barely managed to convince them to let you use the bathroom, and you didn't get food till hours past noon.
You wondered how quickly Hiccup would come up with a plan to free you. You knew he would eventually- hopefully sooner rather than later- for that was just the kind of person he is. It's one of the many things you found yourself loving about him.
You didn't know when you drifted off, but you were woken by the sudden movement of the boat. The guards went to check on what was happening and didn't come back. The boat jerked again. You smiled as you heard shouting and dragon blasts. You knew they would come.
You waited patiently for Hiccup to come rescue you, but the person who entered your cage surprised you.
"Dagur? What are you-?"
He shut you up with a gag. "You're coming with me, night fury girl." He released your chains just to tie your hands behind your back. With a not so gentle shove and a knife to your throat, he led you above deck.
You hesitated as the sun temporarily blinded you, but you quickly blinked it away as you were shoved forward. Dagur seemed to wait patiently for a dragon rider to notice your presence, and he, thankfully, didn't have to wait very long.
From what you saw, Astrid was the first to notice your presence. She called out to everyone and pointed directly at you and Dagur.
Hiccup panicked and called, "Hold your fire!"
Dagur smirked and muttered, "So predictable."
"You're one to talk," you retorted, managing to spit out the gag.
The knife pressed against your throat. "Shut up." Dagur was anxious, but not at the battle. You were sure he had a plan- a plan that involved you. Would he have Hiccup give himself up for your freedom? No, because he'd want Toothless, too. Hiccup would gladly give himself up; Hiccup would never give up his best friend. So, you asked yourself, what did Dagur have planned?
Your mind raced as Hiccup and the Dragon Riders came up with a plan, hovering just out of range for arrows and catapults. As they spread out, and Hiccup trained in on you and Dagur, the knife pressed deeper into your skin. Your breathing became labored as it became harder to breath.
Ryker walked up to Dagur. "What are you doing with the prisoner?"
"Teaching Hiccup a lesson," answered Dagur. "I don't want prisoners today, men."
"So, give us bodies," smirked Ryker, eager for some blood.
Your eyes widened as you stiffened at his words. You prayed to the gods that your kind hearted and accepting friends would be alright.
Hiccup fought his way to the deck, careful to keep his expressions under control. If he failed to do so, it could cost both of you your lives. "Dagur. Ryker."
"Hello, brother. Here to see my newest prize? She is a beauty," Dagur taunted, leaning his face against yours. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, making you shudder with obvious disgust. "Hmm," he hummed. "Mouthwatering."
"Dagur, let her go."
"Only for your night fury, brother."
Hiccup hesitated, as if truly thinking about doing it.
"Hiccup, don't! Don't do it! He's lying!" Dagur went to cover your mouth with his hand, so you rushed a quick fib. "I'm going to die anyways. They made me drink the poison! I'm already dead! Don't do-" you were cut off, no longer able to fight off his hand.
"Don't listen to her, boy," Ryker growled. "She isn't dead yet." Ryker pulled out his sword and pointed it at you. Dagur pushed you to your knees. "But she can be."
Hiccup looked torn. He knew you weren't much of a liar, but you would lie to protect others. Ugh! Should he chance it? But what about Toothless? His best friend or his lover, who should he pick? Answer: he shouldn't have to pick!
"Let her go," he tried, keeping his voice as steady and firm as he could manage.
Dagur laughed, teasing him about his wavering voice. It made your blood boil. Without warning, you shifted, jumping on top of Dagur and growling at him in warning. A large object hit your head, effectively distracting you. Many hunters aimed arrows at you; some even released them. You blocked most of the arrows, but one lodged itself at the base of your neck.
"(Y/ N)!" called Hiccup.
Your vision blurred and sounds became unstable and distanced. The ground moved, and you rushed to keep pace. You failed and stumbled over.
You felt a sharp pierce as Hiccup yanked the arrow out. "No. No. No. No. No. No! No!" he begged. "(Y/ N), stay with me." You shifted once again, feeling slightly better in your human form. "(Y/ N)?" Hiccup asked your dazed eyes. He made you face him, but your eyes couldn't focus on anything. "(N/N), hang on. I'm going to get you out of here, I promise."
Hiccup went to pick you up, but Dagur shoved him away. "I don't think so, brother. She is my prisoner, and she's not going anywhere." Dagur lowered a sword to your neck. You lied there, clueless and defenseless. The dragon root effectively kept you immobile. Hiccup prayed to the gods that it's affected night furies for a shorter amount of time, and that you would be okay.
"Please, Dagur, let her go."
"Then give me your night fury."
"Sorry, but that's not going to happen."
"Then say your goodbyes, because I'm not taking prisoners today." Dagur forced you to your unsteady feet and dropped his sword, replacing it with a dagger to rest at your neck.
Though in a haze, you heard the conversation between the two young men. Faintly, you felt something at your throat.
"Hic- love you," you managed.
Hiccup realized you had come to terms with what was happening, even in your drugged haze. Tears painted his cheeks. "No, please. Don't."
"Five."
"No!"
"Four."
"Dagur, please!"
His begging only made Dagur smirk. "Three."
"I love-" you started.
"Two."
"Hiccup," you finished, smiling at nothing.
"One."
"NOOOOOO!" Hiccup screamed as Dagur effortlessly slide the blade across your neck. Your eyes widened, the pain almost instantly taking you out of your daze. Though it fought to take over, you fought to be in control for your final moments.
Dagur dropped you, carelessly, and walked away. All the men boarded another ship and quickly took off.
Hiccup raced to you, blocking everything else out. "(Y/ N)? (Y/ N)? (N/N)! Stay with me. Please! No, don't close your eyes! Focus here, focus on me. Please, don't leave me!" You mouth and throat filled with blood. You couldn't breathe. You coughed, accidentally getting some of your blood on Hiccup, but he didn't notice. Your eyes drooped close, sleepily. "No! Stay awake, (N/N)! Please!"
Your eyes slowly blinked once, twice, even three times. It was getting more difficult for you to think, to keep your heavy eyelids open, to even stay awake. You wanted to console Hiccup, for he sounded so heartbroken. But you couldn't speak. You settled for the biggest smile you could muster, letting your eyes flutter close. You relaxed, finally accepting the darkness.
Hiccup shook you in a desperate attempt to keep you alive. "(Y/ N)! (N/N)! Wake up! WAKE UP! Please, wake up!" He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. "No. No, no, no. Please, no," he sobbed. He leaned over you and screamed his sorrows until his voice was raw.
Hours passed before Hiccup was ready. From upon their dragons, hunter bows and flaming arrows in hand, Astrid finished the farewell speech. Hiccup was lost, deep within his own mind, he didn't realize it was time. Astrid nudged him, gaining his attention.
He looked at his burning arrow, then at the small escape boat they laid you on. "No," he begged, tears slipping down his cheeks. "She can't- she can't be."
Even the twins were silent. They were all good friends with you, but it must be nothing compared to how Hiccup felt, losing his lover. "I'm sorry," Astrid offered her condolences. "It's time."
Hiccup didn't nod. He stared at the flickering flame before aiming and releasing the arrow. His landed a foot or so above your covered head. The others released their arrows, too, letting the boat catch aflame and sink.
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Weeks had passed. Hiccup barely left your hut. He waited for you to walk through your door and groan in exhaustion or giggle with your beloved smile. Hiccup waited and waited, but you never came home.
Hiccup hardly ate, hardly slept, and cried for hours on end. His skin quickly paled, and he looked as dead as you were. The gang worried, but even Vikings knew losing a lover was one of the hardest things to go through.
Hiccup opened the top drawer to your desk, simply pulling it out then back in to ease his boredom. He then noticed what was in the drawer: an envelope with the words To Hiccup engraved boldly on the front.
Filled with curiosity, he tenderly picked it up, as if worried it would suddenly disappear. He slowly, carefully opened the envelope and took out the letter.
Dear Hiccup, he read. The first two words threatened to send more tears down his stained cheeks. He held the letter up, to avoid staining the fragile paper with his tears.
Happy birthday!
Oh yeah, he remembered. His birthday was just two days after you died. He couldn't keep it in anymore, and the tears made two rivers on his face. He had long since forgotten about his birthday. He didn't even celebrate it that year.
I hope you loved everything I had planned for your birthday! I've been planning it for months. I hope you love your birthday gift and treasure it as much as I treasure you.
I love you with all my heart and so much more! Don't ever forget that.
Happy birthday and wishes that you'll have many more.
Love,
(Your full name)
Hiccup set the letter aside and sobbed to his heavy heart's content. It wasn't for another hour before he realized you mentioned a gift and plans for the once special day. He wondered what plans you had made just for him, the thought of never knowing sent more tears down his saddened face.
He searched the drawer, quickly finding a small box with a green ribbon tied around it. He slowly opened it, holding his breath. He lifted the lid to reveal a simple ring with the engraving Forever. One simple word sent him into another round of sobs and tears.
As he sobbed, long into the night, he felt familiar arms wrap around his shoulders. Once warm, they were now cold. "I love you," you voice whispered. "Live on. I'll always be with you; I'll always be proud."
Your disappearing arms had Hiccup jumping out of his seat and looking around, desperately. "(Y/ N)? Please, don't leave! Please," he ended in a whisper, falling to his knees.
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Whoa, life is rough.