𝙃𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨💞

You should've stayed home

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Hiccup pushed himself slowly off his bed. He brought his hand to his head. He groaned.

Hiccup stood up and grabbed the mug off of his bedside table. He meandered downstairs and out the front door. He gazed out at the ruined village. It couldn't recover after the accident. The accident. Hiccup took the final swig out of his mug before tossing it aside on the grass.

He was the cheif. He was supposed to be the cheif. No, he was supposed to the be the chiefs reckless son, who would waste time with his girlfriend. His girlfriend. He wandered, unsteadily, through the town. Few stirred, most stayed inside or just outside their huts, clutching to pieces of their old lives.

"Haddock!" Someone shouted from behind Hiccup, snapping him out of his trance. "You!" The woman pointed an accusing finger at the young man. "You waste of space! It should have been you! Nothing should have happened to my daughter!" Hiccup didn't react with his body language but his face showed a feeling of queeziness and guilt. "She had a future! But you had to go and ruin it all!" She continued to scream at the boy in the middle of the village. Vikings who had previously been focused on their own misfortunes turned to observe the conflict. Hiccup never replied. "You!-" a man came up behind her and started to pull her back.

"Leave him alone." The man, her husband muttered to her. She conceded and started back to their hut. A familiar hut.

Before she entered the house again, she made one final remark. Tears welled in Hiccups eyes, his fingered wiggles anxiously at his side. "You're the reason Astrid is dead!" A silent, singular tear rolled down his cheek.

Hiccup stood in place for a little while longer before making his way in the direction of the forge. He replayed the accident over and over again. The accident. Was it his fault? Of course it was his fault. It's always his fault. Unless something goes right, then he only ever gets partial credit.

He stood mindlessly in his office in the forge. He looked at his work. It all seemed meaningless now, he had a village to repair. How on earth was he supposed to repair the whole village? He sat down at his desk. Toothless tail. Astrid's flightsuit he was going to surprise her with for her 20th. Of course she wasn't making it into her 20's now. Hiccup stared at the notes she would write in the corner of his sketches.

"I'm so sorry Ast. I let you down." He aligned the papers so that none of her notes were visible. "I fucking let you down." His head fell into his hands. He sobbed.

He sobbed late into the night. No one was coming for him. Not his dad. Not Gobber. And not his love.

He eventually sobbed himself to sleep, still at his desk. Tomorrow he would walk through the village but this time no one would scream at him, rather he would hear people whisper things. Which would strike him nearly as bad. Nothing would strike him quite as bad as when Astrid's mother, who previously adored him would shout at him in the streets. The day after that he would be asked what his plans were to rebuild the village. Together, the village would be rebuilt. The houses of deceased Vikings would stay crumbled, a dark reminder of Hiccups failure. As the years passed the village would lighten, they would recover. But Hiccup would not. Not completely anyways. A pile of girls clothes would stay clumped in the corner of his room. A reminder to him.

Years later, when the cheif role needed inheriting due to Hiccups 'mysterious' young death the role would be handed down to Gustav, the closest person to the line of Haddocks. And decade after decade, everyone's memory of the life they had faded. They never forgot Astrid, the warrior. But as the years nobody remembered Hiccup Haddock the third.