Sparks Fly ~Jack Frost X Reader X Hiccup~

Chapter 52

The cruel, merciless chuckle of Pitch echoed through the silent forest; fog was starting to build up around the place, making it more difficult for anyone to spot you.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" you asked, trying to keep your voice strong but failed as it cracked vaguely. "How... how did you find me?"

Pitch grinned, a grin so wicked that you felt completely repulsed by it. "You still ask me that question... even after I've found you before? Oh, and how do we always meet in dark forests, it's become a habit of ours, don't you think?"

You grimaced. "What do you want?"

"I'm still haven't gotten your blood, thus," he spoke. "I'm not satisfied."

"Well, too bad, because I'm not giving it to you!" you hissed.

"And what makes you so sure?" and in less than a blink of an eye, Pitch had moved forward and grabbed you by the throat, choking you with only one hand. "YOU WILL GIVE ME YOUR BLOOD, (Y/N)!"

You gagged as his grip tightened. You felt asphyxiated; barely able to get any air down your windpipe. I'm going to die, I'm going to die, are the only words that flood into your mind at the moment. You are far from the village, in a location where no normal person would dare to go to, there is absolutely no possibility of you being rescued. You might as well give in; you're going to die sooner or later.

"Give me your blood," Pitch said slowly, his gaze deadly. "And I will let you go."

Never, is what you wanted to say, but no words could be freed from your mouth as it proceeded to suck in as much air as possible.

"No?" Pitch asked in a mocking innocent tone. "Very well then."

You wanted to scream, his grip had tightened so much... so much... and for a moment, you really couldn't breathe, your windpipe has been closed and air is something you can't get into your system.

An ear-piercing scream filled the air abruptly, and you thought it belonged to you, but when the hold on your throat loosened and released- causing you to fall onto the ground- you looked up and saw Baron stabbing something into Pitch's back.

Baron...

You were frozen in place, paralyzed from head to toe. Your eyes were fixed on the dreadful scene before you, and you were petrified. You felt your chest rising up and down rapidly, taking in all the air that had been stolen from your lungs.

Pitch let out another deafening scream as Baron took the object from the back, and that's when you saw it, the Kamatayan blade... He lifted it high in his hand and just when Pitch turned around, he stabbed it into his chest, right where his supposedly heart is located in. He screamed in agony.

But before Baron had a chance to pull the knife back, Pitch's arms grabbed a hold of his, and this time, it was Baron where the scream came from. You had no idea what Pitch was doing to him, but you knew that he was in pain, and that realization was enough to get you up on your feet and moving.

"Baron!" you gasped as you tried to reach to him, you feet wobbling slightly as you do so, unable to remain your balance.

"(Y/N)- Stay- Away!" Baron yelled through gritted teeth, the pain was obvious in both his tone and expression. You shook your head, "No! I-I have to save you!"

Baron opened his mouth, about to mutter a reply but instead, another pained scream fell from his lips. You cringed at the sound; you couldn't bear to see him in so hurt.

Then it happened so fast, like a flash of light, like a blink of an eye, Baron fell back into the trunk of one of the trees surrounding you all. The impact was harsh as it made a rather loud sound when his back connected with the bark.

And Pitch is gone... the only thing left on the ground where he'd stood was the blade... sitting quietly on the dirt that seemed to be covered in what seemed to be a pool of black ooze.

Baron mumbled a faint groan, and you attention instantly flicked back to him. He's lying weakly under one of the trees. You rushed over to him, gasping his name repeatedly.

"Baron..." you gasped one last time when you'd reached his side, your knees fell onto the ground as you knelt beside him. Your hand found his but he winced as you did, making you looked down and your eyes widened at the sight.

His hand... his arm... the one which stabbed the knife in Pitch's heart, the one which Pitch grabbed, it's turned a lifeless sort of grey color... and the worst of all, it's still spreading.

"Oh my god, oh my god," you stared up at him, worried as you've ever been.

"Pitch... he..." Baron winced as he tried to explain. "He cut my... arm... it's infected..."

"Oh my god," you continued to say, because that's all you could say. You're in a terrible state of shock. "Oh my god, w-we have to get you back to Berk! W-we have to f-find you a cure, we have to s-save y-"

"(Y/N)," Baron spoke, his voice weak and barely audible, but you heard him. "No..."

"What?" you were baffled.

"No..." he trailed off. "You can't save me... There's no-" he grunted as infection continued to spread. "There's no cure for this..."

"No, no, no!" you practically shouted. You refuse to believe this! You refuse that this is the end! "Don't say that! You are going to live through this, Baron!" your hand was now grasping onto his good one.

But he simply shook his head, his eyes beginning to droop. "No, (Y/N), i-it's time..."

"No!" you could feel tears stinging in your eyes, but you couldn't care less about that right now. "You cannot leave me, Baron! You won't leave me! Do you hear me?! You will NOT leave me!"

A lazy smile played on his lips... his soft, smooth lips... the lips that you'll probably never get to kiss again... The thought breaks you; it breaks you into a million pieces.

"After 18 years of only caring for myself," he breathed. "I finally have someone worth dying for..."

"No..." you whimpered, burying your face in the open palm of his hand that you held. "Baron, d-don't do this to me... y-you can't..."

His hand left your cheek and managed to pull the few strands of hair that fell in front of your face and tucked it behind your ear. "I love you, (Y/N)," he's tone is sincere, loving and... heartbreaking. "I will always love you."

"P-please don't s-say t-that..." you pleaded, your bottom lip quivering as you spoke. Tears streamed down your face but you hardly even noticed.
"Please d-don't s-speak to me l-like you're d-dying..."

He smiled one last time, and his hand fell limply to the ground, to his side. He sucked in one last breath and murmured, "I know you'll make the right choice."

And with that, his eyes fluttered closed.

Your own eyes enlarged, and you grabbed his hand, shaking it repeatedly. "Baron! Baron! Wake up! Baron!"

But no answer.

You then quickly leant into his chest, hoping to hear his heartbeat... but there was nothing...

"Baron!" you called out again, hoping that his eyes would fly back open at any moment and he would make a smart remark like he'd used to, but he didn't. "B-Baron!" you were sobbing by this point, hugging his chest, pulling his lifeless body into your arms. "B-Baron! W-wake up... p-please.... You c-can't leave m-me... please, B-Baron... wake u-up..."

But you know it's useless.

Because he's already gone.

#RIP Baron Christopher Haddock