Torn [Hiccup x Reader x Jack]

Prologue

You sighed and stared up at the late autumn sky, squinting into the sunlight and watching your breath cloud up in the crisp air. Your arms were folded behind your head and your body was cramped, stretched out as comfortably as you could in the narrow rowboat. The soft ocean waves pushed and pulled against the side of the boat, lulling you back and forth. The last words of the shipmaster rang in your ears: "Remember, we won't be back for you." No one ever was. You had been on your way to a new beginning in the west, trying to leave behind a history of mistakes and trying desperately to remember what caused them, when a dragon rider had landed on the ship and whispered in the shipmaster's ear, casting dark looks in your direction and making your breakfast roil in your stomach. They had exchanged a few words, the shipmaster jerking away from the rider's words at one point and looking you in the eyes with a face written in fear and disgust. It always happened eventually. Always. The girl on the Deadly Nadder glared one more time at you, making sure that you knew your fate. The two of them jumped off the side of the old viking ship and were gone, leaving nothing behind but a rustling wind and that look of fear coming from the shipmaster.

You could practically hear him working up the resolve and the courage to call you to him, now that he knew what you were. "(y/n)," the shipmaster called from his spot at the helm. You reluctantly left the rail of the Viking ship, dreading what he would say, but accepting it all the same. It had happened before. He'd pronounce you a curse, a spirit of bad luck, and you'd be cast from the boat to fend for yourself. Of course, he didn't disappoint.

The crew had taken pity on you, as they always did. They gave you food when the captain wasn't looking, supplies to survive at least a few days on your own and prayers for your safe passage over the waves. Surely, they thought, surely no girl as sweet as that could be a Draugr, an again-walker. Someone who has come back from death.

You didn't know exactly how it happened. You knew you had died, you had been stabbed through the heart and left this world, leaving your body in someone's arms. Your soul had stepped through the gateway into Valhalla, but you had looked back and the exit was open, so you just... Left. Nothing had stopped you, and most of your memories had gone, but something was off when people looked at you. They knew you weren't human somehow. Maybe it was a look in your eyes, maybe it was that one jagged birthmark over your chest that looked suspiciously like a stab wound. You didn't know. After a while your heart had hardened to keep out the pain, and maybe your memory had as well. All you could remember from your past life were those icy blue eyes wet with tears, staring down at you as you closed your eyes for the last time.

You sat up, shaking your head to clear the memory. Remembering wouldn't help you. Replaying your latest lost home wouldn't make it un-happen. You took a deep breath, held it for three seconds, and released it, forcing the memories out and away. Scowling at the water, you searched through your supplies, mentally taking count and rationing. You leaned back again, groaning in dismay. You only had enough food to last 2 more days.

You sat up, scanning the horizon for any sign of land. There was nothing that you could see nearby, what with the autumn sun glaring off the water. You felt a deep panic take root in your gut, and you pushed that aside as well, refusing to let the worried thoughts slip in. You looked again, praying to the Norse gods purely out of habit, a habit whose details you didn't remember. You looked and looked and spotted a subtle bump in the never-ending line of water, all that you could find that might suggest land. "Well, it isn't much, but it's something," you grumbled, not daring to hope yet. You dug out the oars that you hadn't bothered to use before, paddling yourself halfheartedly towards the formation you believed was land.

The bump on the horizon was steadily getting bigger, so with hope rising in your heart, you paddled furiously closer and closer to the island. And it was, oh, it was: covered in forests and mountains and... and maybe even people? You could see through the glare of the water that the shallow waves that had barely rocked your rowboat before had intensified into rolling curls of water. They ducked and swelled, making your job of getting closer to shore easier. The current began to tug you in at a reasonable speed, so you relaxed a bit, letting the currents drag your little ship along. You sighed in relief, leaning back again, because maybe soon you could get out of the boat meant to be your deathbed and try to be normal once more.

<3 Moony

Hay guys, Moony here! This story was originally on Quotev, coauthored by my best buddy Oniera WolfCrow (find her here:  https://www.quotev.com/OneiraWolf)! We've put a lot of work into this and I hope you guys on Wattpad like it!