Chapter 22 - Hiccup's POV

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"Dad, what are you doing here?" I asked my father when he landed in front of me
"I am here to see how you're doing."  He explained
"I'm fine." I lied
"Well I will stay a while either way." He said and walked away

Later that evening I sat inside my house and draw a new saddle for Toothless. It didn't work. Nothing worked anymore.
"Wow I have never seen so many papers on one place since your mom disappeared." I heard Dad laugh behind me and I turned around.
"What do you mean?"
"Your mom was always working on something new that could help Berk. You throw the papers all over the room exactly like she used to do." He said and we laughed a bit. It felt wrong to laugh. I shouldn't be able to laugh when Astrid was dead. It made me feel bad and I stopped laughing immediately.
"How are you?" He asked me
"and don't say that you're alright cause I know you're not." he continued
"It's awful. It hurts and I can't do anything about it."
"I know how it is, when I lost your mom I didn't want to live anymore." I was surprised by his words, I had never noticed that he had been feeling that bad.
"What? What changed your mind?" I asked
"A good friend of mine helped me understand that I was needed alive. He helped me understand that all of her wasn't lost cause I had you and that you needed me." My dad, the chief of Berk, the unbeatable Stoick had tears in his eyes as he continued
"Then I didn't become the dad I wanted to be. I wasn't any good and when I found out you worked with the dragons..." I knew what he was going to say, that he went so mad and disappointed that I wasn't his son anymore
"all the memories of Valka came back to me and I was so scared that the dragons would take you away from me like they had taken my love from me that I locked you in so that you wouldn't be able to hurt yourself and I almost killed every dragon just to be sure that they wouldn't take you." He cried and so did I. I had never known the pain he had lived with all my life until now. But he had hid it so well that nobody had noticed how deep his grief was and I just locked myself in and did nothing. For the first time it hit me for real, Astrid would be so disappointed if she saw me now. It was time to change and do something. I hugged Dad and said
"You were a amazing father."
The next day I ate with the others for the first time since Astrid died. I think that we all felt how she from somewhere looked at us and smiled.

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