Hiccstrid One Shots

Breathe

*Two Months After the Defeat of Drago*

Astrid POV

Several moons have passed since that fateful day we went hand and hand with Drago Bloodvist.

Though the battle was won on our very shores, there was an internal war that would anguish our dear chief.

A heaviness loomed over the village for a while after all the ice had been broken away from the debris of Berk.

But what remained of Hiccup, was still frozen in paralysis of what he had lost.

He lost a father and leader that day.

He had done everything he could to lead the village into restoration and rebuilding, but little did he know what damage hadn't been repaired within.

I haven't seen my poor man in a couple of days now, he was so busy. Too busy putting on a happy face for his people to the point of breaking completely.

I actually haven't been that close to him since that kiss he gave me before he was marked as Chieftain.

The very best I can do for him right now is to be right beside him with every task as much as I can, and to be behind him when he falls.

The ache in my heart became too much to bear when I found myself climbing the steps to the Haddock home.

Before I could knock, Hiccup's mother Valka opens the wooden frame.

"Oh. Hello Astrid", she weakly smiles at me.

I don't know her very well, but then again, neither does Hiccup. I wouldn't dare put any blame on her, but the fact that Hiccup gained a long lost mother and lost a present father, makes this emotional whirlwind much more straining for him.

He needs comfort and some familiarity around him, and I guess that's why I've come.

"May I?", I politely gesture towards the staircase.

"Of course", she stands aside as I walk in. She then heads out the door with her staff to summon Cloudjumper.

She's a wonderful woman, but I can tell there is some sort of defeat inside. Upset that she can't do anything at the moment to help her son.

I enter the quiet and ominous house with the fire barely burning away at the remaining embers in the fireplace.

I see Toothless laying on his stone at the back of the room that had steam rolling off of it from his flame warming it.

His eyes burst open with excitement at the sight of me.

"Hey Toothless", I whisper going up to him.

He whimpers as I hold the cool scales of his chin. His bright green eyes look sad as well when I ask him where his rider is.

Toothless licks my hands as I turn to go find Hiccup.

Something tells me that Toothless hasn't gotten out much either.

My stomach churns within me as I climb the steep steps and approach his door. It creeks open slowly as I push the splintery surface.

I see a lean and fragile Hiccup Haddock heavily slouching over his dimly lit desk and papers littered across it.

His hands partially on his forehead and partially entangled in his messy, nearly matted hair.

"Hiccup...?", I slowly walk over to him.

"Astrid...", he barely squeaks with such desperation.