Hiccstrid Oneshots!!

Would you love me still?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 1K!!! WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!!!!!!! Special one shot timeee!! This is a little darker then the drabbles I normally do, but I got this idea while listening to "If I Killed Someone for You" by Alec Benjamin, so I hope you guys enjoy! 

~Ellie~

Ps, check out my story "Changeling", just updated it!! (Shameless self-plug:p) 

Hiccup ran, breathing hard, away from the ferocious pounding of feet. This was not how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to avenge her, prove to her that her could do anything for her, even kill. But, obviously, he was a proven failure, and now he was running away. He glanced quickly over his shoulder and saw the man gaining on him. Hiccup cursed under his breath, then knocked over a trash can, hoping to buy himself some time. Come on. He raped her. Face him like a man!  He thought. His eyes frantically darted back and forth for some place to help him. The silent streets gave him no answer. Suddenly, as a sign from the gods, he saw an alley. Hiccup bolted towards it, the man hot on his heels. He reached the darkness, then stopped, crouching behind a dumpster. The man stopped, searching for the culprit. Hiccup hugged his pocket knife to his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut. For Astrid. He let out a ferocious yell. There was a brief scuffle, until Hiccup plunged the knife deep into the mans chest. 

"Why." He croaked out.

"You hurt her." Hiccup rasped. The dying man laughed.

"The bitch asked for it." Hiccup eyes filled with rage. He yanked the knife from the mans chest, and shoved it into his throat, opening it, blood pouring out of the wound. The rapist coughed blood up onto Hiccup's clothes, face, hand, arms, everywhere. Hiccup stood slowly, hand shaking. He backed up. 

"I did this." He whispered, staring at the blood on his hands. He pulled his hood up, and shoved his hand, still gripping the knife into his pockets. He ran, ran far away from the terrible sight, until he arrived at his and Astrid's apartment. He slammed the door and sank against it. 

"Babe?" Astrid asked, pausing mid bite. He blankly stared at her, the one who he did this for. Hiccup shot up, raced away into the bathroom, and locked the door. 

Who am I? What have I just done? 

" But I had to kill him. He was an awful man, he raped my wife, and tried to kill her. I did it for her. Because I love her. I'll be a better man. I've learned my lesson. I'm sorry." He said, imagining he was in front of a jury, on trial for punishment. He banged open the door, ran down to his wife and stopped, almost unable to face her. 

"Astrid." He heaved. "Would you love me more if I killed someone for you?" Astrid's eyes bugged out of her head. 

"What?"  she whispered. Slowly, Hiccup pulled out his hands, stained red. She gasped, her beautiful face contorted with worry. 

"Would you still hold my hands? The same ones that I used. Would you still love me?" Suddenly Astrid knew. 

"Oh, Hiccup." She murmured. 

"Would you hide me? Lie for me, when my face is on the news?" She slowly made her way over to him.

"I understand, I understand. I still love you." She embraced him, letting him place his bloody hands on her body. 

"I killed someone for you." He whispered into her hair. 

"I know." 

"I hope this makes you happy." No response. "I can't turn back." 

"I know." And he was silent. They sat there and held each other for a long time, not moving, letting each enjoy the painful silence. But Hiccup can't feel anything. Its for her, and he'd do anything for her.