They call me the Commander

Gone

The dragon nudged the lifeless body with the end of his snout. Nothing happened.

The enraged Viking Chief charged once again at the night fury. In a split second, Toothless made his decision, he hated to do it but he had to.

He fired a shot of plasma at Stoick's boots, launching him backwards. The chief groaned and sat up, to see a night fury taking his son away.

ASTRID P.O.V

There was a night fury, a night fury of all dragons, taking the friend I had since a small child, away. Was he dead? Would I ever see him again? If he wasn't already dead, the dragon would kill him for sure.

These thoughts and statements ran through my mind as my legs collapsed under me and I fell to the ground unconscious.

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I woke in my bed. All was silent. No one was home.

Suddenly I remembered all of what had happened earlier. A wave of grief hit me like a Gronkle.

Hiccup was gone, taken by a night fury. Never to be seen again.

Why hadn't I been nicer to him? All I was focused on was being a Viking, and for everyone else, Hiccup wasn't Viking enough. Now he was dead. I realized, right as the night fury took him, I liked him, I actually liked him. But it was too late for that now.

I felt a silent tear slide down my cheek. I wiped it away quickly. Hofferson's don't cry. Another came, and another, then another. I couldn't beat them. I broke down in silent sobs.

Ruffnut P.O.V
I opened the door of Astrid's room, just a crack, to check if she had woken yet. But what I saw, was something I never expected to see.

I ran out of her house and gathered up the gang. "Come! Astrid is um, just come..."

We all bolted into her house and peered in the crack.

Astrid was crying, like, actually crying. She was sobbing and sniffing and shaking. A sight I thought I'd never see.