They call me the Commander

Nightmares

Sorry this is short,  I didn't have much time!

"You're a disappointment! What kind of chief am I with a son like you?!" Stoick bellowed.

Hiccup writhed in His father's bear-like grip, with no affect.

"Dad, I-" He whimpered as the grasp on his shoulders tightened. Suddenly contorted into Ryker's.

"You feel the air? That's fear. Soon, there'll be death." He growled.

"Ryker? You- you're dead! It can't-"

Ryker flung him across the room. "I've had enough of this."

Hiccup whined like a sad dog as the figure shifted shape once again.

"Mum!" He cried, trying to reach her. But as soon as He hugged her, he fell right through her body. He couldn't touch her.

"Mum?"

Valka said nothing.

"Mum?!"

It was like she couldn't hear him.

Suddenly, more figures grew into sight. He was not happy to see them. He felt himself being manhandled and dragged backward. He couldn't move.

"Hiccup!" Was a cry from the opposite side of the room. Astrid was in Grimmel's hands and had a sword to her throat.

"Astrid!"

Grimmel sneered. "What did I tell you boy? If you cooperate, nothing will happen to your precious friends! But, you chose to disregard my warning, now I'll show you what I can really do."

He ran the shining steel blade lightly across Astrid's neck, blood trickling onto the collar of her shirt.

"Grimmel! Stop! Please. I I'll do anything! Anything..." Hiccup cried.

"How stupid are you? It's too late!" He laughed. Light flashed and dead bodies, covered in blood, dropped to the floor. He recognized them. Snotlout, The twins, Inga, Fishlegs, Thyra, Heather, Dagur, Eret, His mother, His father, Gobber. They all looked like they had been stabbed to death.

"No..."

"Oh yes! Isn't this fun!" Grimmel smiled a chilling smile. "Just one more to go."

He ran the sword blade deeper into Astrid's throat, and dropped her to the ground.

Hiccup broke free from his frozen position and kneeled beside the rapidly dying Astrid.

"No... No, please don't leave me, not like everyone...else. Please."

"H-Hiccup... I'm sorry." She took one last breath.

"No!"

Hiccup couldn't protest as two of Grimmel's men dragged him away, backwards into the darkness. Everything was black, no one was talking anymore.

"Useless." A husky voice hissed.

"Pathetic, you couldn't even save the girl.

Your father was right, you are a nothing, an absolute nothing. You only left Berk to fulfil your own desires. Stupid."

Hiccup shrunk back as far as he could go. It was the shadow, again. Telling him who he really was. A failure, a runt, a mistake.

No matter where he ran, he couldn't escape the voice, it was always there, like a little monster of blackness scratching at the inside of his ribs, whining to get out. But he wouldn't let it out, it was no use. What was anyone else going to do about it.

A black shape launched at him, making unhuman growls and snarls.

Hiccup sat up straight, panting and gasping. He had a layer of sweat on his face like a sheet of plastic. It was just another nightmare. Once again. They had been going on once or twice a week for a few months now, one never any less chilling than the last.

Hiccup swung his leg over the bed frame, and only realizing a split-second too late, that he hadn't got his prosthetic on. He lay crumpled on the ground, groaning.

Toothless lifted his head from his slab to see that his rider had forgotten his prosthetic, again. He knew that he only failed to remember things like this when he had had a nightmare the night before.

Toothless often worried about his rider's nightmares. Hiccup didn't scream like normal people, he cried silently, lashed out and whimpered, none of it loud enough to wake his dragon, who could wake him from his terrifying dreams.

Hiccup struggled to his feet, well, foot. And attached his metal leg. He limped over to his cupboard, found a fresh red tunic and tugged it over his head.

When he opened his door, he was welcomed by a fist to the face.

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- Scandinaviansheildmaiden