This is the story of a revolution. Happy endings in the real world are more of a fairy tale then the wives tales told around campfires. People don't live long enough to find the felicity that this world can bring when all around there is death and destruction. However, lights can be lit and hope can be instilled no matter how desolate the situation may seem. A raised fist can cause a population to follow in the footsteps of a great man in hopes of being lead to some paradise. This haven can only be won through the blood and woes of war, one with a story forged in the vermillion gore. When love is caught up in the midst of an uprising such as this, there comes a choice. The choice is obvious but... There is no path but to win...even if it means losing everything you hold dear to you.

I hate those classic stories where everything falls into place the way it's "supposed" to. It's a bunch of bullshit fed to young girls to make them think that things like that can happen. I know better now that I've fallen for him and watched him suffer beneath the torment of a girl not worth anyone's time. It's hard to watch and I've stomached a lot from this point, whether he is near or far. I don't know what to do with myself though...and what happens when I can't take any more of his pain? What am I supposed to do?

Little one shots of the reader and Hiccup that I wrote. Requests aren't welcome. "Hiccup," you said, softly, after a few minutes of silence. Hiccup... pulled you into his lap and asked, "Yes, my darling?" "Why do you love me? I mean, I am the freak...-" "(Y/ N)," Hiccup stopped you. He tightened his grip on you and pulled your head towards him so your ear rested against his chest, where his strong beating heart was. "I love you more than my own life. You're perfect just the way you are. You're beautiful, kind, encouraging... loving, intelligent, and so much more. It would take me an eternity to list everything about you that I loved." "What about the things you didn't like about me?" you asked, in a weak, fragile voice. Hiccup hated seeing you like this: so frail, so vulnerable... "There is nothing. I love everything about you, (Y/ N). Nothing anyone can say or do will ever change that," he said, sincerely, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.