Okay, I'm going to say this right here, right now. This one sucked. HARD. Here's the original, here's my version, here's a song to go with mine, and here's some tissues. Hope it works for you as much as it hated me.
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Spoiler ShowThe Things That I’ve Done
Blood roared in his ears, and his vision was all funny. Toothless blinked slowly, his world coming back into focus, sulfur thick in his mouth and the air as smoke from dragon fire hung in low, dense clouds across the battlefield. The dragon shook his head, flinging the last remnants of the Dark Alpha from his mind. Drago Bludvist thought he could turn Toothless against Berk? Against Stoick and his mate, the dragon priestess? Against Hiccup? Never.
He’d die first.
Remember the day I was trapped in the woods?
The ropes cut into his scaled skin, pinning his wings against his sides. His flanks heaved as he struggled for each breath, instinct the only thing that kept him breathing in the first place. His tail… Great Dragon in the Sky, his tail was on fire, the wound where the stabilizing fin had ripped off pulsing, red-hot and low like lava. He’d struggled against his bonds until about an hour ago, but then, exhaustion and despair had at last ceased his thrashing. The ropes and stones had brought about his end. Even if he was able to break free, his tail, Dragon of the Sky, his tail…
He couldn’t fly anymore.
A soft sound drew his attention, forcing the dragon to open one bleary, tired eye. It was a human, a scrawny hatchling from the village. Fear bubbled up in the young dragon’s stomach, but he didn’t move. Even when he saw the knife in the boy’s hand, even when he heard the Viking threaten him, the Night Fury didn’t move. What did it matter? He was dead; so what if it was a human that took care of the formality that was the short span of life he had left?
I thought you’d kill me…
The dragon’s eyes flew open as he heard the ropes being sawed at. Fear, confusion, and instinct all bunched together in his head when he realized that the boy was cutting him free. The Night Fury pounced on him as soon as he was loose, instinct taking over again. He should kill the Viking, before he could hurt him again. Instead, he roared as loud as he could at the boy before he streaked away, doing his best to keep his sense of direction through the haze of pain filling his mind and body. He fell over a small cliff soon after, but that small act of mercy had set something into motion, something huge that he’d never expected.
… but you didn’t.
A soft cry caught Toothless’ attention, pulling his gaze to a spot of beach that was sheltered by a low ice wall. Stoick and Valka were kneeling in the stones of the beach, their heads bowed low over something Stoick was cradling in his arms as the priestess broke down. What was it?
Toothless, no!
Hiccup. Toothless wanted to rush right over, but something stopped him. Cautiously, he walked toward Stock and Valka, a heavy weight settling into his stomach. They looked… heartbroken. What was wrong? His head had been fuzzy for a little bit because of the Dark Alpha, but Toothless hadn’t done anything, right? He’d fought the Alpha off, right? He wouldn’t have…
Stoick rocked back on his heels, and Toothless saw Hiccup held in the older Viking’s arms, his head rolling limply to the side. Toothless’ veins turned to ice, his senses honing in on Hiccup as the Night Fury stopped dead in his tracks. He wasn’t breathing. Toothless couldn’t hear his heart beat…
No.
Remember the day I dragged you to fly, and it began raining as you said it would?
“We need to head back, bud. Rain’s coming in, and we’re either gonna get soaked or Thor’s gonna use us for target practice.”
Toothless heard Hiccup’s concern, but he couldn’t head back to Berk. Not yet. He needed to fly today, he needed to be there. The dragon and the Viking had been friends for a year, but there were things that they still didn’t know about each other. And this was one thing Hiccup had to know about, because Toothless needed Hiccup’s help to reach the sea-bound cliff.
Thunder rumbled through steel grey clouds as Toothless finally touched down. Hiccup climbed off his back, looking around the small cliff. There was a cave at their backs, and in front of them was ocean, and what looked to be a memorial built out of rocks by a dragon. Toothless lowered his head, closing his eyes for a moment as a low hum vibrated in his chest. He felt Hiccup rest his hand on the side of his head, but Toothless kept his thoughts directed inward, even when Hiccup asked, “What’s this, bud?”
A sharp crack of thunder broke the air moments before the rain came sheeting down. Hiccup yelped in surprise as Toothless spread his wings, offering him a token amount of shelter as boy and dragon raced for the cave to wait out the storm.
I thought you’d say “I told you so…”
They watched the rain for a while; at least, Hiccup did. Toothless kept his eyes on the pile of rocks, the rocks that rested over a single, deep black tail fin, his mind years in the past as he remembered learning to fly. He was only pulled back to the present when he heard Hiccup say, “You made that, didn’t you bud?”
Toothless nodded, a soft look in his eyes, one that Hiccup was able to read with his usual clarity. Leaning against Toothless, Hiccup said, “I still miss my mother too.” The two of them stayed there for a while, watching the rain and the memorial, until it was at last clear enough to return to the village.
… but you didn’t.
No. Nonononono. Great Dragon in the Sky, please, no! Toothless bounded forward then, a soft whine lodging itself in his throat as he came up right behind the Vikings. Hiccup had shot him down. He’d ruined his tail, forcing Toothless to rely on someone else to help him fly for the rest of his life. Hiccup was stubborn, young, and had a habit of charging into a situation recklessly if his temper was pushed too far or he felt he was in the right. He’d also broken through Toothless’ fear to show the Night Fury that humans could be trusted, rooting himself deeply in the dragon’s heart over the last five years. He was his best friend.
“Get away from him! You’ve done enough!”
Stoick struck out at Toothless, his voice hoarse and broken, but the Night Fury just ducked under the swipe. Carefully, he nudged Hiccup’s hand with his nose, hoping, no, praying he was wrong, that the last few minutes that were starting to swirl into his head were nothing but a nightmare picking the worst possible moment to surface. But Hiccup didn’t stir. Not a single muscle. Still no heartbeat. Hiccup was dead, and Toothless just knew.
It was his fault.
Toothless felt the strength leave his body right before he collapsed, his nose inches from Hiccup’s hand. A low keening started in the dragon’s chest, building in pitch and volume until all he could hear was the death song. And even then, it wasn’t enough. Everything within the Night Fury was breaking. Hiccup. Great Sky Dragon, what had he done? The Dark Alpha had taken over him; him, the dragon of the next chief of Berk. Didn’t that fact mean anything? Was Toothless just not as strong as he thought he’d been? If he hadn’t… if he hadn’t…
Toothless felt the Alpha enter into his mind again, but the call slipped away again and again, sliding off the edges of his consciousness like water. The dragon priestess had said that the only dragons that didn’t bow to the will of the Alpha were the babies because they didn’t listen to anyone, but Toothless knew different now. The Alpha couldn’t control him, not anymore.
He was too broken now.
There were things you didn’t do. But you put up with me. Loved me. Protected me.
“Hiccup!”
Astrid had come flying up to them, only to stop dead in her tracks. Toothless kept keening, but he could smell her fear, her uncertainty as she said softly, “Hiccup? Please, Hiccup, answer me!”
He won’t, Astrid. And it’s because of me.
Toothless knew the moment that it finally sunk in for Astrid. “No,” she whispered softly, sinking to her knees. Reaching forward, she took Hiccup from Stoick, fighting hard against the tears that were starting to well up in her eyes. “No, no, no! Odin, please, no! Not Hiccup. Please, anyone but Hiccup! Not him.”
“Don’t leave me…”
Stoick reached out to her as Astrid started crying, rocking back and forth, her face only inches from Hiccup’s as the tears slid from her cheeks. The old Viking pulled Valka in, too, holding both girls and what was left of his family as close as he could.
A soft scraping of talons on gravel reached Toothless, but he was beyond caring. His keening had quieted, but a heaviness was in his chest. A wing extended over his back, and Stormfly’s familiar scent washed over him as she brought her head down to rub his cheek, but it wasn’t enough. He didn’t know how she’d escaped the Alpha’s control, but it didn’t matter, not anymore. Toothless knew nothing would ever be the same again, and there wouldn’t be anything that could change it or make it better. He wished he could open his wings to reveal Hiccup safe and sound like he had the last time. He wished it had been him instead of the young Viking that had died. Great Dragon in the Sky, he’d gladly trade his life, take his last breath right this moment if it meant Hiccup could have his life back. He’d failed; Hiccup had worked so hard to make the rest of Berk realize that the dragons weren’t mindless monsters bent on killing everything, and Toothless had ruined it by turning into just that. A mindless monster. One that had killed his best friend.
Hiccup.
Stormfly chirped in alarm, worry in the sound as she sensed the moment that Toothless’ inner fire dimmed and sputtered. Toothless closed his eyes, exhaustion and despair sapping his will to fight. This time, though, he knew there wouldn’t be a boy with a knife there to be an unexpected savior. This time, he knew there really was no rescue. This time, he knew it really was just a matter of time; hours, maybe.
There were so many things I wanted to do with you…
… as we traveled through the years together.
But you didn’t.