Author's Note: Hello HTTYD fandom! This is my first HTTYD fanfic and I'm so excited :D I LOVE HTTYD! It's my favorite movie. Ever. I almost died from happiness when I saw the Christmas special and the Legend of the Boneknapper XD And I'm totally psyched for the tv show coming out AUGUST! 3 Anyways, this is a series of 'what if' oneshots that are not connected at all. Hope you guys enjoy :D
Rating: T
Warning: Mentions of blood, ANGST, OOCness, death, violence, maybe some swearing, spoilers for non-movie watchers (why the hell are you here?) and blaah :P I LOVE HICCUP!
Disclaimer: I don't own HTTYD. If I did…I'd die happy.
Summary: In this life, he never finds the dragon.
In this life, he never finds the dragon.
He doesn't bother to look, because he doesn't think he or his father can handle another disappointment. Nothing changes as Hiccup moves through the motions of everyday life, getting bullied by the other teen Vikings, hearing Stoic's frustrated sighs at night, feeling the prickle of eyes watching him – judging, mocking, pitying.
He knows he'll never become Chief, and honestly, he doesn't think he has the will to lead and command so many people, let alone wake up every morning to the same routine that is steadily sucking the life from him.
His inventions grow more complicated, sophisticated, and delicate with years of experience and endless imagination, creating new things that his Viking kin will never use because they are Vikings. His humor becomes more biting, he turns insults hurled at him into witty comebacks that leave his once could-be friends confused and angry, and he knows Gobber sees the cheerful light in his eyes dim a little more each day. He doubts he'll get into Valhalla like his father or Gobber, and he'll never see his mother again. He'll rot in the back room of the smithy, forging swords and axes until he dies an insignificant death; maybe by a dragon attack or impaling himself on his very own weapon.
When he does somehow overcome his clumsiness and inherent bad luck to help catch a dragon one day, things seem to get better. He gets a girlfriend – and eventually, wife – that doesn't have blue-grey eyes or blonde hair, he has kids that inherit his scathing sarcasm and knack for trouble, and he goes on living as Snotlout becomes the next Chief and shoulders the burden of war and leadership.
He thinks he's happy, but deep in his bones, he knows this is not what he was meant for.
Dragons never leave them alone, and each battle is the same as the last – more homes burning, Vikings dying, resentment spreading, and Hiccup wonders that maybe, just maybe, they don't have to fight.
And then his home burns to the ground during a raid while he's busy sharpening weapons, and he doesn't hear of his first child's death until much later. That day, his heart hardens and turns cold in his chest, hatred and vengeance warping and breaking and twisting him until he's no longer the sincere, helpful, awkward young man that the village has grown to accept. Bitterness is his shield and rage is his weapon, and every Viking knows it well.
One by one, the teens that could've been his allies once upon a time fall, dying gloriously in battle, becoming bloody heroes with faces too charred to tell the difference between them and the hundreds that came before.
He is the last, and as he falls to his death, falls into the gaping maw of the Red Death, he smiles because flying felt so much like living.
Author's Note: So there. My first oneshot :D hope you enjoyed the angsty goodness! I LOVE YOU HICCUP I'M SORRY! T^T Faves and reviews are greatly appreciated ;D I love hearing ideas too! Feel free to shoot me something sad to turn into a oneshot! Sorry there's not a lot of Toothless…these are all mostly in Hiccups POV :P