Post by Hiccup on Jan 13, 2012 22:41:39 GMT -8
~Through~
"S-Stay back! I... I'm warning you!"
Hiccup shrunk back further, hoping to really make himself appear that much smaller as he attempted to make the Monstrous Nightmare before him lose interest and go away. Why him? Why did this sort of thing always have to happen to him? No one was ever around when it happened, either. Hiccup lamented being so scrawny and weak in that moment. If he was even the least bit respected in the village of Berk, someone would have come to his aid by then. But no. There he was on the ground, shrinking away from a monstrous dragon that was eying him like he was some kind of tasty treat.
"Y-You should know that I really, really don't taste very good!" Hiccup exclaimed. He didn't expect anyone to hear him. The others were occupied with other dragons and making sure the fires got put out. They wouldn't have missed him if he got munched on by this one dragon. But what else could Hiccup do? He had to do something to make sure he didn't get eaten, right? Well... Hiccup didn't see any harm in trying to reason with the dragon. It was his best line of defense.
The Monstrous Nightmare loomed over him, licking its chops, and Hiccup could have sworn he saw it laughing at him. Great. His killer was mocking him! Couldn't he have gotten eaten by a dragon that had the decency to not laugh at him?
This is the end. Goodbye, my nonexistent fans the world over!
Hiccup made one last attempt to shrink away, screwing his eyes shut to embrace the inevitable doom, and held his hands out in front of him in some vain attempt at defending himself. He hadn't even realized the fact that his palms felt tingly or warmer than usual. All he knew was that he was about to die. However, just as he was certain the Nightmare was about to engulf him...
WHOOSH!
There was a great blast of heat. Hiccup felt as though he felt it coming from in front of him. But... how could that be? There was nothing in front of him. One eye slowly opened, then the other, and Hiccup caught a glance of the large dragon before him backing away. It appeared as though the dragon was trying to get away from him. For several dumbfounded moments, Hiccup just sat where he was on the ground and stared at the dragon. It looked as if it had seen a ghost. Before Hiccup knew it, the Nightmare was flying away and he was slumping over onto his back with relief. He was safe.
...What had happened?
It took several moments, but Hiccup eventually was able to sit up again and look around. To his surprise, there were tiny flames flickering in the grass directly in front of him. With the adrenalin within him dying down, Hiccup finally decided to take that moment to look at his hands. To his surprise, there was a faint residue on the palms of his hands. He brought one finger to his palm and touched the grey substance. It was soft like the remains of a fire that had been going for too long. Ash...
"Hiccup?"
Startled by hearing his name spoken so suddenly, Hiccup glanced up once more. He wished he hadn't, though. There before him was a gathering of what appeared to be the entire village of Berk. Stoick, his father, was among them. Hiccup felt his stomach drop within him as dread filled his being. He didn't know what had happened. The best he could piece together was that, somehow, he had produced fire.
Hiccup didn't need to be told what Stoick was thinking. The stern expression on his father's face indicated that he wanted an explanation. Even still, Hiccup hardly dared to breathe. He'd been on thin ice with his father the past few days for messing up more times than he could count. This latest occurrence, even if he couldn't explain how it had happened, didn't seem to sit well with his father. "Dad-"
"What the hell was that?" Stoick asked. His tone didn't betray Hiccup's thoughts. The bearded Viking wanted an explanation, and he wanted one right then. The trouble was that Hiccup had no idea of how he could explain what had happened. He gulped and his emerald gaze shot directly to the scorched ground in front of him. Hiccup was almost beginning to wish that the Nightmare had eaten him. "Well?"
"Dad... I... I don't know. I was trying to get away from that Nightmare and... and before I knew it... I don't know what happened. I wasn't thinking." Hiccup was floundering. He wrung his hands nervously and glanced up to see who else had gathered to see him. He could easily identify Astrid's face in the crowd. Snotlout's face was also easily recognized. Why couldn't they have been elsewhere? "I... I think I... made fire appear from out of nowhere. I-It won't happen again, though! I... I swear-"
"Enough!"
Hiccup flinched. He knew better than to interrupt Stoick, even if he had been interrupted by him in the process. The teen held his breath for a brief moment and looked up to Stoick. Humans, by nature, feared the unknown. Sudden appearances of fire from one's hands, if Hiccup was assuming correctly from the ashes on his hands, was something that was definitely unknown within Berk. Stoick in particular hated the unknown.
"I cannae put up with this any longer, Hiccup. You've put Berk through too much trouble. We cannae risk yuir tamperin' with... whatever that was!" Stoick said. Hiccup's eyes widened in horror. Was... was Stoick saying what he thought he was? Was he trying to get across the point that they were through?
"Dad..."
"NO. No more of this 'dad' stuff, Hiccup. I'm done dealin' with you." Stoick said. He stepped forward and picked Hiccup up by the shirt collar. Hiccup, in turn, tried to shrink back in his father's grasp. By that point, he could tell all eyes were on him. It was a horrible feeling. "As of this moment, you're not my son." Stoick said.
Stoick's emerald gaze was firmly set on Hiccup, boring deeply in the equally green gaze of his son. Hiccup, in turn, stared deeply into his father's eyes. There was no sympathy there. As much as Hiccup hated to admit it, he could feel tears pricking at the backs of his eyes. He'd known he and his father didn't get along, but if what Stoick was saying really as true then it really was the end. He would have to leave Berk. For good.
Without warning, Hiccup was released from Stoick's grasp. He hit the ground and cringed a bit from the impact. "You are hereby banished from the tribe of Berk, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III." Stoick said. Hiccup could hardly believe what he was hearing. His father, his own flesh and blood, was banishing him. "If we ever see you around here again, you will be treated as an enemy. Understand?"
"Dad-"
"Do you understand?" Stoick's voice boomed louder than Hiccup could ever have imagined. He was being serious. There would be no coming back again. No second chances. That idea frightened Hiccup. How would he survive outside of Berk? He could barely survive within Berk as it was! At length, even though it pained him to do so, Hiccup offered a very shaky nod to acknowledge he had at least heard Stoick. "Good. Now get out of my sight." Stoick growled.
Hiccup only took a few moments to look about Berk one last time. He could see all the faces of the Vikings he knew staring at him as if he were an outcast. He really was one now, he realized, and always would be in his father's eyes. That thought alone was enough to spur the banished Viking onward. He offered no words as he rose to his feet and began to walk away. That was it. They were through as far as Stoick was concerned. Maybe it was better that way. Maybe Hiccup would be better off without Stoick in his life.
...Even still, Hiccup felt awful when he reached the entrance of the village. By that point he was away from all the stares and the people. He was hoping he was out of earshot, too. Hiccup sniffled a little as tears threatened to spill from his glassy emerald eyes.
I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not...
As thoughts swirled through Hiccup's head when he began to take the first few steps outside of Berk, his pace quickening by the minute as he moved, he found he couldn't stop himself. Tears burst forth from within him. Hiccup liked to think that for the most part he was a tough Viking boy. He wasn't the type that would cry over little things. This, however, was not a little thing. His own father had disowned him. The one link of family he had left was pushing him aside just because of one thing he couldn't understand. It felt awful. Every horrible feeling that Hiccup had ever had seemed to combine within him in that one moment and burst out into the open as he started to run into the thick of the forest.
Hiccup wanted to declare that he didn't need them. He wanted to be so bold as to declare he didn't need anyone. However, he knew in his heart it wasn't true. What could he do about it? Absolutely nothing. He was banished. As far as the tribe he had once called his own was concerned, he was as good as dead. ...Maybe it was better that way. His father didn't care. So... why should he?
Fine. If that's how it's going to be, then you can have it that way. We're through, dad. I... I never want to see you again.
"S-Stay back! I... I'm warning you!"
Hiccup shrunk back further, hoping to really make himself appear that much smaller as he attempted to make the Monstrous Nightmare before him lose interest and go away. Why him? Why did this sort of thing always have to happen to him? No one was ever around when it happened, either. Hiccup lamented being so scrawny and weak in that moment. If he was even the least bit respected in the village of Berk, someone would have come to his aid by then. But no. There he was on the ground, shrinking away from a monstrous dragon that was eying him like he was some kind of tasty treat.
"Y-You should know that I really, really don't taste very good!" Hiccup exclaimed. He didn't expect anyone to hear him. The others were occupied with other dragons and making sure the fires got put out. They wouldn't have missed him if he got munched on by this one dragon. But what else could Hiccup do? He had to do something to make sure he didn't get eaten, right? Well... Hiccup didn't see any harm in trying to reason with the dragon. It was his best line of defense.
The Monstrous Nightmare loomed over him, licking its chops, and Hiccup could have sworn he saw it laughing at him. Great. His killer was mocking him! Couldn't he have gotten eaten by a dragon that had the decency to not laugh at him?
This is the end. Goodbye, my nonexistent fans the world over!
Hiccup made one last attempt to shrink away, screwing his eyes shut to embrace the inevitable doom, and held his hands out in front of him in some vain attempt at defending himself. He hadn't even realized the fact that his palms felt tingly or warmer than usual. All he knew was that he was about to die. However, just as he was certain the Nightmare was about to engulf him...
WHOOSH!
There was a great blast of heat. Hiccup felt as though he felt it coming from in front of him. But... how could that be? There was nothing in front of him. One eye slowly opened, then the other, and Hiccup caught a glance of the large dragon before him backing away. It appeared as though the dragon was trying to get away from him. For several dumbfounded moments, Hiccup just sat where he was on the ground and stared at the dragon. It looked as if it had seen a ghost. Before Hiccup knew it, the Nightmare was flying away and he was slumping over onto his back with relief. He was safe.
...What had happened?
It took several moments, but Hiccup eventually was able to sit up again and look around. To his surprise, there were tiny flames flickering in the grass directly in front of him. With the adrenalin within him dying down, Hiccup finally decided to take that moment to look at his hands. To his surprise, there was a faint residue on the palms of his hands. He brought one finger to his palm and touched the grey substance. It was soft like the remains of a fire that had been going for too long. Ash...
"Hiccup?"
Startled by hearing his name spoken so suddenly, Hiccup glanced up once more. He wished he hadn't, though. There before him was a gathering of what appeared to be the entire village of Berk. Stoick, his father, was among them. Hiccup felt his stomach drop within him as dread filled his being. He didn't know what had happened. The best he could piece together was that, somehow, he had produced fire.
Hiccup didn't need to be told what Stoick was thinking. The stern expression on his father's face indicated that he wanted an explanation. Even still, Hiccup hardly dared to breathe. He'd been on thin ice with his father the past few days for messing up more times than he could count. This latest occurrence, even if he couldn't explain how it had happened, didn't seem to sit well with his father. "Dad-"
"What the hell was that?" Stoick asked. His tone didn't betray Hiccup's thoughts. The bearded Viking wanted an explanation, and he wanted one right then. The trouble was that Hiccup had no idea of how he could explain what had happened. He gulped and his emerald gaze shot directly to the scorched ground in front of him. Hiccup was almost beginning to wish that the Nightmare had eaten him. "Well?"
"Dad... I... I don't know. I was trying to get away from that Nightmare and... and before I knew it... I don't know what happened. I wasn't thinking." Hiccup was floundering. He wrung his hands nervously and glanced up to see who else had gathered to see him. He could easily identify Astrid's face in the crowd. Snotlout's face was also easily recognized. Why couldn't they have been elsewhere? "I... I think I... made fire appear from out of nowhere. I-It won't happen again, though! I... I swear-"
"Enough!"
Hiccup flinched. He knew better than to interrupt Stoick, even if he had been interrupted by him in the process. The teen held his breath for a brief moment and looked up to Stoick. Humans, by nature, feared the unknown. Sudden appearances of fire from one's hands, if Hiccup was assuming correctly from the ashes on his hands, was something that was definitely unknown within Berk. Stoick in particular hated the unknown.
"I cannae put up with this any longer, Hiccup. You've put Berk through too much trouble. We cannae risk yuir tamperin' with... whatever that was!" Stoick said. Hiccup's eyes widened in horror. Was... was Stoick saying what he thought he was? Was he trying to get across the point that they were through?
"Dad..."
"NO. No more of this 'dad' stuff, Hiccup. I'm done dealin' with you." Stoick said. He stepped forward and picked Hiccup up by the shirt collar. Hiccup, in turn, tried to shrink back in his father's grasp. By that point, he could tell all eyes were on him. It was a horrible feeling. "As of this moment, you're not my son." Stoick said.
Stoick's emerald gaze was firmly set on Hiccup, boring deeply in the equally green gaze of his son. Hiccup, in turn, stared deeply into his father's eyes. There was no sympathy there. As much as Hiccup hated to admit it, he could feel tears pricking at the backs of his eyes. He'd known he and his father didn't get along, but if what Stoick was saying really as true then it really was the end. He would have to leave Berk. For good.
Without warning, Hiccup was released from Stoick's grasp. He hit the ground and cringed a bit from the impact. "You are hereby banished from the tribe of Berk, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III." Stoick said. Hiccup could hardly believe what he was hearing. His father, his own flesh and blood, was banishing him. "If we ever see you around here again, you will be treated as an enemy. Understand?"
"Dad-"
"Do you understand?" Stoick's voice boomed louder than Hiccup could ever have imagined. He was being serious. There would be no coming back again. No second chances. That idea frightened Hiccup. How would he survive outside of Berk? He could barely survive within Berk as it was! At length, even though it pained him to do so, Hiccup offered a very shaky nod to acknowledge he had at least heard Stoick. "Good. Now get out of my sight." Stoick growled.
Hiccup only took a few moments to look about Berk one last time. He could see all the faces of the Vikings he knew staring at him as if he were an outcast. He really was one now, he realized, and always would be in his father's eyes. That thought alone was enough to spur the banished Viking onward. He offered no words as he rose to his feet and began to walk away. That was it. They were through as far as Stoick was concerned. Maybe it was better that way. Maybe Hiccup would be better off without Stoick in his life.
...Even still, Hiccup felt awful when he reached the entrance of the village. By that point he was away from all the stares and the people. He was hoping he was out of earshot, too. Hiccup sniffled a little as tears threatened to spill from his glassy emerald eyes.
I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not...
As thoughts swirled through Hiccup's head when he began to take the first few steps outside of Berk, his pace quickening by the minute as he moved, he found he couldn't stop himself. Tears burst forth from within him. Hiccup liked to think that for the most part he was a tough Viking boy. He wasn't the type that would cry over little things. This, however, was not a little thing. His own father had disowned him. The one link of family he had left was pushing him aside just because of one thing he couldn't understand. It felt awful. Every horrible feeling that Hiccup had ever had seemed to combine within him in that one moment and burst out into the open as he started to run into the thick of the forest.
Hiccup wanted to declare that he didn't need them. He wanted to be so bold as to declare he didn't need anyone. However, he knew in his heart it wasn't true. What could he do about it? Absolutely nothing. He was banished. As far as the tribe he had once called his own was concerned, he was as good as dead. ...Maybe it was better that way. His father didn't care. So... why should he?
Fine. If that's how it's going to be, then you can have it that way. We're through, dad. I... I never want to see you again.
