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Their ride back to Berk was silent.
Stoick held his boy in his arms, still so small as though he were a babe. His hair was tussled, knotted, and Stoick’s large fingers slowly worked through the tangles. He waited, breathless, for his son to suddenly wake up. Suddenly gasp into life and laugh. He would smile and stutter through some sarcastic joke and Stoick would -
But it didn’t matter now, what Stoick would do. All that mattered was what he had done, what he had said, all the things he couldn’t take back.
Or, Hiccup doesn't make it out alive from his battle with the Red Death, and Stoick mourns his son, Astrid mourns a person she never got to know, and Toothless mourns his other half.
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- Part 1 of Dragon Scales (and Other Tales)
Bookmarked by Mata003
19 Jun 2025
