[ SECRET POST #2618 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2618 ⌋

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Re: Share your drawerfic/WIPS.

[nyxelestia]

Episode tag for the last ep of Dragons: Defenders of Berk. Assumes that the finale of Season 1 was a lot darker than what we saw in the show (that's a fic I'm planning on writing later).



Stoick glared after Alvin as he was dragged off to the Mead Hall, held by half a dozen men and Gobber fetching chains for the man.

As soon as he was gone, he turned to Hiccup, who was frozen save for his eyes following Alvin’s path, gripping onto Toothless’ saddle. The dragon was tense and growling lowly at the retreating Outcast, looking for all the world like he wanted to pounce and rip the man to shreds, held back only by the need to support Hiccup.

Stoick could empathize – that was exactly how he felt now.

“Hiccup,” he said carefully. “How are you doing?”

The boy jerked and looked up at Stoick.

“I’m fine,” he lied. “Really. Let’s go see what he wants.”

“What he wants?”

“He came to Berk,” Hiccup said. “He saved Snotlout’s life and brought him back to Berk – there had to be a reason for it.”

Without another word, Hiccup tugged once on Toothless’s saddle to get his attention, then started walking towards the Hall.

Watching his retreating back, Stoick couldn’t help but briefly remember how blood-soaked the back of Hiccup’s shirt had been by the time they rescued him from Alvin.

His skin underneath the shirt had been worse. Hiccup still bore the scars, and probably would for the rest of his life.

He was far too young to be stuck with those scars, to be stuck with a missing leg, for the rest of his life.

With a sigh, Stoick pushed back his memories – of the state of shock Hiccup had been in once they’d gotten him back, of all the cuts and burns and bruises he’d had, of the arduous weeks of physical recovery and the mental recovery ongoing now.

He didn’t miss how Hiccup tensed up every time Stoick picked up a fire-poker to shift a log around.

Stoick pushed all of that away – no matter how much he wanted to, he had to confront Alvin not as Hiccup’s father, but as the chief of Berk.