2 . HICCUP'S GONE

HI guys !! so this is part 2 of the story but in this chapter will be focused on stoick and gobber . so be ready ^U^ .. 

                                                             Hope u guys like this chapter 

STOICK'S POV 

It's been three and a half hours since hiccup disappeared , stoick got worried and nerves got the better of him ; he felt it a tiny bit in the pit of his gut when hiccup had left and over time it was starting to grow. Now , when he stood up from his chair, did he feel the horrifying only a parent, even one as inattentive as him could feel. The dreading suspicion that was the last time he would ever see his son .

Opening the large door and letting the last rays of sunshine fill his his quiet home , stoick saw the sun could barely be seen on the horizon , practically gone completely to make way for the moon and stars . It was nearly nighttime and hiccup still wasn't back yet .

Worry coursing through the veins of his beefy arms and neck , stoick jogged out to the village , breaking into a cold sweat as he asked every villager that came into eyeshot if they had seen his son . Adults, to the teens , to the elders , to even the smallest children. He had even gone to ask the Hofferson girl, Hiccup's opponent in the final match today , to which she scoffed indifferently , saying she honestly didn't care where the little weasel went . It was obvious the girl was still carrying some jealous hostility over her own loss , which surprised neither her parents nor the chief himself  . The young shield maiden had been persistenly training for it for the longest time , and everyone figured she would ultimately be the one to win the kill in the end . Stoick decided to just leave it was he was and continue his search elsewhere , barely noticing the small glance of concern on astrid's face as he left .

But everywhere he went, from the meade hall to the  town square , and back at the kill ring , the responses  were all the same . Hiccup had completely disappeared , and no one  had seen hide  or hair of him . Even at the young viking-to-be .

It was ironic after years of looking over their shoulders for walking disaster that was Hiccup , now no one could find him . After running around in a frenzy through the village , Stoick ordered all the vikings to the meade hall to organize search parties to scan every inch of the island until Hiccup was found . Stoick himself decided to search woods where Hiccup was reported to have last been seen going into ; since no one really saw Hiccup around town in the afternoon , he figured with all possible locations in the village covered by other groups of vikings , it was really the most logical place to look . He would have gone alone , but Gobber had caught up with him before he left , hobbling over on his one good leg as fast as he could out of the forge .

"Stoick , what is goin' on 'ere? Is somethin wrong ? I 'avent seen ya this worked up since...well..ever. Not exactly livin' up to you'r name here , if I might so boldly point out".

All the crippled old blacksmith got as a response to whatever had Stoick so flustered bolting out the door . Naturally , that got Gobber worried : Hiccup was like a son to him , training him as his apprentice in the forge since Stoick would often times be too busy with his chieftain duties or hunts for the nests to train Hiccup himself . It was true that Stoick usually remained calm in the face of danger or problems , after all ,he needed to be to reassure his people . But this was a matter that concerned Stoick not just as a chief , but also as a father .

"Hiccup..."Stoick panted out in ragged breaths after running through the forest searching every square inch for any trace of said bot . " Hiccup's disappeared .... no one's seen him since this afternoon ." the chief  didn't even turn around to face his old friend , but Gobber could tell that he was falling into pieces . " And here i thought the teenage drama was over and done with ," he said with a sigh to ease the mood , probably. " oh well, we best be gettin' a move on , 'fore yur hair ends up like mine ". He removed his long - horned helmet to show a bald head underneath , and Stoick slightly turned to smile as he went ahead with gobber close behind . Stoick couldn't complain about him joining the search ; having Gobber meant more ground to cover , which meant there was now a far better chance of finding Hiccup .

After searching practically all night long and most of the next day , no one found any trace of Hiccup , and now several others were beginning to worry. They truly figured that recurring trend of bad things happening everytime Hiccup so much as set foot outside was over and done with . It was really late the next day , about the same time Stoick and the search teams got back , having combed over the entire island , even the caves in the large snowy mountain that served as one of berk's landmarks. Gobber insisted that stoick sleep, convinced the chief would collapse where he stood if he carried on any longer . After a heated argument that involved lots of yelling and even some broken tables , he managed to convince Stoick to go home , although stoick had no intention to sleep; his shot nerves and now overactive , panic-driven imagination refusing to let him. 

Stoick climbed up the steps to his home , finding it as quiet as it had been the previous evening , the fire not even lit to provide any kind of warmth or light . With the tiniest bit of hope , Stoick climbed the stairs to Hiccup's room , praying to every God he could think of that boy would be in there , asleep. His hopes and prayers were quickly crashed when he saw he wasn't . But , instead of sorrow , Stoick's hope was replaced with shock when he was greeted to Hiccup's room . The room had been cleared of the drawing and blueprints that were usually hanging from the walls . Hiccup's worktable that he kept there looked like it had been cleared too, mostly of his drawing but also his pencils and any little gadgets he had been working on . The plank bed Hiccup slept on stripped of its coverings, and the window over the headstand was shut . Instead of a room that looked well-loved and lived in , its looked cold and abandoned , as if its owner had long since departed from midgard, which was something Stoick did not like one bit . Stoick stepped into his son's room , ignoring the small fact that it was really one of a few , if not only times he had ever done so . Usually , there were papers, pencils, gears, springs and small tools scattered across the floor, but it was clean. Stoick always hassled Hiccup to clean  his room because he tended to trip over something everytime he walking in , but now he wished it was still a pigsty. Looking around the entirety of the room , more confusion filled AStoick's head as he continued to search . Hiccup's closet, he noticed , was missing some of his spare vests and tunics . His extra pair of boots was also gone .  Overwhelmed by the torrents of confusion engulfing his waking thought, Stoick sat on the bed . It used to have blankets and pillow , along with at least a dozen drawings Hiccup never picked up in his disturbing habit of sleeping with all sorts of papers in his bed . Without any of them , it might as well have been another empty sitting bench . Save for one thing . As stoick sat down , he knocked off a large piece of parchment paper Hiccup used to draw on rolled up on the edge of the bed and tied up in string , the roll landing by his foot . At first , stoick thought that it was one of Hiccup's wild ideas , but in the inside of the roll of paper , he made out what appeared to be writting.

"A letter", he whispered. He picked up the paper , unrolled it and began to read, Hiccup's voice echoing in his head as he imagined him reading it out loud .

'Dear dad, 

If you've found this letter and are reading it now , then the first thing I should probably say is ,I'm sorry. This is probably going to be incredibly difficult for you to swallow , or maybe it will be the news you've been waiting for 14 long years . I don't know , I guess I've never known . But i'm leaving Berk. I know that you see me as a mistake . I know that the entire village does , and I know that I'll never be good enough in anyone's eyes, yours or theirs. All my life , I've just wanted to be a warrior , like you. I could never do it your way though , so I had to find ways to compensate . I had to throw away everything that make me ...... me ,but for you, I always told myself it would be worth it in the end. I just wanted to make you proud, and I always hoped I would someday. But now I see that someday was never going to come . You and everyone else hates me and always will, no matter how much I try , because I'm scrawny, weak, and ..... different..... I can't help the way I am , and you know what, I don't want to change just because you all think ai'm some accident of nature. I've been treated like less than the dirt you walked on for long enough , I've jumped through too many flaming hoops to turn all that around , and I. am. DONE . I'm not sorry for how i am , Dad . Get over it. I hate Berk . and I hate hurting dragons . The training in the ring ? That was just a show , a series of tricks for your cruel amusement . I'm NEVER going to kill a dragon , dad. Never I'm not a viking and i never will be , i finally see that, and that is perfectly fine with me . i don't want to be a heartless killer like the rest of you . I'd MUCH rather betray my tribe than kill a misunderstood creature who was just as much right to live as the rest of us . 

This is my final goodbye . If you can find it in your heart, if you even have one of those , then let the nightmare go- it shouldn't have to die in the name of what you consider honor. If that's not the kind of man you are though, then give Astrid the kill, she's got the skills and she wanted it more than I ever did . And take snotlout as your heir. But be careful; he's so stupid , he can't tell the difference between a sword and a kitchen knife.

Tell Gobber I said thank you. He was the only one who actually treated me with kindness , the kind I think Mom would have shown . I mean , seriously , just because we're - YOU'RE vikings doesn't mean you all have to be impatient, ruthless barbarians who hurt and kill for no good reason other than you can. Maybe one day you'll realize that true strength is a bit more than that.

Goodbye da- Stoick

-Hiccup'

His hands fell limp to his sides as his fingers let the now read letter draft down to the floor , his knees crashing down before it had even touched the ground . A horrible guilt tore at Stoick's stomach like an ocean wave sea as he shattering a feeble rock pillar on the open sea as he comprehended the awful truth . His horrid treatment of his son was all to clear now : he had treated him like rubbish , ignored his every thought and opinion , and drove him away as a result . How could he do that?

Small tears ran down the chief's face , his hands on the floor with fingers clenching into a fist . A rare sight, indeed.

"He's gone", he thought , that word echoing in his head like a bad viking song stuck on endless replay. Gone, gone, gone, gone.........

Gone. Hiccup's gone .

hey guys, next part will be upload as soon as possible . let me tell you i am a hiccstrid shipper . But i wanted to make a hiccup x oc love story for a long time so don't hate me ^U^