Forgotten

|Chapter 5| Operation Cheer Hiccup Up

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"Y/n?"

"Heheh..Heya Hiccup.." I quickly got up from my awkward position, which was my back on the bed while my legs and head were over the side. "What're...sniff..you doing here?" He asked quietly, turning back to look at the wall.

After a few moments of contemplating what I was going to say, he spoke. "I suppose my mother sent you?..she's such a worrisome person.. You can leave. I just want to be alone.."

His voice cracked more than once as he said that, even a blunt person could tell he clearly didnt want to be alone.

For the next 5 minutes we sat in complete silence. It was truly suffocating..

Why hadn't I said anything yet? I suppose the answer to that would be, I was waiting for him to speak.

Suddenly, he turned around and looked me straight in the eyes. His were filled with pure rage and glossy with tears, some still fresh on his face. "What do you want?!" He shouted. His voice was raw, as if crying had made it weak. He was in such a pitiful state.

A broken heart can do unbelievable things to someone..

I should know..

"Well?" He croaked. I stood up from my seat on his bed and walked over to him. He didnt move an inch, just stared at me. The closer I got the look of sadness on his face increased.

I stopped when I was right in front of him. I grabbed his hand and pulled him in for a hug.

He tensed under my touch.

I started to rub his back while whispering calming words into his ear, such as 'It'll be okay,' I'm here for you,' 'You'll get through this.' Slowly but surely he relaxed into the hug. Soon enough he hugged me back as well. He rested his head on my shoulder and began to cry.

'I'll always be a shoulder you can cry on, Hiccup..'

We stood there for what seemed like hours. A friend comforting another while they cried on their shoulder. Seems cliché. Honestly though, I didn't mind it. It feels as if I got my best friend back. Well, I did. This situation just seems to clarify it.

Eventually he broke the hug and rubbed the tears from his eyes. "S-sorry..I'm not usually this sensitive.." He muttered. "It's alright.." I said in a calming voice. "Would you like to talk about it?" I asked. "It usually helps ease the pain.."

He looked up at me and slowly nodded.

We both sat down on his bed as he looked out the window.

"I've always had a crush on Astrid since I was little.." He began. I nodded my head, remembering the love struck fool when he was a kid. Hopelessly watching her. I was surprised to hear that they were engaged when I came here. I'm glad I did though, he would've died if I hadn't come back.

"After the incident with the Red Death, our relation ship sort of..blossomed.." I patted his back, for it seemed he was about to cry again. "Thank you.." He whispered. I nodded my head and smiled softly.

"When I found out you left, I was heartbroken.. For the next few months she spent more time with me, comforting me.. Saying how she could be my new best friend, how she could be maybe even more then that..Honestly, I believed it...And I even asked her out! I was such a fool!" He clenched his fists in anger.

I hugged him again as he continued on.

"Over the years our bond grew stronger and stronger, till eventually I asked her to marry me. That was before the whole deal with Drago. She wanted a few months to plan things, you don't think...it was to plan my death?"