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tea ([personal profile] inquisitivetea) wrote2010-08-18 01:48 am
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How to Train Your Dragon Fanfic: Helheim's Gate 3/8

Title: Helheim's Gate
Author: inquisitivetea
Rating: PG for now
Characters/Pairings: This part features Hiccup, Toothless, Fishlegs, Astrid, Gobber, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Stoick, and the Elder.
Spoilers: This fic will spoil the end of the movie.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I barely own my computer.
Summary: Something is wrong with Toothless. Hiccup will go to Hel and back to fix it.
Author’s notes: Special thanks to my beta reader, Backroads.

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six

Helheim's Gate

Chapter Three

"I knew it," Astrid says, "I knew it. He is actually that insane."

"I am not that insane," I insist, "This actually happened."

"We saw you," Gobber says, "You dropped out of the air like a stone."

"I understand there is some sort of disconnect here," I say, "And I can't explain it, but, guys, this happened. I told you you wouldn't believe me. This feather is real." I hold it up. Now that it is drying, it has an odd shimmer to its gray color. "Where else could it have come from?"

Toothless is fine and for that at least I'm relieved. He nuzzles my back as Astrid and Gobber share a look and probably wonder what they're going to do with me.

"Hiccup!" Dad yells from over the hill.

I shut my eyes as dread washes over me. "Someone please tell me he didn't see what just happened," I say.

Neither of them says anything.

"Great." I press my lips together. "Please don't tell him what I said. He's going to lock me up for sure."

"Then what do we tell him?" Astrid asks quietly.

I stuff the feather in my pocket and open my hands just as he makes it over the curve of the hill. I bring my hands to my head.

"Dad!" I call out, opening my arms as I walk to him. "Hey, Dad. What are you doing out he--"

"Stupid beast!" he calls out, trying to get past me to Toothless.

"Dad. Dad!" I do my best to get and stay in his way. "It's not his fault!" He tries to push me aside, but I hang onto his arm.

Toothless growls behind me.

"It dove right into the ocean with you on its back!" Dad roars.

Okay, I'm going to lie to my father right about... now: "I know it looked bad, but it wasn't his fault. He didn't do anything wrong. It's because we went out before breakfast. I should have had something to eat first. That's my fault. I felt a little dizzy and we just lost control..."

As my father seethes, I notice Fishlegs came with him.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly during the uncomfortable silence.

"I'm okay," I reply. "Dad, see? I'm okay," I let go of his arm to gesture to myself, then to everyone, "Everyone's okay. We're all okay."

Astrid and Gobber share another look.

"Hiccup's crazy," Astrid says just when Gobber says,

"The boy must've bumped his head."

I sigh. "Thank you both for proving how trustworthy you are."

Dad's eyes thin. "What are you two talking about?"

"Oh, it's-it's nothing, Dad. You know, they're just-they're just worried about me."

"I wasn't talking to you."

"You're not lis--" I open my hands to him, then press them together when he turns away from me, "Okay. Definitely not listening."

"He thought he went to Helheim," Gobber says.

"It was probably just the near-death experience," I try, "You know, I could have died but I didn't. Because I'm here now. And I'm fine. Dad. I'm fine."

"Get him back to the house," Dad orders.

Astrid starts walking. "Let's go," she says to me.

I look to Toothless. "Come on, buddy."

"I'm watching you, beast," Dad says to Toothless.

I resist the urge to speak again. He's not going to listen anyway.

Astrid, Toothless, and I walk in silence for a few minutes before Astrid speaks up: "Did you know that you sink?"

"I sink?"

"In water. Because of your leg," she says.

"You just saved my life, didn't you?" I ask her.

"Your leg is heavy," she says.

"Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment."

"I mean, for saving my life."

"Oh." That's the sum of her response.

"Do you really think I'm crazy?"

"I don't know what I think." She shakes her head. "I know what I saw. And I know what I felt when I went to help you."

"And I saw and felt something completely different," I tell her. "But I'm not crazy. I know I'm not. I've had dreams about this, Astrid."

"You've had dreams about going to Helheim? And meeting Modgud?"

"Well, not the Modgud part. I don't know why. I just know I've seen Helheim's gate. My dad talked about it a lot when he was hunting dragons, but he had no idea how to get there. Toothless does. His mother's there."

"Does that mean his mother is..." she drops her voice to a low whisper, "Dead?"

"I don't know what it means," I say. "But Toothless needs to find his mother. And she's in there. If we can just avoid the part where I die--"

"Hold on," she says, holding her hand up, "You die in your dream?"

"Well, I wake up just as I hit the ground," I say.

Astrid stops walking to scowl at me. "Hiccup, drop this."

"It's okay, I'm going to figure something out so that we both survive when we--"

"I did not just save your life so you could risk it again for-for--"

"For the dragon who saved my life twice? The one I injured so he could never fly alone again? So he could never find his mother?"

"Toothless has survived this long without going to that place. He can cope." She starts walking again, fast, her hands balled up into fists. "Just because you feel guilty doesn't mean you need to kill yourself for him."

"That's just it," I say as I follow her, "I know there has to be a way to do this without me getting hurt. I just have to find it."

"Dreams," Astrid mutters. "You should go to the Elder. She'll tell you how crazy you are."

I stop walking. "The Elder. Of course! She'll know what I'm talking about!"

"Oh no," Astrid says, "Hiccup..."

"Right, we're going back to the house," I say, charging forward. "Let's go, Toothless!"

Toothless runs ahead and looks back at me, giving off a small roar. I wink at him and give him a thumbs-up. I've got this covered.


Our village Elder lives in a small hut not too far from my house. After I dry off and change into another green shirt, I poke my head out to see if Astrid, Gobber, or my dad are around. Someone passes and asks me if I'm all right.

"I couldn't be better," I reply, and he walks off muttering about Night Furies.

"Stay here, Toothless," I tell him.

Toothless groans but he sits by the bed obediently.

I hurry out and take the path to the Elder's hut. When I reach the front door, I realize I don't know how to go about this. As I raise my hand to knock, the door opens.

"Oh." I peer inside, but there's no one behind the door. "Hello?" The door opens wider, maybe because of the wind. I step inside. "Hello? Uh... Elder?" Something whacks the back of my head. "Ow!" I turn around as I rub the injury. "Oh, hi."

The Elder lowers her staff and regards me with a blank look.

"Um... Here." I give her the feather I got from Modgud. "So, everyone thinks I'm crazy, but I'm pretty sure--"

"Modgud?" she says in a small voice. She admires the feather as she twists it around between her fingers.

"Yes. Yeah. You know about her feathers?"

"This is a gift from the gods," she says, returning it to me, "Do not part with it."

"I'm not crazy then?" I say as I take the feather back. "I mean, I want to go back."

"You want to die a weak and feeble death?"

"No! No, definitely not. I mean, I'm a Viking. Grr, and all that," I make a fist to show her my Viking allure, "Valhalla. Yeah. But I was, uh, I was kind of wondering if there's a way to get past the gate without dying."

She's looking at me blankly again.

"I should have made note cards," I mutter. "I neglected to mention that I've been having dreams about Helheim."

Her eyes widen. "Dreams?! About dying?"

"Well, the subject matter isn't dying exactly. The subject matter is Helheim's gate. Though I guess there is death involved. At the end. Where I fall to my death. After getting past the gate."

She stares at me.

"I'm not crazy."

"Ever since your childhood you have been different," she says.

I nod. "That's what my dad tells me."

"I see now that you are touched by the gods."

"I'm touched--What?" I jerk my head forward. Did I hear that right? "Uh, no god has ever touched me." I scratch my head and look down at myself. Definitely not. I look back up at her. "I'm pretty sure they wouldn't want to breathe the same air as me."

"It was you on the Night Fury who defeated the great dragon, was it not?"

"Uh... Yeah."

"You are a great warrior, but your fate is tied with that of the Night Fury."

"I'd say so. I'm trying to get him into Helheim to see his mother."

"What?!" she explodes.

"Oh man." I hold my hands out to her. "Um, let's pretend I didn't say that--"

She mutters in a language I don't understand. Then she starts whacking my back with her staff.

"Ow. Ow!"

"Accursed!" she lets out as she herds me through the doorway.

"I didn't--What's--Ow!"

The door slams behind me.

I can hear her yelling that other language as I trudge away from the door. I rub my face with my hands and navigate the village without looking. "I've just upset pretty much the only person who could help me," I finally groan into my palms.

"Wow," someone says in front of me. "Am I supposed to share something now?"

I stop walking and let my fingers slide down to my cheeks. "Oh, hi, Snotlout."

Snotlout grins. "Man, I saw your wicked dive this morning." He raises his fist as if he wants me to hit it with my own hand. "That was wicked. If you wanted to turn everyone off to flying dragons, you've pretty much accomplished your goal. Don't leave me hanging."

I leave him hanging. "Thanks so much for the encouragement."

He shrugs and drops his fist. "Yeah, I'm surprised you even survived-"

"You really don't have to share anymore."

"-You're lucky Astrid's a pretty good swimmer. I knew that about her. She looks like she swims a lot. She's got that swimmer's build, you know?"

"She's not ever here!" I snap, throwing my hands down.

"Whoa, calm down, man," he says, showing me his palms. "Sit back and enjoy the life she managed to salvage."

I take in a deep breath. "Good talking to you, Snotlout. I'll see you later."

"Sure, if you're still alive."

As I walk, I look up into the air. No one's flying. Usually while there's sun, there are at least two or three people on their dragons, practicing. Did I really do this?


"So you nearly died, you set back everyone's trust in dragons, your dad and Astrid and Gobber think you're crazy, and you alienated the one person who could help you. Does that about cover it?"

"Thank you for summing that up."

Fishlegs tugs on his foot and rocks back a little so he can sit more comfortably cross-legged. "I just wanted to make sure I got everything right."

"Yeah, that pretty much sounds like it all. Oh, and don't forget my dragon has mom issues."

"Oh yeah," he says. "That's pretty important."

We sit and watch the Gronckle as she adjusts herself over her eggs.

"I wonder how long it's going to take for them to hatch," he says.

"I guess we'll find out. Are you taking notes?"

"Definitely," he says, "I've already drafted stat pages for each of the eggs. As soon as they're hatched, I'll be keeping track of their attributes, advantages, powers, skills, and traits."

"That sounds... thorough."

"I believe you, for what it's worth."

"You believe I saw Modgud?"

"You've got that feather, right?"


"Do you believe you?"

"I... don't know." I take a deep breath and exhale. "What if it really was just another dream?"

"But the dreams carried you to Helheim's gate," Fishlegs says, "This would've been the same thing if it was just another dream, right?"

"I guess. Yeah.... Yeah. This was different."

"And it's not like Toothless would do that to you. Try to kill you, I mean."

"No, he wouldn't," I reply, "He definitely wouldn't if he could help it."

"Hey guys," Ruffnut says as she comes up behind us. "What are you doing?"

"We're just talking," Fishlegs says, "And watching my Gronckle."

"Man, Hiccup, your dragon is crazy! Can I have it?"

I turn around to face her. "What?! No!"

"But it, like, tried to kill you and stuff."

"Toothless did not try to kill me."

"Okay, but he's still crazy. If you ever want to get rid of it..."

"I will never want to get rid of him," I inform her, "Ever. You have your Zippleback."

"Yeah, but I have to share it. I want my own dragon. Don't we have enough dragons for everyone to have one?"

"You can have one of the Gronckles when they hatch," Fishlegs says.

Ruffnut scrunches up her face. "Eww. Would I have to, like, take care of it and stuff?"

"His or her mother would probably take care of all the important stuff before you needed to step in," I say.

"Oh," she says, "Okay, maybe I'll take one."

"I'm sure you'll make an excellent Gronckle owner," Fishlegs says with a smile, "They're not that hard to take care of."

"How long will I have to wait until I can ride it?" Ruffnut asks.

"We'll have to see about that," I say, "We don't know how fast they grow."

"Well, it better grow fast," Ruffnut says. She whips one of her braids over her shoulder. "Hey, Hiccup are you doing anything later today?"

"I need to get in some Dragon Training and saddle-making and go to Mumbles' celebration and I think I'm about to get yelled at by my father. Why?"

"What?" she asks, confused. Then the answer sounds behind her.

"Hiccup!" Dad bellows as he comes at us.

"Yes, Dad?" I start to stand. He rushes to my side and drags me up by the arm. "Oof!"

"Uh, bye!" Ruffnut says before she dashes off.

Fishlegs is on his feet now, looking everywhere but at us. "Um," he says, "Uh." He scoots step-by-step sideways so that he blocks the Gronckle and its eggs from Dad.

"What did you do the Elder?" Dad demands.

"I didn't do anything to her! I just went over there to talk to her!"

"She won't say anything to me!"

"Maybe you did something to make her mad?"

"Hiccup, this is serious!" Dad says. "She's presiding over Mumbles's birthday celebration today. And now she's muttering about something 'accursed'!"

"Oh, that," I say. "Yeah..."

"Hiccup," he says quietly.

"I just went to ask about Helheim, that's it, I swear," I say. "And I may have mentioned Toothless. And his mother."

Dad looks at me. Hard. Then he starts dragging me away by the arm.

"See you, Fishlegs," I call out.

"Disadvantage," Fishlegs calls back in reply.

"You're not to go anywhere else today," Dad says.

"What about Mumbles's birthday?"

"She'll live. You however--"

"I have saddles to make. And Vikings to train!"

"They'll be there tomorrow. Well, I can't speak for Dragon Training."

"What?! Oh, come on, I told you that wasn't Toothless's fault!"

"No one is flying any dragons until we work this out!"


"No, you've been through enough today and you've done enough damage. Stay. In. The house."

"What am I supposed to do in the house?"

"Why don't you try having a good sleep for once?"

"What?" My voice comes out soft.

"I know you've had trouble going to sleep," he says, a little calmer now, "And when you are asleep, you're having bad dreams."

"... Oh."

"I live in the same house," he says, "Just take the day to rest. The dragon can stay outside while you--."

"No! No, I want him in the house."

He doesn't respond.

"Please, Dad don't make me stay there alone."

When we reach the front door, Dad finally lets me go.

"Just relax," Dad says, "Don't worry about Helheim or anything else."

"Okay..." I bite my lower lip. "Can Toothless stay inside? Please?"

He shakes his head. "Fine."

"Thanks, Dad. For... caring."

"You're my only son," he says before he walks past me.

I want to look back at him, but I don't. I feel like I've disappointed him. I go in and Toothless leaps at me, sniffing and nudging me with his snout. "Hey buddy," I say. "Guess you're stuck with me for the rest of the day." He shuts his eyes as I scratch his neck.

A thought comes to me, and I stick my head out the door. I can still see my dad walking away. Letting out a long breath, I pull back into the house. With my hand on the door, I turn to Toothless. "How about breakfast?"


Chapter Four